soon.
Eaven: WTH is going on?
Ivy: I’ll talk to you when I get there.
I roll over to the opposite side so I
can step out of bed without disturbing
Aiden. I pass the mirror on my way to
the bathroom and stop to see the empty
girl staring back at me. Her face looks
sad and swollen. Her cheek is turning
ugly colors and her hair is terrible.
I reach to brush my fingers over
her cheek, stopping when my fingers
smear prints on the mirror. I startle as I
hear Aiden stir. I turn to see him
watching me.
I make my way to the bathroom
and try to pretend to care what I look
like today. I decide another shower is
needed. The memory of last night’s
shower comes to mind and I force myself
to breathe through the initial heart rate
increase. I find a trial size bottle of
shampoo in a drawer that doesn’t smell
like man and attempt to scrub myself
clean. I really need conditioner for my
hair, but I will make do with what I
have. I let the water run over my
shoulders and relax my sore muscles.
I turn off the water and stop myself
before I open the door. I decide in that
moment that I have to be stronger than
this. I will not be a victim. I decide that
when I slide this door open, I will be
moving on. I won’t live in the past. I
have done this before with my mother. I
just close the awful door and walk
through a new one. It’s simple. Or so I
tell myself. Taking a deep breath, I slide
the shower door open. I notice the cool
air brush across my skin and welcome
the refreshing feeling of it.
I find a clip of Macy’s and opt for
the slouchy look over trying to fight these
knots. I put Aiden’s clothes back on and
toss mine from last night in the trash. I
know I wasn’t wearing them at the time,
but I don’t want anything to remind me of
last night.
Aiden is waiting by the door for
the bathroom when I walk out.
“Good morning! Thanks for letting
me stay last night. I really appreciate
everything. I’m going to meet up with
Eaven.” I smile at him and start for the
bedroom door.
“Don’t you need a ride?”
“I guess I do.” I can’t even think
straight. I am trying to act tough and
over it and my mind is a mess.
“Let me shower and I will take
you.” He leaves me in the room alone. I
force my mind to think about something
pleasant. I immediately think of Taron,
so I grab my phone to send him a text.
Ivy: How is the bus ride? Miss you already.
Taron: Really??
Ivy: Yes
Taron: You’re a piece of work
Ivy: What?
Taron: Really?
Ivy: Yes, did I stutter?
Taron: No you were very clear.
Ivy: Is this you talking to me every day?
Taron: Beginning quote “““““““I DON’T
SHARE”““““““ Fucking end quote
Ivy: Ok?
Taron: I’m done. Text cowboy.
~Five~
Taron
I must have fallen asleep sometime
shortly after we left. I wake to the sound
of nothing. The bus isn't moving. I don’t
hear voices. Nothing.
I roll over and grab my phone. I
manage to take a piss in the smallest
bathroom ever made, and grab some pain
reliever for my splitting headache. I
stumble out the door to see a big ass
Texan eating a hamburger on a
billboard. Shit. What I need is a big
fucking cowboy to piss me off.
I slam the door and go inside. I
find them all at a table and they stare at
me wide eyed as I pull up a chair.
“What?” I ask them. I shrug my
shoulders and steal a potato from Lilly's
plate when none of them answer. I don’t
care what they think.
“So, what has your ass on cloud
nine?” Talon is the only one brave
enough to ask.
“I don’t know what you mean. I'm
good. It's all fucking good.”
“Sure it is.”
“Can you just drop it? It will all
be great when we go on tomorrow night.
I'm ready to be in the spotlight again. I
need some action.”
I order a steak and eat everything
in sight. I always eat and drink a ton the
day after I get drunk. Some people can't
function the next day. I am just a
bottomless pit.
I