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            "HOW have you been? Haven't seen you at school since . . ." Saxa said taking a sip of her coffee.

Viola's eyes scanned her surroundings, the Jutul house was not what she had expected in all honesty. It was modern mixed with old. Modern furniture, but old decor, it was -- odd.

Viola didn't know by coffee, Saxa meant at her house. She thought maybe a coffee shop downtown. She knew Magne wouldn't be happy she had entered their house and nonetheless was drinking their coffee.

Maybe she was overthinking things. Maybe.

"I'm fine, thank you." Viola nodded to the blondes before taking a sip of her coffee hoping they'd drop the subject on her deceased friend.

It's only been four hours of her being around her classmates and they reacted the way she knew they would. Asking her how she was, if she needed anything to ask, that being sad doesn't last forever. The more she ignored what happened the less she grieved. And people who'd bring it up every time they saw her or even looked at her, wasn't helping her.

It just reminded her of what happened with her father. People were looking at her like a dove with a broken wing, and she hated it.

She regretted taking up Saxa's invitation to her home. She'd eventually come into contact with Fjor, and not to mention their parents. And since what occurred two days ago, Ran and Vidar Jutul were two people she wanted to question about Isolde's death. Why they didn't ask to look into it further much like she and Magne had been doing.

It was odd that two siblings who hadn't known the girl for too long was doing more than anyone else in their town including her own father. It was mad.

"Well, if you need anything I'm here for you." Saxa said reaching over and placing her hand over Viola's that clung to the class mug in her hands. "Us girls have to stick together." She smiled.

Viola nodded slowly.

Saxa turned her attention now to Gry, she glanced to Viola as she spoke. "So, why aren't you into my brother? Is it because you're into Magne?"

Gry paused at the sudden question, placing her mug down and glanced towards Viola who averted her eyes down, her mug being the most interesting thing in that moment.

"Everyone is, kind of." Gry shrugged referring to the brunette. "And pretty sure he's into someone else, so . . ." Saxa smiled as Viola cleared her throat.

"Um, can I actually have some of that cake?" She asked looking to where a chocolate cake sat on top of its stand in all its glory. Saxa hummed and nodded as the raven haired girl walked over to the stand and began cutting a piece for herself, as the other girls had already taken their slice.

"And, um . . . Yeah, I'm not really sure I want him to be my first." Gry admitted.

Saxa leaned in intrigued with the topic more so than before. Viola's elbow hit the stand and nearly dropping the knife upon the blonde's words.

"Fuck, sorry." Viola rambled picking up the pieces of chocolate cake that fell on the counter. Saxa watched in amusement as Gry shifted in her seat.

"Your first?" Saxa asked, "But, you have slept with someone? Didn't you say . . ."

Viola's movements slowed down.

"Yeah, but, uh, I mean, my first from school." Gry lied.

Viola finished cleaning up her mess and stood over the sink rinsing off her hands slowly listening to the two.

"And Magne?" Saxa questioned, Viola paused.

Gry smiled and shook her head, "He's just my friend."

Saxa rolled her eyes, "I've seen the way you two look at each other. It isn't just partners for a history project, it's rather simple really. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy. Sex!"

Gry's eyes widened as Viola nearly gagged at her profound words and excitement. "Uh, no, no. We're friends. I don't know where it'll go, but he's different." She shrugged.

"What about you Viola?" Saxa turned to the raven haired girl who faced the two now.

"Huh?" She feigned confusion.

"What do you think about Fjor?"

"Um, he's fine."

Saxa rolled her eyes, "Of course he is. But, I mean what do you think of him, like would you let him be your first?"

Viola shifted on her foot, "He's like every cliché high school boy. And, I-I don't think so."

"Why not?" Saxa pressed.

Viola let out a shaky sigh, "I- because I already had my first." Saxa smirked at this as Gry's eyes widened. "Yeah, um, his name was . . ." Viola trailed off glancing to her purse and said, "Heimdalr." She nodded, "Heimdalr . . . Egil." Saxa rose a brow at her, "He's from another town, an older boy."

"Wow." Gry said.

"Wow indeed." Saxa nodded not believing the girl in front of her, "Fjor you can come in or do you plan on ease dropping all night?" Saxa called out her eyes locked on Viola's who froze looking over to the boy in the brown leather coat.

Fjor looked at Viola as he spoke to his sister, "Father doesn't want any guests. Take your sleepover to your room." He instructed Saxa who glared at him but refrained from arguing seeing the look in his eyes.

