Chapter 22

VIOLETS POV

Reporters start asking all kinds of questions, the Paparazzi attack me with their cameras.

I try to be as brave as possible, I wear a smirk hoping my instincts were right, that Jesse and Benita are in total shock.

Before I knew it I feel someone grab me and pull me into their embrace, at first I thought it was Luther, but as my head hits his chest following his scent, I instantly knew who it was, Jesse. "Honey!". He cries out " How is this possible?, I mean-I mean how did you manage to survive?, why didn't you call me?, I can't process anything that's happening". He starts to cry crocodile tears.

I clench my fist, I felt my blood boiling, and I push him away from me "Get away from me you bastard!" I exclaimed, "You have no right to touch me!".

He sobs " What do you mean?, I-violet, you have no idea how this situation is to me, I mean the world thinks you're dead, you've been gone for two years". He takes my hand putting it on his chest "Do you know how hard it was for