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Intro. Violet had been to some low places in the last two years but this was hitting rock bottom. And even in the state she was in she knew that. She held onto the wall of the hallway as she tugged herself to an open room, it was disgusting and just trashed. Violet fell onto the dirty bed, patting the bed and the floor around it for a phone. And once fer fingers felt the familiar shape of a phone she held it up close to her shaking eyes. She could barley tap the numbers on the screen. She dialed the only number she could remember. Her dad. His number never changed. But she hadn't called him in two years. And the last time they spoke, she said some awful things to him.. Violet held the phone to her ear with a shaking hand as she heard the ringing. And once she heard that familiar low and raspy voice and a grunt, she felt relief.. "D-Daddy?.."

Violey Riley

@Violet