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What was she doing here? The question ran through her head for possibly the millionth time in a row. What was she doing in general? Why had she run? Why was she such a fuck up? The questions caused her to drum her fingers against the wheel of her car, tapping her foot. Thankfully, the car was off and she was sitting near a house, ready to walk in. Well, she had been for the past thirty minutes.<p>
Vie felt like a contradiction to herself. She loved Zane, was in love with him, couldn’t survive without him, and he loved her too so there shouldn’t be a problem. Things were good between them, things were fine. For some odd reason he put up with her crazy self and she was content and happy with him. Yet, she freaked.<p>
Not a minor freak, a freak as in he asked her to marry him and she sneak away without giving an answer because giving an answer was terrifying and she honestly felt like the answer was no because marriage was just blah. It complicated things. Made things more difficult. She was just getting used to this relationship idea, the idea where the relationship was based on mutual care and respect, and many more mutual things. Not based on safety and looks.<p>
Her only monogamous relationship before Zane had been Levi. That had nothing to do with love, and had everything to do with he found her attractive and she found herself safe and not alone with him. Well, hypothetically safe as that hadn’t worked out in her favor, but regardless the point had stood that it hadn’t been for the reasons she was in a relationship now.<p>
That made her wonder if she could do monogamous. She hadn’t in the stretch between Levi and Zane. The closest she had come had been Thomas, and that was only few times in between and more due to her laziness and content with having someone who could match her than feeling a need to single down. So the idea of there never being an out terrified her.<P>
A logical side of her brain kicked in and said there was divorce, and the idea made her actually laugh out loud. She didn’t do divorce, it wasn’t an option. If she was going to be crazy enough to marry someone, under no circumstances was divorce going to be on the table. She would know them well enough to know she could handle doing the most crazy thing she had done in her life, and nothing would change that thought. Not anything, not even if she somehow magically got pregnant, which wasn’t possible thanks to her youth time idioticy, although that was probably a good thing the more she thought about it.<p>
She did love Zane. She was in love with him. But marrying someone was a big promise. It is a till death does your part, and for their world that could be tomorrow or it could be a very very long time from now. She was finally put in the position she was terrified of, and Zane probably hadn’t even realized he’d pushed her to it. She either made the rush decision to marry him, or she lost him. She either gave up a part of herself she promised she never would, or he was gone. She made a promise after she left Levi that engagement, marriage, wasn’t going to happen. That boys were just sent to screw you over and they would leave you high and drive. That got amended to they were good for sex after, but long term permanent commitment?<p>
Maybe she could convince him, if she did agree, to allow for amendments. They could have rules that go against normal marriage rules! It sounded like a great idea, but then it also sounded horrible. She just didn’t like this. Zane was hers, and she never had to figure it out before. She didn’t need labels. He was in her life, and if they wanted to change the nature that was fine. They did, they adjusted, there was romance and mush and sex. So why did that need a label? She’d gone with it, it was important to him. Now marriage? What would change? What if she didn’t like those changes? What if nothing changed, but then what was the point?<p>
She got out of the car and walked up to the door, pounding on it. She knew who was there. In the time that she’d been there she’d bothered to text both the other tenants and ensure neither of them were home. So it wasn’t a surprise when who answered the door was the one who answered the door. She didn’t give him a chance to speak, to call her out on sitting out there so long, none of it. “I’ve very torn between telling you there’s a semi problem and begging you to run away with me for a weekend, or begging you to not ask me about it and pretend that nothing happens in the next twenty-fours hours ever actually happened. One is more responsible, even if just slightly. So, run away for a weekend with me? Please? I’ll look pathetic and pout until you agree.”






