*Violet's POV*
I rush up to my room after dinner and text Stella.
Me: Help, fashion emergency. Facetime?
A couple minutes later, I’m receiving a facetime from her. I answer quickly and see that she’s sitting in our dorm room.
“Stella! Help me!”
“What’s the problem? You look super cute right now. Love that blazer.”
“I know, you picked it! The problem is I’m going out to a night club apparently.”
“What?! How? Why?” She asks. I briefly explain the whole situation at the garden party to her and she nods and then says, “I see. Alright well, obviously you cannot wear that blazer to a club. The skirt should be fine with the right top though. The white has to go. What do you have with you?”
I empty out my duffle onto the bed and spread everything out.
“OH! How about that black lacy top on the far left!” She says.
“What ar
*Violet's POV* We meet my Dad downstairs for breakfast and discuss our strategy for dealing with my mother. Personally, I don’t think it’s going to make any difference what we say if she hasn’t cooled off since yesterday, but it can’t hurt to have a plan. After some discussion, we finally come to the conclusion that none of us has any clue how to approach this so we’re just going to show up and hope she’s feeling more reasonable today. Dad drives us there and we walk up to the front door and stand there awkwardly, unsure if we should be knocking or not. It reminds me of the first time I came here with Kane. Naturally, my brain starts flooding with other memories of that same trip and I feel my cheeks heat up. Get it together Violet. After several seconds, my dad sighs and takes the initiative to knock. We wait there awkwardly for a few minutes before the door swings open to reveal my mother, dressed in a skin tight black dress with her hair curled and
*Kane's POV*I’m very pleasantly surprised that Malcolm is so accepting of this. He’s probably the only stable parental figure I’ve ever witnessed. No wonder Violet talks so highly of him. He’s what a father should be and I’m glad she had him to raise her.Truthfully, I don’t know what I would have done if he had reacted the same way as her mother. I don’t think I would have been able to handle causing her that kind of pain, but at the same time, I’m not sure I would have been able to let her go either.“Are you guys hungry? Should we order some food?” Malcolm asks.“Yeah, I could eat,” Violet says and looks at me and I smile. I’m glad she seems to be doing better since breakfast. It was really hard for me to watch her struggle, knowing it was my fault. Malcolm nods and then raises his hand to get the waiter’s attention.We order our food and we eat mostly in
*Violet's POV*When she tells us to get out, I’m still too mad at her for what she said to Kane to be upset about it. I stand up from my chair and storm out the door, and I know he’s following me.Once I make it out the front door, I storm down the driveway and sit on the curb of the sidewalk. “Well that could have gone better.”Kane sits down beside me and says, “It also could have gone worse.”“I know, you’re right. The important part went okay. And my mom will come around. I think.”He puts his arm around me and I cuddle into his side. “Are you going to be okay if she doesn’t?” He asks me.“I think so. I mean, she was never really there for me before anyway. It’s my dad I’m more nervous about. That would much more difficult.”“I mean, I don’t know your dad, but from what you’ve told me, he seems like a pretty unde
*Kane's POV*After breakfast, we take a shower and then pull out our laptops to study, awaiting the inevitable phone call we’re going to receive today. We both keep checking our phones and I’m a little surprised when it’s lunch time and we still haven’t received anything.We go down to the restaurant and I’m glad to see that Violet is doing better than she did with breakfast. It takes her a while to do it, but she finishes most of her food. If last night caused her to relapse, I would never be able to forgive myself.We head back up to the room, and just as I open my laptop, my phone buzzes and I see Heather’s name pop up. I answer it on speaker phone.“Hello?”“Kane,” Heather sobs through the phone. “Something awful has happened.”“What is it?”“It’s your father. He- He’s dead.” This is the part where my acting skills are
*Violet's POV*As I pull the knife out of the butcher block, I can feel my heart rate increasing. I walk over behind the couch where Harper is sitting. This is the part Kane and I argued most over. He wanted to be the one to do it, but I don’t know how to use a gun.“No. I don’t think that. I think a knife is more your style,” Kane says to him.As I raise the knife up over my head, I don’t allow myself any time to consider my options before I bend over so that my head is about level with his, and then I plunge the knife down into his chest, right where his black heart should be. I let go and back away immediately. He does exactly what I had hoped he would do.He grabs onto the knife with both hands and attempts to pry it out. Now his fingerprints will be the only ones on there. I walk over to stand beside Kane and watch as he looks between the two of us. Blood begins to gurgle out of his mouth and I lean into Kane, plac
*Kane's POV*The whole week, Violet and I spent studying and also going over our plan to the point where it might have been considered slightly obsessive. Exams start next week followed by Christmas break so if we don’t do this now, we’ll have to wait until after Christmas and I don’t think either of us wants to have to spend time with my father over the holidays. Besides, the longer we wait the more danger we’re putting the new housekeeper in.On Friday after class, we head to the hotel as we have every single other time, check in at the counter where the same lady is always working. We head to our room and do all of the things we normally do: we get dressed, go to dinner and then head back up to the room, placing the “do not disturb” sign on the door.Violet then sets up her laptop which is set to play 2 different audio tracks at random times through the night to mimic our normal night time activities. We then proceed