Bloody Mary

Chapter Twelve

— Michael's POV —


A day.


A day has passed when Mary passed out in my arms.


A day has passed when I found out she was the Mary I once loved— and beginning to love again.


A day has passed since I found out that Violet was the source of her nightmares.


A day has passed since I knew everything...


Everything that happened when Mary found Violet, and how they became friends, and how Violet pushed me away from her, and how Violet forced Mary to do something unforgivable.


And last but not the least...


Who Violet really is.


I growled at my thoughts, as I shifted uncomfortably on the seat. I was watching over Mary who was serenely asleep, and honestly I couldn't believe how much time passed.


I closed my eyes as one certain memory of Mary-Anne de Sancti and me were perfectly and unconsciously happy— and all happened before Violet Aveira came into our lives.


"Mikey," Mary called as she ran towards me, with an intention of tackling me to the ground.


I smiled at her, my heart beating erratically. And before I could move, she threw her arms around me and we both fell on the grass.


We both laughed as we tried to stand up, and then she suddenly kissed my cheek softly.


"Guess what?" She asked excitedly.


"I got a perfect score in Mathematics today!" She beamed, standing up and straightening the creases on her lavender dress that reached down on her knees.


"That's great!"


"Thanks to you!" She smiled, combing her hair with her fingers.


"You know I always got your back," I winked. "Anyway, aren't you cold?" I asked worriedly.


It was late October and she was wearing a dress, and that's it.


Her brows furrowed and then she laughed, "I was so excited to see you, and I had to run from my house to the park, so I'm pretty warm at the moment."


I shook my head amusingly. I was in the park to play some football, and practice my throw.


I took off my black jacket and placed it over her shoulders. I was wearing a sweater, so I didn't have to worry about getting cold.


"Thanks, Mikey!" She giggled.


I nodded and smiled at her. She's quite a weird one. She doesn't wear jeans, t-shirts, and sandals; instead she wears dresses, and sneakers. I don't know why too, she just said it was comfortable.


"Mary, you're turning fourteen in months time... we're getting older," I said as we sat down on the grass, admiring the sunset in front of us.


"Fourteen isn't that old, Mikey. I can't wait when I'm eighteen though."


"Why is that?"


She blushed and looked into my eyes, "I wanna marry you."


My cheeks went beet red and then I felt my stomach erupt with butterflies; she smiled at me and then I held her hand tightly. "I want to marry you too."


She beamed, "Promise?"


I nodded, "I promise."


"Pinky promise?" She held out her pinky and then I wrapped it with mine.


"Pinky promise."


And when I said those words she leaned towards me and gave me an unexpected kiss on the lips. It was an innocent, short kiss— but it felt so right, and so addictive, that it made me feel dizzy.


My first kiss was with Mary-Anne de Sancti; and we were gonna get married soon. Hopefully.


Tears started streaming down my face as I also remembered how Mary and I drifted apart. And it was all because of Violet.


She stole Mary every time, until Mary and I barely even talked. It was like Violet controlled her.


I was hurt, so I found a new circle of friends. Joshua and the gang. But I couldn't stop missing her.


I couldn't.


And the memory when she was sent to the hospital seemed so fresh. Like it just happened yesterday.


It was heartbreaking.


I watched Mary starting to move a lot, and she was sweating so much. I got worried, so I began to shake her awake.


"Mary, Mary? Wake up!" I screamed desperately, she was already crying and I could feel her heart beating rapidly as I pressed my finger on her pulse.


"Violet... Violet's coming back— Michael, she's coming for you... Go before it's too late," she cried out. She was still struggling with her inner demons, and the way she thrashed in her sleep made me fear her situation.


"I'm here, Mary— I won't let Violet take me away from you. I promise." I assured her, holding her hand tightly, and kissing the back of it.


And then she calmed down, with her heart beat going normal, and her movement going still.


I moved back and let more tears fall.


Violet was messing with us again. What does she really want?


Why can't she leave Mary alone? Why?


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— Mary's POV —

Memories.


That's all I could remember.


Memories of my past.


Memories that I lost—


That I lost because of a traumatic experience involving Violet.


Everything felt so surreal; but it was all reality.


It came back like a kaleidoscope of memories; it flashed before me, causing me to hold my breath of all the information that I had to hold.


Good, bad, worse, worst.


Happy, in love, ecstatic, sad, angry, fearful, hatred, sadness, loneliness.


I walked towards the forest alone. I was fourteen years old, still curious as ever.


The grasses were green, the trees were dancing with the wind. Nature was simply... beautiful.


I was on an open field, and there was medieval looking house a little bit further from where I stood.


I didn't mind though, and I wasn't aware of being afraid of strangers; since Ashford was harmless.


I danced without music on, until I felt a presence watching me.


I turned back and gasped.


I saw a beautiful girl, probably my age.


She had straight black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and a serene, innocent look.


"Hello," I smiled.


She smiled back and ran her fingers down her black velvet dress— like the one from 'The Orphan'. She looked beautiful in it, really.


"Hi," she greeted shyly.


"What's your name?" I asked, sitting on the grass, playing with it at the same time.


She sat beside me, but with a comfortable spacing.


"I'm Violet Aveira, you?"


"I'm Mary-Anne de Sancti; but I rather be called Mary."


"Nice to meet you," she said holding her hand towards me.


I took it and shook her hand, "Nice to meet you too."


She smiled ever so sweetly and innocently at me.


But if only I knew that it was all an act, then I would've just ran away.

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"Violet, where are we going?" I giggled, following her towards her house.


"Come! My mum is baking cookies," she responded.


I nodded and continued following her.


It's been a month since I knew Violet; she's home-schooled for unknown reasons, and she's pretty wealthy.


We entered her home, that always caught me off guard. Outside looked creepy, but inside was warm.


It was like a medieval looking mansion, but with modern touches with the furnitures.


We entered the living room that had a warm crème scheme, with black and White furnitures. Her father was seated on the massive single chair.


I greeted him, and so did Violet. We went to the kitchen afterwards which was every cook's dream kitchen— with all the utensils and stuffs used for cooking.


"Good morning, Mrs. Aveira," I greeted her mother who looked spectacularly young.


She was in her forties, Violet said; but she looked like she was in her late twenties. She had such a youthful face, with full lips, and almond shaped brown eyes.


Her father was the same, they were all attractive like gods and goddesses.


"Good morning," she replied, while taking out the cookies from the oven. Violet and I sat down on the high chairs for the island counter.


Her mum mixed us some raspberry juice, and left us alone in the kitchen.


"I don't like Michael," Violet said suddenly.


My brows furrowed, "Why?"


"He's weird; and he's probably using you for something."


"What?"


"Michael only wants you for one thing."


"What is it?"


"Your purity," she sighed.


"No... No... Michael isn't like that." I defended.


"Trust me! I heard him talking with Joshua yesterday in the park. They're betting that he'd take your purity, and all."


"That's a lie," I laughed in a fake way.


She shrugged and then said, "Suit yourself. Just don't come running to me when you trust him more than me."


I felt anger rush through me.


Could Mikey do that?


He wouldn't right...?


Thinking about it...


She was spitting me lies that drove me away from people who I should've really trusted.


But there was something weird going on.


It felt like I was very much controlled.


Like I was a pawn in her game, being used, controlled, and played.


I was nothing but a game to Violet.


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