Here's the next update! Violet Eyes is now 53 pages long on Word. Woo hoo! That's the most I've ever written for a story.
Well, here ya go.
There was a moment of silence.
“NO!!!!!!!!!!!” Violet screamed. I winced at the sudden burst of noise.
“There’s no other explanation for it,” Jesse said softly.
“NO! IT’S NOT TRUE!!!!” Violet continued yelling.
“Violet! Please stop yelling!” I said, covering my ears.
To my surprise, tears started streaming down Violet’s face. Paul looked alarmed. He leaned over and gave Violet a hug.
“No!” she sobbed. “It was an allergy! An allergic reaction! That’s it!”
“Um,” I said. I’d seen Violet crying before, but this was kind of sudden. I’d expected her to get a murderous look in her eye and declare war on whoever killed her. But not this…. “Actually, it wasn’t. You were poisoned. Nothing less.” I felt lame.
“You’re a liar!” she screamed. “You’re just trying to make me upset! You little-“ she lunged at me, but Paul grabbed her and held her back.
“LET GO OF ME!!!!” she started hitting him with her fists.
I looked at Jesse helplessly. He ran over to Violet and grabbed her fists.
“STOP IT!!!! I WANNA KILL HER!! LET ME KILL HER!!!” she shrieked. I really didn’t know what she was so unhappy about. She had two totally hot guys touching her at once. Even though Jesse was the only one I had my eye on. I wasn’t noticing Paul’s large, thick muscles at all. Just Jesse’s. Right.Oh Jeez,
I mentally kicked myself. Uh, God, or Buddha, or whoever’s up there, please forgive me for thinking such, um, lustful thoughts. Amen?
“What would that accomplish Violet?” Jesse asked in a soothing voice. “If you kill her, it won’t help your case. It’ll just give us another death to deal with.”
“I don’t care.” She was full out crying now, with snot and red eyes and everything.
“I wanna kill her…” she let out a pathetic little wail.
“Many murderers meandering around Carmel,” I muttered.
“Oh shut up!” she yelled.
“Violet,” Paul said, from where he was wrestling to keep her from jumping me. “Does it really matter how you died? You’re dead. You can’t change that. What does it matter how you
“It matters,” she growled. “Because it’s not f-f-fai-r!!!!” she let out a hiccup.
I sighed. “We know it’s not fair. And that’s why we’re going to try to bring the killer to justice.”
“That won’t help!” she cried at the ceiling.
“You’d be surprised at how much better it makes you feel,” Jesse said.
She glared at him. “How would you know? You don’t understand. None of you understand!”
“Actually, I do,” Jesse said quietly. She stared at him.
“Jesse,” I said. “Don’t.” I knew what would happen if he told her, and it wouldn’t be good.
He was silent.
“Do you think you’re the only one who’s ever died or gone through this? You’re not. Jesse died too!” Paul said, trying to pin her fists to the ground.
.” I groaned.
“He used to be dead?” she asked. Her eyes started heating up. “He used to be dead
? THEN HOW IS HE ALIVE NOW??????”
Oh great. I knew this was going to happen.
There was no sense lying to her. She’d already figured it out. “We, um, went back in time and warned him,” I said, not looking at Violet.
The look that went across Violet’s face then could only be described as murderous.
“You went back in time,” she said, in a voice so calm it was scary, “And you saved him from dying? So that he could live?”
“Yessss…” I said slowly, afraid of where this was going.
“So,” she concluded, “if you did that for him, then surely you can do that for me? Yes?”
“Um,” I said. “No actually, because it kills you to go back in time.”
“But you did it for him, didn’t you?” she said. She had a strange smile on her face. It was creeping me out.
“Yes, but his was a special case..” I gave Paul and Jesse a help me! look. They jumped into action.
“Violet, we really can’t-“ Paul said, while at the same time Jesse started “The murderers would never-“
They both stopped.
“Violet we really can’t do that. It makes you lose thousands of brain cells, and the only reason I did it last time was for selfish reasons. Suze only did it because she, ah, loved Jesse.”