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Vie tired, frustrated, and slightly annoyed at having to be up at <i>all</i> right now. It was a little alarming, because she was frustrated at someone she wasn’t normally frustrated at. She rarely got frustrated with Thomas, and yet here she was, frustrated with him. They had arranged for him and her to meet at a coffee shop down the street because he knew the idea of coffee was generally enough to rouse her from her poor state. Except, this time, despite how late it was, she found herself unable to move from her couch. She’d put forth a gallant effort, considering she was dressed with shoes and make up on and everything. Just, instead what had happened was she’d remembered the night before and fell onto her couch. She pulled out her phone, sending a text message his way.<p><i>911, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up. The couch has invited me to become one with it. Bring coffee, alcohol, and bagels. Don’t forget the coffee and alcohol. Two extra shots of expresso in the coffee. Couch me will need some, too.”<p></i>
She put her phone down and put her arm over her eyes. He’d been so thrilled the night before to meet with her, although he’d originally wanted to meet then and she’d reminded him she had one of her <i>grandfather’s</i> parties to attend. It wasn’t even her father, who was in charge, but her grandfather. She truly hated the man. So they’d agreed to meet today, him seemingly to completely understand how much despite the fact she wanted to leave she couldn’t. And she sent him angry face snaps for not being there,(okay some one or two might have been cleave shots to convince him to come, she was desperate at times) until she’d been discovered hiding with her phone instead of mingling and her ability to text. Which was odd, normally she didn’t get that much attention on her.<p>
The reason <i>why</i> had come out not too much longer after that. Apparently her grandfather was now showing her off as a trophy, given her recent academic success and her ability to adjust to the new way of living(the proper way, according to her grandfather) and just in general praising her. It was odd and suspicious. Sure, lately her grandfather had hated her a bit less given her accomplishments, but he was still only just above her step-mother on the “I hate Violetta Thane” list. It was then she realized, possibly at the same moment as her father given his facial expression(but not the same as the step-bitch, given her calculating gaze and happiness when she realized Vie had figured it out) what this party was for. Her grandfather was essentially trying to see which family would be willing to take Vie off his hands, and choose the best from there. She had flashbacks of sitting with West as he forced her to watch some show, Girlmore Girls? He’d said it would help her some with this life, and while she’d slept through most of it, but she oddly remembered the party the main younger lead had from her grandparents trying to marry her off.<p>
In the end her father and grandfather had exchanged stern words, Vie had felt tortured for the rest of the night, and then she’d immediately called West on her way back to her place. She’d assured him there would be no sex, she just needed to get rip roaring drunk. And so she had, and he’d had to go sometime in the morning before she’d woken up with one of the worst hangovers she’d had and it was explained by the alcohol bottles (plural, for two people) that still were scattered across her apartment floor(bottom, she hadn’t made it upstairs apparently). The hangover was gone by this point, but she was just exhausted and silently angry. She knew Thomas didn’t know any of this, but the idea of being around other people(Thomas and West were exceptions, really) was less appealing than puking at this point.


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Vie felt like a wreck. Nothing was going the way she’d hoped, and honestly she felt like a bit of a jerk. Everything felt crazy, and she had felt like her emotions had been flip flopping lately. Between everything between her and Zane, to the craziness that had been her father coming down here out of the blue, to the way she had been handling things, everything was nuts. And not just for her, but for Zane more.<p>
It was something that had began to eat at her more in New York. The demons you didn’t want to feed had been fed and she’d always felt like her worser qualities had come out in New York. She’d been hesitant again, and been forced to crawl her way to safety much like she had all those years ago when she’d run away. The parallels had dug into her mind in a way she didn’t dare whisper, feeling crazy for thinking it. She hid her pain and hurt behind a mask so deep even she didn’t realize it most times. Sometimes she could handle it. Lately, not so much.<P>
Control had become a major part of her keeping herself sane. After so much control had been taken from her in New York, she’d fought for it back. It started with the tattoos, progressed to sleeping with people, and she’d curved herself by going back to New Orleans and finding the one semblance of reality she had. It was getting to a point that she couldn’t deny that she was still the broken, fractured child she always had been. The less than perfect child who had grown up being told she wouldn’t amount to anything. Sure, she was going somewhere with education, but she still had the fear that one day Zane would wise up and realize that she wasn’t everything he thought her to be. It scared her, and made her call her put her walls up without realizing it. She risked everything without even being aware.<p>
It had started with the baby, and she had lost it with a few others things. The voices that had seemed to grow told her he was going to leave her, that she wasn’t worth his time. Not with the way she’d been acting. It made her act worse, though. She tried not to distance herself from him because he noticed that, would think she was leaving and it would turn him into an internal mess. She hated doing that to him, but she was scared. Sometimes she had to ground herself, keep herself from being the girl that was upset for no reason. She didn’t want to tell him she was that crazy, he saw her as something special and when she tried it felt like it didn’t click and he thought it was him. She didn’t see why he couldn’t see she was the broken mess.<p>
Then sometimes, when she couldn’t sleep at night, she wondered if they could make it. Would he grow tired of her? She’d always been a mess for him to clean up, but eventually you got tired of messes. Now she’d messed up and dragged this new life into all of this. As if she wasn’t doing a bad enough job herself, she had to make it worse. Lately she’d found herself hiding in the shower, just sitting there and letting the tears fall when no one would find her. She wasn’t okay, but she was afraid. If he saw her this broken he would think it was him, or that she didn’t want this. She did, desperately she did. She just sucked at showing it, had taken to a hard edge because the strands of control she felt for her life seemed to be slipping from her fingers without any chance to hold on.<p>
Her father had slipped about Zane wanted to marry her. Her thoughts had immediately turned to what a bad idea it was for him. To be tied to her in such a way? Why would he do that? Why now when she was obviously turning back into such a mess. She had nothing safe to turn to. Zane had been safe. School had been safe, and now neither felt as though it were. She felt lost, but instead of showing it she’d been hard. It was safe. It would protect her. Wouldn’t it?<p>
Except, at some point it all came crashing down. Perhaps it was a combination of an ill placed dream, the book she was reading for school that held similar themes, and the moment she’d freaked out feeling Micah move. That had been an interesting wake up for Zane, and she’d seen the mixture of amusement, sleepiness, and slight disappointment when it was just her that could feel it now. (It wasn’t her fault she’d nearly had a panic attack from the feeling and he’d only been asleep for about an hour. It had seriously scared her, and she’d panicked commenting how they couldn’t do this anymore until he’d calmed her down.)<p>
The guilt had kicked in that night, as she’d chased down her demons in her dreams; a combination of past, present, and possible future ones. In the end, she’d felt horrible, waking up in a cold sweat and realizing what she’d been doing. The problem was she wasn’t sure she knew how to <i>stop</i>. So she felt at a loss.<p>
She pulled an old trick out of her hat and had remolded it. She’d spoken to Lip and a few others, made sure they were fine covering. She doubted she was the only one who’d noticed the way she’d been a bit of an ass to Zane, and so when she made comment she was trying to make up for her less the sane behavior it hadn’t caused too much of a stir. She’d made sure to wake up before him and left him a clue. Attached to a small key was a riddle, that led to another riddle, that led to another riddle, that would eventually lead him to where she was. By the time he’d woken up and figured them out(they were rather simplistic) she would have had time to set up lunch in a spot she’d found that was calm. It was out in nature, and part of why he needed the clues to finds the ways to get there. It was always him doing nice things so she’d thought she’d flipped the tables.<p>
Not that she was cooking or anything, she did actually want them to be able to eat what was prepared. Instead she gotten sandwiches and other cold foods and set them out. She hadn’t meant to pass out before he got there, but a combination of lack of sleep, nightmares, and waking up early had made the hammock she had out there entirely too comfortable and she’d dosed off while waiting for him.