"Fine. It was getting stuffy down here anyways, come on girls." The blonde announced grabbing their mugs and placing it in the sink, "You can have that for breakfast." She said to Viola nodding to the cake in the plate.

Viola nodded and looked to Fjor who watched the two blondes walk up the stairs, Viola trailing behind.

"Fjor . . ."

"See you tomorrow, Viola."

           VIOLA awoke with a gasp. Her panicked eyes looked around her in the darkness of Saxa Jutul's bedroom. Reaching over she grabbed her phone squinting at the fluorescent light, she winced reading the time. Two--o'clock in the morning.

She looked to her side seeing Saxa fast asleep. She sat up not seeing Gry. Her brows furrowed.

She probably had gone to the restroom.

A bang was heard below her. Viola's heart skipped a beat. She looked over seeing Saxa still in her slumber, she silently threw her legs over the edge of her bed and let her bare feet touch the cold wooden floor beneath her.

She walked over to the large door and opened it peeking her head out seeing a head of blonde hair turning the corner to where the staircase was.

Gry must have heard what she had heard, Viola thought.

The raven haired girl walked down the dark corridor and looked at Gry who stood behind the corner looking down to the main floor with wide eyes.

The sounds became more apparent as Viola approached Gry, it sounded like -- like someone was being attacked. The blonde let out a gasp as Viola placed a hand on her forearm, she shushed the blonde before bringing her hands up to her mouth seeing the sight before them two.

Gry's panicked eyes met Viola's pained ones. The raven haired girl began to walk forwards only for Gry to hold out her arm and shake her head.

"No." She whispered in fear. "We shouldn't."

"He's hurt--" Viola argued quietly, not understanding why she'd refuse to help the boy.

Gry shook her head as the two looked back seeing Vidar holding up a beaten and bloodied Fjor like he weighed nothing. She swallowed harshly and allowed Gry to pull her away back to Saxa's bedroom.

Fjor weakly glanced up to the awning seeing retreating shadows. He winced as his father threw him across the room.

In the dark and eerie bedroom the two laid down hesitantly next to Saxa Jutul. The two refused to utter a word or a sound.

"Where did you two go?" Saxa's asked, her voice sending chills down the girls backs.

"Bathroom." The two answered simultaneously.

          VIOLA sat on one of their dinning chairs, as Magne looked at Isolde's YouTube channel. She had arrived early that morning seeing as how the funeral was today and after what she had witnessed in the night -- her mind was on overdrive. The entire night had been a mess; with what she had seen at the dance with Ran Jutul, or what she thought -- she didn't understand. Then with Fjor and his father . . . She was glad to be out of that house.

Magne shockingly refrained from questioning her about what happened at the Jutul's seeing as how she had been quiet all morning. He concluded it to be due to the funeral, he didn't want to do it now. Though she would have to contact the officer she spoke with the day prior. Hopefully, he could give them the answers they've been seeking.

"I hate Spanx." Turid grumbled adjusting her pantyhose as she entered the kitchen, "Ah, Viola you look beautiful." Her mother complimented with a soft smile as she looked at the black fitted dress that stopped just above her knees and the white trench coat she wore to keep warm. "Magne you look handsome -- where is Laurits?" She said not seeing her other son with the two. "We're so late."

On cue, Laurits entered through the front door, still dressed in last nights outfit. The three looked at the raven haired boy with raised brows.

Laurits smirked and raised his arms posing and snapping his fingers, "Whewh." Magne's lips twitched slightly in amusement as Laurits began moonwalking towards the stairs.

"Laurits, can I have a word with you?" Turid followed after him.

        THE bell chimed in the church. Many had turned out for Isolde's funeral, whether they knew her personally or not, half the town had come to pay their respects. Viola walked alongside her brothers, her sad eyes fell on the church.

The site alone brought back unwanted memories she had tried so desperately to bury deep within. It felt like a movie and she was the leading roll. Memories of her father hit the surface as she entered the threshold of the large double doors of the church.

She felt sick.

She looked pale as she starred ahead of her. Down the aisle laid the casket of her friend. A hand placed itself on the middle of her back, she looked to the side seeing Gry who offered her a sad look.

Viola turned her head and was met with a pair of hazel eyes. She swallowed a lump in her throat flashes of the night before appeared before her eyes. She looked away walking forwards further into the church. A photo of a smiling Isolde on a plaque would forever haunt Viola Hela Seier from that day on as she stared at the photo. It would until she was to expose what truly happened to her, and what the town was really hiding; Viola thought to herself.

