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(Episode 13)
VIOLET’S POINT OF VIEW
“Geez, who on earth could be knocking at this hour?” I muttered under my breath, a frown etched on my face as I sat there, absorbed in my reading. There’s nothing more annoying than being deep into a good book only to have your concentration shattered by an unexpected interruption.
“Yeah, come in!” I yelled, a hint of irritation creeping into my voice. Almost instantly, the door swung open, and in walked my mom. My expression soured a little more at the sight of her; I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing here at such a late hour. But as soon as she spotted me with my book, her face broke into a bright, cheerful smile.
“Good evening, Mom,” I greeted her quietly, trying to mask my annoyance. She nodded slowly in acknowledgment, still smiling.
“Good evening, Violet! I see you’re engrossed in a book. How was school today?” she asked, her voice warm. I put on a smile, albeit a somewhat forced one.
“It was great… just like usual,” I replied, and she nodded again, a gentle smile lingering on her lips.
“That’s wonderful to hear,” she said. “I’m really sorry for barging into your room at this late hour. I had something important I wanted to discuss with you. I actually intended to talk to you right when you got home from school, but something urgent came up at work that required my immediate attention.” I listened carefully, nodding slowly as she spoke, feeling a mixture of curiosity and slight irritation at the disruption.
“Alright, so what exactly did you want to discuss with me? You mentioned that it was urgent,” I inquired, noticing the slight smile that graced her lips as she positioned herself comfortably on the bed.
“Could you please set your book aside for just a moment? I’d really appreciate it if you could focus on what I’m about to share,” she requested, having caught my fleeting glance at my reading material. With a resigned sigh, I closed the book and set it down beside me, folding my hands in my lap, ready to engage.
“Thank you,” she said softly with a faint smile, as if genuinely appreciative of my undivided attention.
“So, um, I wanted to let you know that I’ll be traveling to Spain with Stephen and I won’t be back until next month,” she announced, and in an instant, my heart swelled with overwhelming joy at the news.
“Really? Wait, really?” I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement before even thinking about how my response might come across. Her expression shifted to one of surprise, a look that I anticipated.
“Oh, I’m sorry; I mean, really?” I quickly added, trying to adopt a more somber tone, as if I might actually mourn her absence.
“Are you genuinely that thrilled about me being away for a whole month?” she teased, her laughter light yet I could sense an undertone of sadness in her voice.
“No, that’s not what I meant… It just sort of came out wrong,” I stammered, as her light scoff echoed in the air between us.
“Well, I just wanted to take a moment to remind you of how important it is to be a wonderful big sister to your younger sister,” she began, her voice soft but earnest. “Please keep an eye on her, okay? I know Auntie Quinn will be there to help out, but it’s still essential that you check in on her regularly. I plan on calling you both at least once a week, but things are going to get pretty hectic for me.”
As soon as she mentioned being busy, I raised my eyebrows in surprise, which made her chuckle lightly, clearly amused by my reaction.
“I’m not just going to be spending all my time with my boyfriend, Violet,” she explained with a reassuring smile.
“I’ll also be attending a conference in Spain that’s about the company.” I simply nodded slowly in response, taking it all in.
“You don’t need to worry about Sophia; I’ll take great care of her,” I muttered, trying to convey my commitment. Her smile widened at my reassurance.
“I knew you would,” she replied, her voice full of confidence. “There’s also something else that I want us to discuss.” At that, my eyebrows shot up again, signaling my curiosity.
“What’s that, Mom?” I asked, although I had a slight inkling about what topic she might want to address.
“I really didn’t like the skirt you wore to school today,” she said, her voice carrying a disapproving tone.
“Honestly, it was way too short, and I can’t help but wonder if the boys were bothering you all day because of it.” As soon as the words left her mouth, I felt a wave of tension rise within me, and I instinctively bit my lip, knowing full well that this was the conversation I had dreaded.
“But Mom,” I replied, trying to keep my composure despite the irritation boiling inside me,
“I thought I mentioned this morning that maid accidentally burnt my old uniform. It’s not like I had a lot of options! Besides, why do you care so much about what I wear? It wasn’t even that short. Look, I really need to discuss something that’s been on my mind. I mean, I get that you might have been concerned when I was younger, but I’m eighteen now. For crying out loud, I’m not a little kid anymore. Please, just stop trying to control every aspect of my life. It feels like you’re hovering over me at every turn.”
As I finished speaking, I noticed her face had gone blank, her expression unreadable as she stared at me intently. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken thoughts.
“Are you seeing any boys?” she asked suddenly, breaking the silence with a question that caught me off guard. I let out a loud scoff, the sound filled with disbelief and irritation.
“Why does it even matter, Mom?” I retorted, feeling my frustration bubbling. As soon as I said that, I saw her frown deepen, and that only fueled my desire to push back even harder against what felt like an invasion of my privacy. What I really wanted was for her to trust me instead of constantly prying into my life.
“You really have a unique way of answering my questions, don’t you, dear? This attitude of yours… I sincerely hope it’s not because you’re involved with some boy,” she remarked, her tone carrying a hint of concern. I couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh in response.
“Mom, I’m really not. I was just trying to ask you to stop meddling in my personal life. I can’t help but feel like I’m the only one whose mother acts like this,” I replied with a hint of frustration. “Why are you so fixated on the idea of me being a virgin?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her as she let out a light chuckle.
“Sweetheart, I’m just trying to look out for you,” she said, her voice softening slightly. “Those boys, they don’t want anything from you besides what’s between your legs. You shouldn’t be thinking about love at your age.” Her words were laced with a layers of empathy, but they only fueled my irritation.
“Thanks for looking out for me, Mom, but I feel like you’re going a bit overboard with all of this,” I retorted, crossing my arms defensively as I watched her scoff in disbelief.
“I really hope you’re not involved with any boys. You should take your mother’s advice seriously,” she added, stressing the point, and I could feel my eyes rolling involuntarily in response to her insistence.
“Tell me you’re not seeing anyone, alright?” she pressed, her tone firmer this time, which only made me let out another exasperated sigh, as if the weight of her words was more than I could bear.
“Ugh, fine! Just so you know, I’m not seeing any boy! Happy now?” I exclaimed in frustration, my voice tinged with annoyance. The moment I finished speaking, my phone started ringing, cutting through the tension in the air.
“Who could possibly be calling you at such a late hour?” my mom asked, her tone filled with curiosity and a hint of suspicion as she shot me a sideways glance. I knew I needed to grab my phone quickly, but since she was settled on the bed with the device conveniently close to her, she reached for it before I could get to it. The look on her face went from curiosity to disapproval in an instant as soon as she saw the name on the screen.
“Who is Dylan Violet? The last time I checked, you didn’t have any friends other than Nianna, let alone any boy friends. And why on earth is he calling you at this hour?” she interrogated, her brow furrowed with concern. I bit down on my lip, feeling a wave of panic wash over me. I knew deep down that Dylan was definitely going to lead me into trouble, and the thought sent a shiver of dread through me.
“Mom, could you please just hand me my phone?” I pleaded, my voice softer now, hoping to regain some control over the situation. But instead of complying, she let out a loud scoff that echoed in the quiet room and proceeded to answer the call herself.
“Good evening, Mon Cheri……You sleeping already? ” came Dylan’s deep, voice through the speaker, making my cheeks flush with embarrassment as I instinctively lowered my head, wishing I could simply disappear from the moment.
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*TBC