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Violetta was frustrated. She’d been in the God forsaken town for a grand total of one month and her life was flipped upside down. Her father was surprisingly warm and receptive of her when she’d first shown up, but she rarely saw him. It was like all forces were working together to make it so she never saw him. Of Her father’s wife was one them. To make matters worse she couldn’t text Zane because of how bad things had gotten. How quickly and how badly.<p>
She’d started texting Zane less and less as time went on, and then about three weeks into living here her father had insisted on buying her a new phone. New phone, new wardrobe, new number; honestly it felt as though he was trying to buy her a new life. It wasn’t a bad thought, per say, but more frustrating because buying her things did not make up for all the time he’d been gone. In fact it kind of pissed her off because if she really wanted those things she would just go steal them. What she wanted was time with her, and while they had dinners it was always with the horrible demon step-bitch.<p>
To her original thought, she hadn’t talked to Zane much since she’d gotten a new phone. She’d text him, hadn’t told her it was her, but had text him. It was her way of not being the one to stop communicating, but she wasn’t going to be able to lie to him like she needed to. So when he hadn’t responded to the new number she was equal parts heartbroken and relieved.<p>
There were things she had to hide. She and Asher had started building a semi-friendship, but he was on and off again, too. Her father was never around, and that left her more often with her father’s wife. She was an awful woman, truthfully. Vie hadn’t grown up in comfortable spot, but she pushed her limits. Tonight had been the worst. The woman had tried to kill her. Straight up tried to kill her.<p>
She had seen things, here and there. Vie didn’t need help humiliating herself around these people, but she did try and help her. Then there was all the “accidents” that seemed to happen to her. It was very obvious by what little affection Vie received from her father that it was more than her step-mother got, and that her step-mother was jealous of it. But to try and kill her? Vie hadn’t expected that one.<P>
She’d been asleep, perfectly asleep when she’d heard her enter. Vie had spent too many nights on the run and on the streets to not be a light sleeper. Her body wasn’t made for it to be possible, and it was even more heightened due to the fact that she was so entirely uncomfortable here. So when her step-mother had opened the door to her room, Vie had been awake. She’d calculated, listened, been on alert. It was like she was back on the streets, trying not to get killed or raped in the middle of the night. Of course, she hadn’t realized that would happen <i>here</i>. So she hadn’t really expected it when her step-mother went to stab her, and she’d managed to avoid getting hit anywhere lethal but instead had managed to hit her relatively deep on the side of her stomach.<p>
After words, threats, and having the knife flipped back on her step-mother had made them have an interesting chat. When they were gone, Vie was relieved that she knew how to stop bleeding without going to a hospital. It had been something she’d learned growing up, when you needed stiches and couldn’t afford it. Thankfully she had an accelerated healing and while she knew it would scar she wouldn’t die.<P>
Which left her where she was now. At 3Am, soaking wet from the rain, standing at the door to Asher’s flat. He was supposed to be in town, that’s what she thought he had said. Honestly she couldn’t remember at the moment, she just knew she was cold, wet, frustrated, and completely out of her element and in it all at the same time. She just wanted somewhere safe to stay for the night.<p>
She hadn’t thought her plan through very well when she’d left, throwing on a pair of shorts and a jacket over her bloodied shirt. She didn’t want to leave anymore evidence than she needed to, she still wasn’t sure how her father would react and who he would defend. It made her nervous. So she’d through the rain, in her boots, with a bag of clothes and had made her way to Asher’s. She hesitated, debating just breaking in, when she remembered it was entirely Asher’s fault she was here in the first place. She banged on the door, and continued to do so. She wasn’t going to stop until he answered.




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