On The Wings On Love

Violet’s POV Hatred coiled through the air like a mist on a hot summer day. Clouding every single thing it touched in the godforsaken state. New York bustled with the energy of people moving from other countries into their space.  Problem was, no matter how much money your family had there were rules that everyone had to follow.  You weren’t allowed to marry someone from the country whence they came. They had to choose someone from somewhere else.  I'm Violet by name, I had grown up knowing that the worst disability in the entire state was not being able to marry someone that came from where I did.  My family had more money than pretty much anyone else I knew of, but it didn’t go so far. There were some things, unfortunately, that money could not buy. Such as a mate actually worth having. Fate could serve a cruel plate. This for sure was one of them.  I had watched my father's hatred for people born and bred right in the state of New York breathe and grow as he aged. For twenty-five years it festered like a broken wound.  The doctor who was supposed to help their family, rather than helping them, had cost them their entire family. There was no one left, just My dad and I.  The doctor was so selfish all he cared about was tending to his own needs. Making sure his family was taken care of, while mine laid there and died. Desecrating in their own bodily fluids, while the doctor ran about taking care of his own business.  As though that weren’t enough,my dad had a particular family that was his nemesis.  The Salvador family. Part British, part New Yorker they were everything my father could not stand. If he could have killed off every one of them and gotten away with it, there was no doubt in my mind he would have tried, Probably poisoned them all in their sleep.  Obviously, he wouldn’t have done it. He would have paid some hit man an exorbitant amount of money to pull it off with a pricey hit man that could cover their tracks well.  It apparently wasn’t worth the risk to do so.  My entire life had been spent hearing my father scream and yell about how I shouldn’t ever trust a person from New York.  I shouldn’t ever rely on anyone from New York, and I most assuredly should never date anyone from New York.  I wasn’t allowed to love anyone. I couldn’t even hang out with them!!! It feels so bad, you know.  If I did, my father would ground me, and the one time I had tried— let’s just say things did not go according to plan. The one guy that really had a crush on me, Alex. He was cute.  He made me feel certain ways that I couldn’t quite identify.  The feelings that coursed through me were unmatchable by others. I shouldn’t want him, Shouldn’t ache for him, I wasn’t allowed to. Forbidden to ever touch the hand that so longed to have me, to hold me.  Alex had gotten into some extreme arguments with my dad, more than once, they had gotten into some deep conversations that had led to a knife against Alex’s throat, and a gun shoved in his side twice. The last time my father had sliced a line across, Alex’s throat and since then he was afraid to approach me.  I figured out things never did work out quite like I hoped that they would.  Nothing was ever that easy, nothing ever worked out for me, the only thing that ever got accomplished was my dad yelling, and the money increasing.  So many billions of dollars just sitting in the bank helping literally no one. My dad was so stingy, sometimes he wouldn’t even give me any spending money. I was okay with that;  I was high maintenance. I loved to get my hair and nails done.  And I was getting to the age where not having a boyfriend was starting to grate on me. I wanted to mate with someone. To have someone to call my own.   The only halfway decent thing I had in my life, that had nothing to do with listening to my father, was the actual friendship I was starting to build with Alex.   I had to have someone in my corner, Someone to talk to when the nights were long, and dark. Someone to pretend that I could actually have a substantiated relationship with. Even though it would never work, and my dad would kill both of us, at least I had someone I could pretend to be with in my own mind.  Alex thought he was hiding how he felt for me, but he wasn’t. It was so sweet. I wished I could talk to him about it, question why he felt that way, and what I could do to make it happen.  We didn’t get to talk all that often of late, but I had recently met a man by the name of Ryan.  Sparkling bright blue eyes, soft brown hair. He was a sight to behold. He made my insides feel all mushy and attached.  We were becoming fast friends, our conversations beginning to dip more and more into the deep end of things, and less on the socially constructed ‘okay to talk about.’  I was left to become normal friends with Alex until Ryan showed up, unknown to me, Alex wasn’t comfortable with the status in my life.  He wanted me to be his girlfriend. Alex was acting a bit strangely about me being friends with Ryan.  Almost like he was threatened by Ryan's place in my life.  There wasn’t anything I could really do about it.  Ryan was special, the way we connected…  There was nothing wrong with it, but my dad would not approve.  The New Yorker in the doctor was unforgivable.  They couldn’t be together.  My father was liable to actually do away with him like he had attempted to do Alex.  I wanted to ask him about it, ask him if he would be interested in exploring things. He seemed so busy.