let the
water beat all around me and I cry for
what feels like an hour. The water is ice
cold by the time I hear Aiden open the
door.
“Ivy, I want to help you. I just
don’t know what to do.” He continues in
with a towel. He keeps his head bowed
and never looks into the shower. God,
why can't this be Taron. Why can't
Taron be here helping me? I should
have known he would be gone before
morning without a single word.
Last night started so perfect. I try
to think about the good side of Taron and
remember how he felt when he wrapped
me in his arms. I would do anything
right now for his touch.
I barely have the energy to rise
from my crouching position. Aiden
hands the towel to me and helps me out
once I’m wrapped up. I’m very unsteady
and I have to rely on him completely to
get me to the bed. He leaves me on the
edge with the t-shirt and shorts. He
leaves the room and closes the door to
give me privacy. I feel so numb.
I stand to pull on my shorts and
catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
My
flesh is red and blotchy, but
somehow my face looks pale. I rotate
each wrist and begin to realize how
much pain he caused me.
“Ivy. Are you done?” Aiden
opens the door and I look at his face
through the reflection in the mirror. He
looks at me with hurt, anger, disgust, but
the worst is pity.
“Don't look at me. Leave me
alone.” I bow my head and try to cover
myself.
“I'm not leaving you. Now get
your clothes on.” He turns his back to
me.
I pull on his t-shirt and shorts.
Everything is extremely baggy and I feel
slouchy. Can I possibly have any more
emotions?
“Ok. I'm done.” I stand there until
he reaches me and guides me to the bed.
H e pulls back his comforter and sheet
and then urges me to climb in. He tucks
the covers over me and lies down on the
floor right beside me.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm trying to be here for you and
not cross any lines.” He sits up on the
floor and faces me. My face is on the
pillow at the same level of his.
“Thank you.” Tears begin to slip
out again. I don’t have the energy to sob
anymore, but it doesn’t take much to let
the tear drops fall.
“I wish you would let me call
Eaven.”
“No. I don’t want to talk about it.
Just let me be.”
“I will be here for you the entire
night. Just let me know if you need me.
Pretend that I am not here.”
I roll over to face the opposite
direction and the tears flow even
harder. I start to have flash backs of
Dylan forcing himself on me. This
causes me to breathe heavy and I begin
to hyperventilate. I feel like everything
is closing in on me. I quickly sit up in
the bed and try to catch my breath.
Aiden moves in behind me and slowly
grabs my shoulders in a hug. I cringe
when he surrounds me. I struggle for
him to release me when he says, “Shhh
Ivy. I won't let him near you, I
promise.”
I close my eyes and focus on
breathing.
“You are safe. I will make sure of
it.” I want to feel safe in his arms. I
know deep down that I am, but my heart
is craving another set of arms to shield
me. He guides me to lie back in the bed
and I finally succumb to the exhaustion
of this night.
I wake up alone in the bed and I
still feel an overwhelming numbness. I
don’t think I have any tears left to cry
after last night. I move to get out of bed
and find Aiden on the floor by my side.
This guy is so great. How come I can’t
force myself to fall for someone like
him?
You can’t help who you fall for.
All you can do is try to recover from the
crash of the fall if they aren’t there to
catch you. I need to talk to Eaven this
morning. I don’t want her going to our
apartment and worrying about me. I
reach for my phone and see a missed call
from her. I quickly send her a text.
Ivy: I’m at Aiden’s. Don’t go to the
apartment. Where are you?
Eaven: At Talon’s. What’s wrong?
Ivy: I’ll be there to talk to you