Till Death Do Us Part

~Chapter nine~

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~ I love you ~

!TW! !Strong Language!

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John and Ivy were sat at a table with just the two of them. A few hours had pass by and during that time Tommy had the bullet removed from his shoulder. Dannys body had been seen by everyone to pay their respects and was also carted off, to be buried.

John was bandaging Ivys bullet wound as she was taking drags of a cigarette, her hand quivered each time she moved. Her eyes stared at the wooden table, not moving them one bit. Music played in the pub. It played loudly but everyone could still hear each other.
"Have a drink luv', it'll calm your nerves." John explained, gently still covering her wound.
She ignored him and still proceeded to take drags of her cigarette, her eyes still glued to the table.
John cut the bandage and tied it over so the wound was covered. He sighed then grabbed his glass of whiskey, he quickly washed it down.
"If your not gonna' talk then I'll leave ya' to it," John stood up and placed his glass down.
He looked at her for a moment before walking away. Tears escaped Ivy's eyes as she put out her cigarette. She instantly pulled another one from the packet and lit it with a match. She sat alone in the corner of a booth as she watched everyone dance around celebrating.

John had went and spoke to Polly, he explained to her the way Ivy was acting towards him. Polly knew why she was upset and distant with him, so she went on her way to sit with her.
Polly loved Ivy like she was her own, she could see herself in her with certain aspects. She hated her feeling alone, like no one cared.

Polly ordered two glasses of gin from the bar making her way to Ivy.
"Put the cigarette down," Polly demanded as she placed a glass of Gin in front of Ivy.
Ivy sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked up her chin trembling, mascara still speared around her eyes.
"Drink that and come with me," Polly offered taking a sip of her gin, she sat opposite the girl.
"No- thanks," Ivy said while inhaling deeply.
"Trust me sweetheart, you'll hate yourself tomorrow if you remember you smoked without drinking." Polly placed her hand on Ivys forearm.
Ivy only ever smoked if she had drank, she'd never touched a cigarette other wise.
"He's never going to listen is he?" Ivy said peering into her eyes.
Pollys look softened, she knew what she was going to say.
"He picks and chooses who he wants to string along and if it for wasn't that bloody barmaid. None of this would've happened, I'm not angry at John, I'm only angry at Tommy. John, he will only do what he does to protect his family." Ivy paused for a moment taking a sip of the gin that polly gave her.
"Because thats what Tommy wants," Ivy placed the glass back down, still with the cigarette in her hand.
She breathed out heavily to catch her breath from ranting. She looked back up at Polly, who pulled a slit-like smile before replying.
"Tommy will never understand, so therefor he won't listen. I'll speak to John, he'll know how ya' feel. Is there anything else botherin' ya'?" Polly asked as she stood from the table.
Ivy shook her head to say 'no'.
Polly looked at the girl as she only drowned in her thoughts, she sat next to her pulling her into a side hug.
"I will never let Tommy have you hurt like this again," Poll snapped.
Clearly frustrated with what Thomas has caused. She kissed the back of Ivys head while stroking her hair.

Polly and Ivy sat for a little while after that before Polly spoke to John. He felt guilty once again. He only ever wanted her to be happy and feel she is able to open up to him. But she felt she could never get her point across to him without him coming up with solutions.
She just wants someone to listen, Polly was the only one who did.

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The evening passed by, slowly as the time ticked on the pub became more and more empty. Leaving only Polly, Ivy, John and Arthur, light music played while the two boys drank by the bar.