“and the murderers would never be caught if we saved your life,” Jesse added.
“I don’t care! I wasn’t murdered, it was an allergic reaction!” she huffed. “If I could go back I would never go to that stupid party in the first place!” She yanked her fists away from Paul.
“Well you can’t,” I said. “So I think we’d best figure our who killed you.”
“The wine killed me!!! I must be allergic to wine!” Violet insisted.
“What are your allergies usual symptoms?” I asked.
“Um. Swelling, hyperventilating, fainting spells.” She looked thoughtful. “I wasn’t swelling but I did faint!”
“Violet,” I said. “You didn’t faint, you died. And you aren’t allergic to wine. Someone put some sort of pesticide in the wine. And I have a strong feeling it was Clark.”
She stared at me. Then she jumped up and tried to lash out. I jumped backwards. Paul and Jesse jumped up and grabbed her.
“She’s trying to ruin my life!!!!” Violet screamed. “Pleease let me kill her! Please!”
“She isn’t trying to ruin your life,” Jesse grunted, trying to get Violet to sit back down while holding her hands behind her back.
,” Paul said quietly. “Sit down and think about this. Please.”
Violet went suddenly quiet. She sat obediently sat down and didn’t move.
“I think Clark took your wine and put something in it. Then he served it to you.” I edged toward the front of my bed, preparing for an attack.
Violet didn’t respond.
“But why?” Jesse asked.
“I think I can answer that,” I said. I turned to Violet, who was staring at the floor. “Violet what did you mean when you told me to tell Clark not to go out with Isabella?”
Without lifting her gaze, Violet said, “Isabella is a witch. Clark’s had her eye on her ever since she moved here.”
Except she didn’t say witch
“So Clark wants to go out with her?” I asked. “Aha. What probably happened is that Isabella told him that she would go out with him if he poisoned you. That’s one disloyal boyfriend ya got there Violet.”
“Nombre de Dios
,” Jesse murmured.
“That jerk,” Paul muttered.
Except he didn’t say jerk.
“So Isabella wanted me dead.” Violet said in a humorless voice. “Wonderful.”
“Do you have any idea why?” I asked.
“Hmm let’s see. I’m gorgeous. I have a hot boyfriend. I have a large house. I have rich parents. I have all the latest styles. I have a whole block named after my family. I have friends in higher places. I wonder why she would want me dead?”
“If you’re thinking she’s jealous,” I said, “that’s not the answer. I’ve seen her, and she’s beautiful. She could probably go out with whoever she wanted. She has a rich grandma who lives in a mansion. She’s rich, so she probably had the same stuff you do. So no, that’s not the answer.”
“Then what is????” Violet looked up now. Her eyes were mad. Okay. Here comes the part where she declares war on Ella.
“You tell me,” I said. My nail polish was almost completely chipped off now. Why hadn’t I fixed that yet? I decided to have a personal sleepover tonight. All my beauty products were invited.
“You’re assuming it was Isabella,” Jesse said.
“Trust me,” I said. “It was.”
He was quiet.
I groaned. “Oh no Jesse. Please don’t tell me you think your little Ella is innocent?”
He frowned. “She just doesn’t strike me as the murderer type. She seems so……… delicate.”
“You know, there’s this thing that people do sometimes,” I said. “It’s called act like someone they’re not.
Criminals do that most of all. Ella is obviously a criminal, or why would she get kicked out of all her schools?”
He didn’t respond.
“Exactly. It’s Ella.” I hopped off the bed. “Now, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m hungry. I’m gonna go get some food. You guys want anything?” I paused by the doorframe.
“Popcorn,” Paul muttered.
“’Kay.” I walked down the stairs to the kitchen and got out some soda. Doc looked up from his textbook.
“I heard you talking to someone up there. Do you have people up there?” he asked.
“Yeah, some friends,” I said absentmindedly. The thing that was bothering me was why??? Why would Ella want Violet killed? It’s not like Violet had anything Ella didn’t have.
So why? Why? WHY???????????????????????????????Hope you guys like it.