FRAGILE STRENGTH

FRAGILE STRENGTH CHAPTER TWO

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Violet's pov— went home exhausted. My body felt heavy even though I didn't do much at school. The house was empty, so I cooked rice and washed the scattered plates, including the empty bottles my father left behind. My body is tired, but I have to act energetic and hardworking here. They hate it when I'm "lazy." They don't even like seeing me, so I usually lock myself in my room and wait for them to finish eating. I’m lucky if there are leftovers for me. I’d rather be at school where I can just sit and listen, unlike here where I never stop moving.

Father: Hey, do you have any money? Give it to me, I’m buying alcohol.

Violet: This is for our food later, Pa...

Father: I don't care!

Violet: But we won't have anything to eat...

Father: Are you talking back to me now?!

(The Brother suddenly grabs violet’s arm very tightly.)

Violet's pov— I started holding back my tears again. I can't let them fall because I know they will just give me more bruises.

Oldest brother: You contribute nothing to this house, yet you have the nerve to talk back? Is what Father is asking for so much that you have to be stingy?

Violet's pov—I have no way to fight back. I have no choice but to give them what they want.

Oldest brother: You only listen when you’re getting hurt! Now get out of here!

Violet's pov— I fell asleep from crying so much. My eyes are swollen, and the bruises on my arms are very visible. I feel so much pity for myself. I shouldn't be going through this. If only my mother hadn't left me here to suffer. I feel so much resentment toward her because she didn't stand up for me as a mother. She’s out there being happy with her new family while I’m here struggling and enduring everything. I just want to see her, even for a moment, to hug her and feel like I actually have a parent. But the world has even denied me that. I never experienced being cared for by a mother. She left me with my father when I was just a child. She told me he would take care of me. Is this what "taking care" looks like? Hurting me, belittling me, and stepping all over me? Even my siblings haven't been good to me. What did I do wrong? What is my sin against the world that I have to suffer like this? Why is everyone so mean to me?School]

Professor: So, where are your parents?

Violet: Ma'am, they couldn't come because they are really busy.

Professor: Do they really have no time for anything else? What kind of job do your parents have that they can't give you any time?

Violet's pov— I stayed silent because I didn't know what to say. I’ve run out of excuses. My brain and body are so exhausted that I can't even think straight.

Professor: I won't give you a passing grade until you show me your parents. Understood?

Violet: But Ma'am, maybe there’s another solution so I can pass? Just please don't make me call my parents.

Professor: I’ve done everything I can for you, Violet. I’ve given you so many chances. I’m sorry.

Violet: Ma'am, please, one last chance. I promise I’ll do everything you ask.

Professor: You’ve said that before, but nothing happened. It's because you're busy with other things.

(The Professor leaves, violet is left stunned.)

Violet's pov— Calm down, violet. Don't cry over something like this.

Bully: Oh look, Violet is crying again. I guess Ma'am didn't give in to her this time!

Violet's pov—i ignored all they said while crying, and i sit to my chair.