Beyond The Fury

Chapter Three

(Song- Call Out My Name by The Weeknd)
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Ivory's POV

'Wake up..'

I jolt awake to the harsh sunlight that shines through the window. Illuminating my face in a oozing orange. I hiss slightly, my eyes become disgustingly dry from the intense light.

I rummage through my pocket to find my phone, click the home button to allow the time to appear.

7:32 a.m.

I groan out, my eyebrows scrunch as I force myself up from the couch. Every bone in my body aches and cracks like a glow stick as I manage to pad towards the bathroom, my intentions are to take a very hot shower and hope that it will help..

I strip off all my clothes and step into the tub, my toes curl as they flinch against the chilled floor. I turn the dial, it is old and metallic. The pipes moan to life, rivulets of water patter down onto my scalp and down my back and sides. The hot water soaks into my tense skin and I let out a sigh, my body finally beginning to relax. I lean against the cool tiled wall of the shower, my weak legs threatening to buckle beneath me if I didn't.

I stand there for a moment, just enjoying the peace that the steamy vapour brings me before I soon begin to carry out my morning shower routine.

I rinse off the remaining vanilla scented soap suds that are still clinging to my body and then step from the shower onto the soft floor mat placed in front of the tub. I quickly brush my teeth and curse at myself as the toothpaste dribbles from my chin and onto the floor.

I have to check into work earlier than expected today, to prepare for the many bookings we have for later on tonight. As much as everyone loves the bar they love the food, too. Our chef is named Buddy. I know that isn't his actual name but that is what he likes to be called so we don't question it.

The good thing about Buddy is that he is bubbly and light. He knows how to joke around and he doesn't take Bruce seriously which is really fun to watch. Plus, he makes delicious food. Sometimes if I finish late he leaves me a container full of steamed veggies and some meat that I can take home with me. I've not had someone care that much about me in a while..

I grab my keys out of there designated crystal glass bowl and head out the door. It's a struggle to shove the key into the lock but after a few jiggles here and there I manage. My hair is still dripping droplets of now cold water as I burst out into the chilly air. Luckily the snow has melted away so the footpaths are clear and easy to walk on.

Upon arriving to work I freeze in the doorway. Staring at the bar as Bruce and Hardin bicker away amongst themselves about something that is obviously important. I tilt my head, creeping closer as I curiously try to gain some sort of insight on what is it that they are talking about.

However they notice me fairly quickly and both of them lower their voices before terminating the conversation completely. Hardin's face is healing nicely but his knuckles are even more scraped and bruised than they were before..

I feel a pair of eyes follow me as I shyly walk my way to my station, place my bag down alongside my coat.

"You never did tell me your name." Hardin's deep voice booms from behind me and I whip around, startled. He has a playful smirk on his face. His features just as I remember..

"Jesus.." I feel my head whizz and I hold my palm to my chest. My heart is racing so fast.. why does he always have to creep around so silently? He is like a shadow! You never hear him coming..

"You warned me not to tell you.." I give a soft praising smile, proud of myself for finally managing to speak a whole sentence to him without stuttering.