Unforgivable love

Scheming wars

Late evening Violet finally finished scheming out her plan to solve the mess of her fellow mafias. She researched non stop, looking into every detail and planned out every possible scenario. By the end of the night she’d already figured out how she’d get into their territory and how she’d bring down the entire operation they had planned out. She had multiple layouts of the building plans from all kinds of angles, including every floor and square inch of the land, she had guards rotas, maid rotas and general staff rotas. She accumulated all invites so she knew who’d be going and who wouldn’t be going. The invite had to be accepted to gain access to the building otherwise you’d be turned down at the gates. Somehow at some point she even got her hands on every single car that would be there, even the number plates. That’s how much she had researched. Her father wasn’t lying when he mentioned how messy the situation was to begin with. And boy, was it messy!

One mob wanted to start selling and buying young adults as slaves, taking off all their human rights and trafficking them into places they didn’t belong. Some agreed and others didn’t which led to the situation that was going on now. Those for it going against those who aren’t for it, Violet was on the latter team. She thought the entire operation was vile and deceiving, promising naive teens a better place to live just to throw them under the bus and treat them worse than animals.

Violet lost herself in her research, so much so that Tuesday had finally arrived

Clasping the silver necklace around her neck she sighed, looking into the mirror. She’d skipped on the makeup not wanting to ruin her natural appearance and had delicate jewellery to accentuate her innocent looks. She wasn’t overdressed since she knew what was bound to happen but she also tried to put in a bit of effort. She had a baby blue blouse on that clung to her skin and white shorts with little silver studs as well as her iconic cloak that she’d always wear. Her hair was left in its natural curly state with some parts tied up in a half up half down look. She looked effortlessly stunning.

Time seemed to slow down on this fateful day, almost like the universe itself wasn’t prepared for what was bound to happen. Though who truly was? Violet could convince herself she was ready but the pit in her stomach reminded her just how little she was prepared. No, she was prepared. She just wasn’t prepared for how bad the situation would turn out to be. Again, who was?

Violet stretched out her body, taking another final glance in the mirror before leaving her room maids in tow. She glided down the stairs with elegance not even a queen possessed and stopped once she’d reached the four men to accompany her in today’s mission. In unison they complimented her, ravelling in her beauty. Her father soon joined her silencing the small group.

Cedric hugged his daughter tightly, not knowing how today’s events would play her wanted to make sure they left on a good note, he couldn’t have his last memory of her being a miserable one. “You look stunning princess.” he gushed, twirling her around like a prized trophy to be on display. “Today is a dangerous day. I want you to know that I love you dearly and I will be waiting for you to return as I know you will, as you have done hundreds of times before. But in the case you do not return to me as you have perished, I want to give you this so we can identify you.” He smiled sadly at violet pulling out a small baby blue box with a pretty pink bow on it and handed it to his cherished daughter.

Opening the box with delicate hands violet gasped. A genuine shocked gasp left her now parted lips. She never really received gifts directly from her father but the jewellery sat in the box had a deeper meaning then the duo combined. Her mother’s anklet sat shining in all its glory. The r****h tones from the painite glowing hues on the woman looking directly at it. “The rarest gem to ever exist is within this bracelet. It was your mother’s, but before it was your grandmothers and so on. This has been passed down for generations only on the female side and today you will wear it as a symbol of not only wealth but so you know we are with you, though your mother has perished she will be the angle on your shoulder tonight. It has a mixture of minerals, red beryl, pink star diamond and so on. It is one of the most valuable things on this planet and today it shall be tightly attached to your ankle.” Cedric explained, voice thick of emotions.

Emotions from the potential of loosing his daughter, the emotions from an already grieving man of his beloved wife who would’ve stabilised him. A man filled with anger for the constant danger her throws his little girl on. But his biggest emotion was regret. Regret for creating this life for a little girl who he should’ve loved and protected differently. Regret for the monster he KNEW he created but never stopped. Regret for the absolute torture he had put her through, breaking her heart thousands of times until it could no longer be broken. In hindsight he’d protected her heart from others as she’d never trust or love anyone again, like he wanted, but she didn’t deserve it at such a young age. Violet should’ve been a normal girl, hidden from the evil within the world, not turned into evil herself.

Cedric’s thoughts paused as Violet nudged him gently. He could see the hidden tears in her eyes, the gratitude behind the blank stare. He always could look straight through her he just never told her how well he could. “Thanks daddy.” She whispered her voice thick of those same emotions Cedric carried, but for different reasons.

With a heavy sigh Violet spun on her heals. As much as she’d physically prepared for this battle, she wasn’t ready mentally, though she knew herself she never would be ready she’d just learnt to push those emotions behind her to revisit another day that would, in retrospect, never come. That was the thing about Violet, she’d pushed her emotions so far behind her she didn’t have to worry about them catching up to her, because she would always run faster. She was built to be like this after all.

Violets thoughts drifted to the boy she met outside the mansion, the god looking man with the same baby blue outfit that matched her. Had he been part of her mafia? She’d never seen him before, though she hasn’t exactly met everyone in the group so it can be explained. But that wasn’t it, and why would she find her thoughts drifting to him when her heart needed something to calm her down. Was he her safe haven without even meaning to be? So many question that could possibly never get answered.

Only time will tell.