6 Violet

Everything inside me wants to turn around and head back home but I can't, no fuck that. I refuse to go back to that place. Mason and I aren't even together so why should I let this bother me? It's not like we are actually going to put everyone else aside to be together. I should not let this affect me in any way.

I decide to stop being such a bitch and be the bitch. I came here to get away from my current situation, not to play mouse in a game of cat. I wipe my eyes, take a deep breath, and I go up to his door and ring the bell. I wait for about two minutes until a half-naked Mason opens the door. He looks shocked. Surprise bitch. Something in me snapped today. An attitude from out of this world has entered me and every piece of "give-a-fuck" has left my body.  I felt brand new and untouchable.

"V-Violet, what are you doing here." He asks

"Don't worry, you can get back upstairs to that whore V-" I was cut off by an older Blonde who I have never seen before.

"Mr. Jones, I need to collect pay now?" She says in what sounds like a Swedish accent.

"Of course Greta the money in on the counter in the kitchen. Thank you." He says.

Okay so that wasn't Vanessa's car as a matter of fact I don't even know what her car looks like. I was just finding ways to get mad at Mason. My face burns with embarrassment and every fuck I have had entered my body again. So much for my new "attitude". Who knew that he would be at home getting a massage from an old Swedish woman. I don't like to jump to conclusions, I'm not a conclusive person.

"And you were saying?" He asks with a stupid grin. A grin that made me want to throw him one his kitchen table and serve him dinner.

"Nothing. Look I came here to stay for a couple hours until I figure out where to go." I tell him

"Why. Is everything okay? Why can't you go home?" He asks.

"Look there are just something's going on at home and I rather not go back. Ever mason, please don't make me go back." I sob into his shirt.

"Hey it's okay Vi, look you can stay here for as long as you need and you can talk about what ever happened later." He tells me soothing my hair. I sob a little more while he just sits there holding me. It's comforting and I feel so at peace.

"I'm gonna run you some bath water while you get settled into your room." He tells me

"My room? Mason it's an amazing gesture but you want me to live with you? I don't know if we can handle that." I tell him. Living with mason sounds amazing, honestly, but I don't think I can live his life in this fancy house.

"Where else are you going to go Vi? Seriously plus this house is big as hell and it has ever you can imagine. You never have to leave." He tells me walking closer

"Okay what about my job that's like an hour away and my car note." I cry even more. I just threw my whole life away like that. What was I thinking

"Baby, I'm rich." He says in a funny accent which makes me cringe and laugh "But seriously I'm rich and who are you?" He says holding my chin. I know exactly what to say because he used to say this all the time.

"I'm your girl." I say back

"Your my girl and being my girl means being happy girl." He continues "Babushka!" He yells picking me and running me upstairs slamming me on the bed playfully. He stops for a second and kisses me.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"Because you're amazing and I love you." He finally says. Everything inside me floats and I feel so happy for once. My happiness is Mason.

***

"Yep. I can't believe this. I am not hurt but I am upset. My father let a woman treat me like shit for years and come to find out she was never my mother." I say taking a sip of coffee.

Part of me still hurts and wants to cry but I tried to hold back my tears because I cried enough today but the situation got the best of me.

He grabs me and pull me the his chest. I didn't want to cry but I hated that my father would do this. Not only did Vivian not want me, but my biological mother didn't want me either. I was never wanted and was always an inconvenience. Why did these sorts of this have to happen to me? Now that I am sitting here crying to my ex boyfriend who won't even sleep with me. I'm not even sure if he wants me at this point. Maybe my life is meant to become complete shit. Maybe things are supposed to go down hill to get better. All I know is that I am not going back home for a while and I am definitely not talking to my father and Vivian.

I finally take a deep breath and sit up. I wipe my tears and grab my phone to use the camera. I look at my puffy eyes while I try to stop the tears from streaming down my face. I erase every doubtful thought I just thought up and finally try to look on the bright side of everything. At least I'm here with Mason who is willing to be with me and take care of me.

I excuse my self to the restroom so I can't get myself together. As I walk through the halls of the first floor, I notice family pictures from over the years. I start to compare younger Mason to the older Mason. When he was younger, he looked happier and so full of joy. He look almost innocent and oblivious to the world. Older Mason didn't smile and looked dead in the eyes. One picture can tell a whole a whole story about someone's life. His mother tried to cover up a bruise from his dad in the one from last year and his dad is probably drunk. Wonder what argument they go into.

I finally make my way to the bathroom or one of them at least. Mason's house is huge with three stories. I grab a wash cloth and start patting hot water under my eyes. I finally finish by splashing cold water on my face. I take a look in the mirror and realize something. I realize a girl who I have never seen before. This girl looked tired and worn out. She isn't full of life nor is she hopeful. I ignore my reflection and walk out the bathroom.

