SPENCER, Violet C.

[violet spencer]

TWENTY THREE  &  PROBLEMATIC   Velvet Concord's lead guitarist, Elliot Spencer was separated from his longtime wife Amber Spencer-Lewis when he was soon spotted with a blonde bombshell wrapped around his arm. Their public display affection was off the charts, causing a frantic uproar in the media because of the current status of his marriage. Not to mention that Elliot was twenty years her senior.  Rumors circulated that Kimberly Jones was a groupie of the band that Velvet Concord toured with, that's how the two were introduced. Others speculated that Kimmy was a stripper hired by the band to lift Elliot's spirits from recent events. Nothing was ever truly confirmed. Just some paparazzi pictures, talk of potential sex tape, and six months later Elliot and Amber were 'working on their relationship' once more. Three months after the end of their hot and heavy relationship, Kimmy brought a daughter by the name of Violet into the world. Proclaiming that Velvet Concord's guitarist was the father. Elliot welcomed the birth of Violet with open arms, encouraging the split of time to keep his daughter in his life. Amber and Elliot had never been able to conceive, per a source close to Amber. Though Amber fought hard for a paternity test, Elliot never batted an eye at Kimberly's proclamation. Violet would spend the summers in London with her father (even going on tour with various nannies) and the rest of the year in Los Angeles with her mother. Fans often wondered if Elliot and Kimmy would ever reconcile even after the divorce from Amber Spencer-Lewis. Both have been in relationships with others since, sorry for all those that ship this relationship. It seems like they are happy with the way things are. There he was standing above me as the world beeped around me.  Blinding lights and a horrific smell also greeted me. Cords were attached to my body, particular my upper chest and the inner portion of my left arm burned from what looked like an IV? My dad never looked sixty-six years old, ever but in that moment I felt as if he aged thirty years before my eyes. Dark circles around his eyes, they even appeared to be sunken in. Maybe even a few extra gray hairs gracing his already salt and pepper look. I didn't even get a chance to blink three times to see if this was real life or a dream before he was at my bedside, gripping my hand and nearly screaming 'thank fucking god.' We've had many talks about my drinking, recreational activities and lifestyle he doesn't approve of. He's a really big hypocrite because I know what he did in the late 80's and early 90's. It's not too hard to google 'young Elliot Spencer.' Dad looked sad, scared and even a little disappointed. He waited until the nurse and doctor left the room, since I was now awake they wanted to assess me. Doctor was impressed with my vitals, said that they would move me out of the ICU ward soon and I'd have to meet with the behavioral health team before discharge could even be on the table. We all shook our heads, with the understanding for what was to come. What they didn't know was I knew my dad very well. He'd start the discussion as soon as we were alone. The berating started the minute they closed the door. I've never seen him that angry. He even brought out that stupid twenty-seven club superstition. That all rockstars are worried about, I guess. Said the path I was heading down would kill me before, or by then. Telling me all of the facts from the night I nearly killed myself with my party habits. I want it to be known I didn't do it on purpose. I just like to have fun..no I crave it. The high of it all, makes me feel more alive than I have in years. Dad said the infamous words that have been threatened to me before, but they were more stern. My mom was coming home from her vacation in Europe, Dad sent his private jet to her. Then we'd discuss that..word. Rehab. Rehab. Rehab. I cried, complained and fought it for an hour. Before my father reassured me nothing was going to change his mind, I could stop putting on a show, his direct words 'it may work for your mother, but not me." He knows me also so well. It's fine. I did the time. Three months to be exact. I said everything that they wanted from me, lying straight through my teeth that I was cured. Three months of good behavior and I was on my way home. Ready to hide my lifestyle from the public and my father, with the help of my close friends. They could keep a secret for me. I had it all planned out. UNTIL. Well. Dad arranged me a sponsor and AA meetings. Want to know the most embarrassing part of it all? Dad asked ZAC MCAVOY to be my sponsor.  VIOLET & STASSI VIOLET i'm back bitch so what's going on tonight? STASSI violence... i love you but respectfully, didn't you just get out of rehab? but i'll tell you the plan in a second. DO NOT ANSWER & VI DO NOT ANSWER Violet Come on.. why aren't you answering me? Vi read message at 10:34PM DO NOT ANSWER Seriously? VI i literally am not supposed to talk to you take it up with my therapist. you're bad for me. goodbye.

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