Violet
I knew she was evil.
I knew she hated me. I knew she wanted me gone, wanted me erased so her perfect family could bask in luxury without the weight of my existence dragging them down. But even knowing that, even carrying that truth in my chest, nothing could have prepared me for her smirking like she’d just won a game she’d been playing behind my back all along.
Could a human really act like this?
Could a woman? Someone who should have understood what it meant to be scared, to be vulnerable, to be preyed upon by men?
My body shook, my stomach churning as the weight of everything crashed down over me. I wanted to believe I had misunderstood, that my mind had twisted it into something darker than it was. That maybe I was dreaming, that I’d blink and wake up in a world where she
