Ivy in the Street

Chapter 4

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That night, head pounding, I thought about what Jason said. How did I know he was telling the truth? Maybe he was just winding me up along with Rick and Steve? But instinct kept gnawing away at my hope and belief that it was lies. I couldn't tell whether they were lying or not because I couldn't exactly stare at them for 5 minutes. And even if they weren't telling the truth, if they were winding me up, they didn't know how much Chong Yang meant to me, so why would it be such a great windup? And Rick and Jason didn't pause when they agreed, didn't share funny looks, then suddenly say yeah of course with realisation on the faces. Rick had sad, stony eyes and Jason confirmative as they nodded and said, "Sorry Ivy, but you're in the hand of a cold-blooded murderer." And being in the hands of a cold-blooded murderer meant that as soon as Tony got bored of me, I was dead.

  The sound of Chong Yang laughing filled my head. A deep, weird, accented sound, a kind of hohoho which made me laugh. Ever since Chong Yang had made the police go away and told me I owed him one, we grew closer. He wasn't my doctor, he was my friend, keeping me company, making me laugh out loud, with our conversations which mostly didn't have anything to do with health. He filled in my bored times, which kept my mind off thinking of what happened to make me come to that hospital. And thinking of what happened made me frustrated. But Chong Yang would be there and my mind would drift away from the hows and whys. Chong Yang even understood about me hating the police and although he never let me off again, he was always there to call them bastards with me. But even if Chong Yang wasn't my friend, just that boring old Chinese doc, I would still hate to have to lure him into a trap of giving Tony a couple of grand. And then to get murdered... Of course I'd hate to lead someone into something which would end up with them under a few feet of rubble, even if I wasn't friends with them. Or maybe Tony would do something awful with the body and Chong Yang would be missing. Ivy, stop! Stop! You will stop Tony killing Chong Yang. You will. So straight away, I was scheming away, thinking of keeping Chong Yang alive and well. Although I was pretty certain about what Jason said was true, I'd make sure, and then not give Tony a single clue about it. And not forgetting to not clue the police about it. Or was that selfish? Not going to the police to save your friend because they were after you? But would the police believe me? So I decided, knowing that this wouldn't ever happen, to go to the police as my last resort.

  I had to run away from here. I'd save Chong Yang, no police involved, and then make a run for it. But this is where I had to be clever and clever and me was like chalk and cheese (major clea shae) We just don't work together. Because there was always a lookout - Jason, Rick, Larry mainly, Steve or Tobes. Apparently a lot of people like rival gangs tried to rob this place for valuable, but illegal, merchandise. And I didn't know what this was. So this meant I had to get past armed lookout - even Rick was gonna be tough...

  "Alright Rick?" I plopped myself next to Rick on the wall for lookout since the idea of sleep had been abandoned ages ago, as concern for Chong Yang kept pressing on my mind.

  "Hell Ivy! You shouldn't creep up on people like dat!"

  "I didn't plan for you to almost die of fright. I just needed to get your attention!" I grinned at him and gave him a playful nudge.

  "Wipe that look off your face wumman!" Rick grumbled, with no sense of humour in his voice. His face was scrunched up in misery.

  "And what sunk your ship huh?" I asked.

  "What?"

  "What put you in such a bad mood?" Duh!

  "Tony."