Forty-One

Violet POV.

"Have you ever had one of these?" I ask Izzy looking at the beer in uncle Luca's fridge.

"Nu, daddy made me write I won't touch his beer, a hundred time," she says, good thing that daddy doesn't make me write lines much, I had to do them in school when we missbheaved, but not much at home, he prefers to put me in the corner.

"We can take one, so he won't notice," I say, I'm always welcome at uncle Luca's place, and I can take whatever I want, usually.

"Deal, just promise you won't tell daddy," Izzy says having cold feet all of the sudden.

"I won't tell and you can't tell daddy either, or anyone else," I make her promise me.

"You both won't tell," Presley voice came out making both of us jump.

We took the bottle and went to the living room, in my real home, daddy have finally agreed on taking the playpen off, and letting me roam free around the house, he still make me sit in the same room as him but that's not so bad.

Our food arrived not so long after, we took our