When I get back to the living room, Mason was watching The Great Gatsby. This was secretly one of my favorite romance novels. It didn't end the way we all thought it would. It ended in a more realistic way which I admire. It didn't give me any false hopes in fact it scarred me. I am scared to end up as foolish as Jay Gatsby was. He literally loved Daisy until it got him killed. She didn't even attend the funeral and they did not have a happy ending. I am Jay Gatsby and Mason is my Daisy. What if I chase him forever and end up without him in the end? What if I was waiting on a call from him and never get it? The Great Gatsby is romance on a whole other level. I couldn't sit here and watch it with Mason.

"Mason this movie is-" He cut me off.

"Have you seen this?" He asks.

"Yes. The Great Gatsby." I say.

"Why does he throw those parties?" He asks.

"Those parties aren't for everyone's entertainment, those people are just props basically. Those Parties are there because he is hoping that one day Daisy will stop by." I explain

"So he goes out of his way for a girl who doesn't even attend?" He asks.

"Yes." I say.

He pauses the movie and turns to me.

"Tell me about this movie, because I know you have read the book." He says.

I couldn't help but tell him about it. I said I didn't want to watch it.

"Jay loves Daisy. They have history and he has never stopped loving her. She remarried but that never stopped him." I start.

He looks at me with awe while I tell the story.

"So wait he did all that and took the blame for her just for her not to attend his funeral?" He asks in shock.

"She loved him, very deeply. She didn't attend for her own sake I think but I don't think she understood how much Jay loved her. I also think she was very selfish." I explain.

"Selfish isn't the word. He waited on her to call and she never did, she never planned on it. She wasn't planning on leaving with Jay, she only filled his head up with false hopes." He agrees

"Exactly. You know what, we deserved it from Daisy's point of view." I say.

"And why not Jay's?" He asks

"He dies. There is no way for a dead man to finish his story." I explain

"Okay true but why do you think the author let Nick Carraway tell the story and not Daisy?" He asks.

"Why would he? I mean how many romance novels have an outsider telling the story. Why would he let Daisy dramatize it and tell it the way she saw it? Sure, we would know what really went down. Sure, we would know what was in that letter. The real question is, why would we want it told any other way? Nick saw through the illusions Jay and Daisy couldn't see which makes the story real." I explain.

"The moral of the story is that the American dream is unattainable right?" He asks

I look at him with disbelief.

"Jay Gatsby had everything he could ever dream of; Money and Power. The only thing he couldn't have was love. You can't have all of them so it's either one or the other. That is the realism of the story right? If he had Daisy tell it, the moral of the story would be useless because she had love with Tom and she was rich." He says.

I look at him in disbelief. Complete disbelief. No one has ever gotten that except me. He has read the book because you can not get that from watching the movie once. He knew this whole time. Why did he want to hear why did he pretend to be new to the storyline?

"How?" I manage to ask starring into his eyes.

"I think you think that you are Jay and I am Daisy." He says dodging my question.

What the hell was he doing? I just stare at him.

"I am not Daisy." He says

"I am hungry, aren't you?" I quickly change the subject.

"No. I think I am going to go to bed. You are open to eat whatever. You know where your room is so I don't need to show you, right?" He asks getting up

"Right." I say planting a kiss on his lips

"Good night Vi," he says before walking away

Once he is gone and out of sight, I sigh in relief. I didn't want to have that conversation with him and I definitely was not hungry. I decided it was time for me to go to sleep too. I pick up my phone, which has a million missed calls from my father, Vivian, and Amanda. I head to my room next to Mason's and I call Amanda. She picks up with in two seconds, new record.

"Where the hell are you?" She asks as soon as she picks up.

"Mason's. I can't go home." I say to her.

"Okay, I just needed to know you were safe. Look, I'm going to tell dad where you are, but I will tell him not to bother you. I will tell him that you need space for a little, Okay?" She says.

"Okay, I love you." I tell her.

"I love you too kiddo, no matter what happens, I am still your sister and your best friend. I have news for you." She says.

"Which is?" I asks.

"I am coming home for the summer." She says

"Really?" I ask in excitement.

"Yeah and I figured I could get an apartment and you can live with me, sound good?"She asks.

"Are you bringing Chris home?" I ask

She stays silent for a moment.

"I have to go. I will tell you everything tomorrow, Get some rest, good night." She says hanging up.

I wonder what the hell happened. I wonder if they were still okay or if they were broken up. I decided to do what she said and get some rest. I needed to get up early for work tomorrow or potentially my last day of work.