Mayhem - G.Weasley

2. Train of Thought

Ivy couldn't believe they had found her. When a pair attacks, more are usually right behind to follow.

She left the three men where they lay despite the mess and locked up the café behind her. Ivy didn't have time to clean up after everyone, but she spared a second to lock the door to protect her place of work.

Well, former place of work.

She looked, once, then twice over her shoulder and slid the keys into their mailbox on the side of the building along with a prepared note she had written in case of this situation.

"Good luck Earl." Ivy whispered and closed the metal lid. She gazed up at the sky and wanted to admire the stars, but found no wonder left in her heart.

Only fear.

They had found her. After all this time, after a glimpse of freedom, they had come to take it away.

She bottled up her tears and she walked quickly, nearly jogging to her apartment. Ivy knew she had limited time before they would sniff out her home.

It was well past 2:00 am when she tore through her apartment. Ripping off her dress and replacing it with a hoodie and jeans. She spared a moment to wash the dried blood off of her hand before she went back to the task at hand. She loosened a floorboard under her bed and pulled out her emergency bag and the wads of cash she stored.

Ivy grabbed an envelope and wrote her landlords name. She enclosed the money she owed for this month and a note that she would not be returning.

Ivy allowed herself one last look at the place she had called home. It wasn't much, about as big as the café she worked in. Only enough room for a bed, small kitchenette, closet-sized bathroom, and a dining table.

She closed the door behind her with a sigh.

Ivy was beginning to think that there might not be a single place on Earth where she'd be safe.

And that thought alone made her heart sink into the very pits of her stomach.

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She laid on an empty bench in Kings Cross Station. It was desolate as no trains were running at this hour.

Ivy had memorized the layout of the train station when she moved to London seeing as it was one of her many escape plans. Transportation areas had always proven to be a valuable escape system. Too many witnesses, too easy to lose someone in a crowd.

She kept her bag close to her, strapped on her back. Her wand was up her sleeve, easily within reach if she needed a quick get away. Ivy's hood was pulled tightly over her head to conceal her hair and face.

She just couldn't stop thinking back to those men.

Why her?

What was so special about Ivy that made this man send out thugs to retrieve her?

Thoughts bombarded her head as she gazed at the ceiling of the train station.

Why me? Why me? Why me? She kept demanding the same questions she had been asking her whole life.

Ivy crossed her arms over her chest and huffed as she watched the sun gently leak into the station. She would miss her life here, no matter how bleak it might have looked from the outside.

As soon as people started filing in, she sat up and did her best to look inconspicuous. She twisted her hair so only the black was showing and put on a pair of sunglasses to hide her distracting eyes.

She found it unusual to see the station so busy. Countless of families with trunks pulled behind the kids. The ages ranging from eleven to her own.