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Chapter 34
Ivy’s pov:
“Shit!” I cursed in frustration. They had someone trailing me.
I looked through at a window and used the reflection to see who was following. Across the street was a guard ,named Derrick, and……shit. It was Rylen.
Oh Rylen. He was the first and only person to be nice to me when I first got kidnapped.
Ooooooooh flash back. ~~~
I was huddled up in a corner, the furthest from the door. It’s been weeks or months, I don’t know exactly. They had taken my will to fight back weeks ago. I just want to go home.
The door slowly creaked open. My head shot up as I tried to get further away. My back was already against the wall. I was afraid. Every time someone came in here, something bad always happened.
I was ready for the worse. Instead of a tall terrifying man, there was a young boy peering through, looking at me.
He walked in closer and shut the door. Fear filled my whole body. ‘What if he was like the others.’ I started to cry. The boy got closer to me, but not too close. He sat a few feet from me.
He just sat there and looked at me.
The boy got up, and walked up to me. He lifted his hand, afraid he was going to hit me, I flinch and let out a whimper.
When a soft warm hand gently touched my face, instead of a hard cold forceful one, I relaxed a little.
He lifted my head.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”
I stare into his soft brown eyes. They were pleading with me to believe him.
“I’m scared.” I whispered, a tear trailing down my face. He brushed it away.
“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” His smile lighting up the dark room.
“I’m Rylen”
I smiled.
“Ivy.”
He took care of me. When one of Dan’s goons tried to hit me, he would take the hit for me. I’ve told him countless time to stop, but he said if he couldn’t stop them hitting me, he would take the hit. He would always be with me in my room till Dan found out. I was hurt badly for that and Rylen was forbidden to see me. He still did but was more careful about it. When he got old enough to defend for myself, he would always hang out with me not knowing I was getting hurt for it.
End of flash back~~~~~~~~~~
I had to lose them if this was going to work. I walked to the end of the street and darted in to the alley. I heard their footsteps running after me.
I was suddenly tackled from behind. I landed painfully on my arm. A heavy body on top of mine. I was turned over and slapped in my face.
“And where the hell do you think you’re going.” Derrick smirked.
I was ready for this. I kicked him in the leg, making him collapses on me. I quickly pushed him off and reached into my pocket. I pulled out a can a mace when Derrick punched me in my eye. I blindly sprayed it.
“Fuck!” he cursed. “You bitch.”
I opened my eyes in time to see him reach for my hair and slam me down on the ground.
“Ahhhh!” I screamed as my head made contact with the ground. My head throbbed.
“Bitch!” he swore.
I opened my eyes and everything was spinning. I have to get up. I have to get to her. I have to warn her.
I slowly picked myself up. I grabbed the knife I hid in my boots and firmly griped it. I never knew how to kill someone, but I hope this bastard dies in hell.
I trusted the knife into his back, close to his heart. It was a silver knife.
He slowly turned around, a look of disbelief and pain on his face. He put his hand to the wound and looked at his hand. It was covered in blood. He looked back at me.
He slowly walked toward me stumbling. Every step he took forward, I took back. I bumped into something hard, the wall. When he reached me, he gripped my shirt. He coughed. Blood splattered on my face. He slowly slid down, dragging blood along my clothes.
I swallowed the vial that was forcing its way up my throat. I glanced at the entry of the alley, and there he was, Rylen. He looked like he couldn’t believe what he just saw. I turned around and ran. I faintly heard him calling my name. I didn’t stop. I didn’t look back. I ran down the street, people giving me concerned stares. I would too if I saw a young girl running down the street with a black eye, busted lip, blood over her and a dangling limp arm.
I spotted the school. My head felt like it was going to burst open. Just a few more meters. I’m almost to her.
Black dots danced across my sight. Don’t give up.
I made it to what looked like a field, and guys playing on it. I saw a boy. He was with invy when I was here last time. I ran toward them.
One of the boys noticed me and pointed my way. The boy looked my way and dropped the ball that was in his hands.
Worry, anger, disbelief, pain. All those emotions crossed his face in the little time it took for the ball to hit the ground.
He started rushing to me.
I tripped.
I landed on my side. I let out a cry of pain and felt the darkness get me.
I felt warm hands grab me. Sparks started going through my body. I opened my eyes to be met with a pair of brown eyes staring back at me.
“Invy!” he shouted. “Don’t go to sleep!”
I started slipping. I felt his hands gently shake me.
“Come on!” He pleaded. I wanted so much to listen. To take the sadness in his voice away. “Shit!”
“Go get David!” he shouted. I closed my eyes. “Fuck! GO GET HIM!”
I was submerged in to darkness.
I’ve always been afraid of the dark.
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Invy’s pov:
“Are you alright?” Sidney asked.
“Yea, Why?” I asked. This was like the 20th time someone asked my in the last 15 minutes.
“Well you were bleeding.” She said in a warily/duh tone.
“What are you talking about?” I asked completely confused. I looked a Deshawn and he just shrugged.
“You were running toward the boys playing football, looking a mess and when they noticed you, you collapsed.”
“How is that possible?” I asked. “I’m right here and I’m fine…” I trialed off, thinking.
Ivy!
“Where did they take her?” I grabbed her shoulders. “You have to tell me!”
“T-The Hos-p-pital “she stuttered.
“Which one!”
“Saint Elizabeth!” she squeaked.
“Where!”
“On 44th street!”
I turned on my heels and ran toward the exit. It couldn’t be. It has to be her.
I ran outside, Deshawn besides me.
I looked around for my car. Damn. Adian drove me here.
“Desha--” I was cut off when he dangled his car keys in front of me.
“Let’s go.” I said, grabbing his keys and rushing to his small 2012 MINI Cooper convertible.
I raced out the school grounds, going over every speed limit, and passing through every stop sign. I hope no 5-o(<<a.k.a -police) see me.
I pulled up to the hospital, not bothering to take the keys out of the ignition, and ran into the lobby.
“What is the room number to Ivy Jackson?”
“Relation?”
“Sister.”
“Hold on.” The lady was taking her sweet time. I impatiently tapped my foot on the floor. Finally the lady looked up.
“Sorry, but there is no person under the name Ivy Jackson in this hospital.”
Duh! Everybody thinks she’s me.
“Try Invy Jackson.” once again the lady took her time. I was about to jump over the counter to strangle her pretty little neck.
Wow violent much
The lady looked up again and sighed. She was about to say something when I felt hands go over my shoulder. I looked up and saw Deshawn. The lady noticed him too. She sat up straighter, fixed her hair and pushed the plastic boobs up.
“Well hello.” She said, fluttering her eyes so fast, I felt a breeze.
“Hi.” he said back.
Really?
“I’m Ashley” she gave him a flirtatious smile.
For the love of….
“WHAT IS THE FUCKEN ROOM NUMBER!” I shouted/growled.
“340!” she said quickly, terrified.
I jogged off toward the elevator with a grinning Deshawn behind me.
We got on and I pushed the 3rd floor. I tapped my foot on the floor and my fingers on my arm. it was a habit I was yet to break when I’m in a hurry.
When the doors opened, I practically ran out, searching for 340. When I found it I slowly opened the door.
David sat on an arm chair by the window. Daemon and Cameron close by standing along the walls. Nick and Adian sat on the chairs on the side of the bed, and there lying unconscious was my sister.
Ivy.
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