The ceremony soon began.

Viola starred at the casket with sad and dull eyes. She fiddled with her fingers as she listened to the pastor speak highly of the fallen teenager.

Soon after Erik stood up. Viola looked at the poor man, his face was red and splotchy undoubtedly from crying of course. Her heart ached for the man, she couldn't imagine losing a child, she knew what loss was. What it felt like to go through the day and pretending you're okay just so you won't break down in front of anyone.

You want to show you're okay and you'll get through it just fine but in reality - you're breaking day by day.

"The worst day of loving someone . . ." Erik began his voice shook, "Is the day that you lose them."

Viola looked down as her eyes breamed with tears. Laurits place his arm over his sister's shoulders.

"Isolde was one of a kind . . ." He began.

Soon after the ceremony concluded.

Viola stood off to the side of the church and lit up a candle for Isolde. Her doe eyes fell onto another unlit candle, she reached over and lit it for her father.

"Hey." The voice of Fjor said from next to her.

"Hi." Viola said blowing out the match and tossing it into the small bowl next to her.

"I was going to ask how you are but that would be a stupid question." He said shoving his hands into his pockets.

"So, don't ask me it."

"What do you want me to ask you then?" He questioned tilting his head to look at her reddened face.

"I don't want to talk." She whispered.

Nodding he removed his hands from his pockets and wrapped them around her petite frame. As if it were a trigger Viola began to whimper into his coat, he ran his hand up and down her back gently. "I could have stopped it." She sobbed, "I could have saved her."

Fjor shook his head, "You couldn't have done anything, this isn't your fault." He said allowing his cheek to rest on the crown of her head.

"It is." She nodded bringing her arms up and wrapping themselves around him, completely forgetting they had argued the night prior. She needed this, she needed him. "I saw it." She hiccuped. "I'm so sorry."

Fjor's brows furrowed at her words but decided on not to push her and just held her instead.

"None of it was your fault." He said pulling away and grasping her face in his hands, "No one could have stopped it." He assured her.

Viola inhaled and nodded, she parted her lips but shut them soon after. She wanted to tell him she saw what happened between him and his father, though he had no scars or bruises on his face.

Viola brought her hand up and trailed her fingers gently beneath his eye, "How are there no . . ." She mumbled to herself with a sniffle.

"What?"

"Viola." The raven haired girl and brunette turned to their side seeing Magne there, "We have to go."

Viola pulled away from the boy and nodded to her brother, "Okay." She looked up at Fjor and said, "I'll see you on Monday." She murmured. "Thank you."

Fjor nodded watching as she walked over to her brother who starred at Fjor challengingly before placing his hand on his sister's back leading her away. Saxa approached her brother with her arms crossed over chest.

Viola and Magne came to a halt curtesy of Viola Seier, "That's him. The cop." Viola said nudging her brother to where the tall man stood off leaning against a sleek black Impala. "He's the one I spoke to."

Magne eyed the man in the suit, "Don't think now's a good time."

Viola frowned as the man's eyes met Viola's, he shook his head as a blonde approached him. Ran Jutul.

Viola nodded before her and her brother walked in the other direction.

"Now what?"

"We talk to him." Magne said, "Tomorrow."

        VIOLA leant against Laurits unhooking the strap from her heels and walking up the stone pathway into their house. "Why didn't you wear proper shoes?" Laurits asked as Viola sent him a glare.

Magne opened the door as the three looked at it in confusion. "Did . . . Did we forget to lock the door?" Turid asked her children.

"No." Viola said as they entered the home.

The four came to a halt seeing their home ransacked. Photos littered the ground, glass shards near them. Clothes were sprawled across the room, cupboards opened, chairs flipped over and tables. The entire house was flipped upside down.

Viola stepped forwards as glass cracked beneath her heel, she knelt down picking up the cracked photo. Her eyes breamed with tears at the photo her siblings with their father. Her thumb hovered over the man's face.

"I'm calling the police." Turid announced grabbing her phone dialling.

Magne looked around noting everything had been thrown around. Even paintings and family portraits on the walls had been touched.

Who had broken in, and for what? What could they possibly want with their family?

Viola's eyes narrowed, her jaw tightened as her angered eyes met with Magne's own.

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i have work tonight so i'll try an update tomorrow or something, really love how this is going and i'm excited that ya'll are enjoying it as much as i am writing it ♡

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