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Was she taking out other emotions on him?
She looked at her laptop and thought about the paper she had asked him for help with. She could remember the comments like scars on her skin.
You’ll waste everyone’s time with this.
I thought you were better than this.
She shook herself out of the painful memories before they could overtake her. He had been downright cruel when she asked him to look at her paper. And she had asked him if he meant what he said - if he thought what he had commented was okay.
And Charlie had said yes. He had even looked her in the eyes as he did so. Since that day, she knew he meant what he said.
Ultimately, he had hurt her. This wasn’t her taking out her pain of Elijah on him. This wasn’t her being mad about school and yelling at him. She was mad at him. Maybe a part of her always would be.
Violet knew that all she wanted was an apology, and that would have smoothed things over. But he never apologized. He always said he meant what he wrote.
And that was how they got here.
Of course, Violet knew she wasn’t right in fighting with him around their friends. She already planned to put an end to that. This wedding was going to go well, whether Charlie stuck to it or not.
But she was still hurt, and she didn’t know how to move forward.
Jason stood up, bringing Violet out of his thoughts. He was looking out the window. “My mom is here Ms. Moore. Thank you for letting me stay.”
“No problem. Thank you for letting me help.”
Jason left the classroom in a rush, obviously ready to go home. Violet smiled at him before packing her things away. The last thing she wanted to do was go home and see Charlie, but she also didn’t want to stay in her classroom, either.
As she was grabbing her laptop, her phone rang. She groaned when she saw the caller ID.
It was her mother.
She hated it when her mother called.
“Hello?” Violet asked. Her day had already been hard. She didn’t need anything more.
“Why haven’t you responded to my message I sent you? Did you not see it?”
“I’ve been busy,” was all Violet could reply.
“Not too busy for me. I’m your mother. And I’m worried about you being stuck in a dead-end job.”
“It’s not a dead-end job," Violet said. “There’s plenty of avenues I can go-“
“Teaching middle school is for young girls and old wives. You can do more.”
No, she couldn’t. Not that she’d even want to.
“I like my job.”
“And yet you can barely pay your bills. What if an emergency happens? Then where will you be?”
Living with Charlie Davis, apparently. But she’d never let her mom know that. Then the woman would insist she move out of town and back in with her. Her mom wanted control, and she wanted Violet to be like her.
Violet couldn’t let her in.
“I’m fine, mom," Violet said. “Everything is all good here, and I like my job.”
“You will regret this one day, and I won’t bail you out.”
