Poison Ivy

Chapter 3

IVY

My phone was ruined.

After almost half an hour of deep breathing and trying to be my normal I was able to come out of the agony that had constricted my air passage only to look down to see that I had puked on my phone. It was ruined. I couldn't even touch it without trying to puke again.

I didn't want to ask for a new one. Not after hearing the news that was dropped down on me. Even though I was hurting every inch of my skin the news didn't shock me to my core as deeply as I had thought it would.

He would have never married me. Never to begin with. How could he marry the same person that had the same blood running in her veins who had killed his family?

All the pain and suffering would have never come to an end for me or us. All I could ever get was his touch and love but a promise of marriage was never made. He couldn't do this. The lion could never accept the rat I have been in front of the society that was waiting for my flesh.

I could be eaten alive and no one would care if it wasn't for him.

Standing up from the couch even though I swayed a bit I get to clean the mess I had just created. The pain I could bear-like always. It had been like a second skin to me, a best friend that would never leave me. Always present to welcome me in its arms.

"Why me?" I asked myself in the empty house with no voice to return. Even the ghosts were welcomed to answer my question but no reply came.

Moping the disgusting puke and throwing away the ruined phone I sprayed the whole room with air freshener until the smell of citrus suffocated me too.

With nothing to do I roamed the home aimlessly again. Opening the back door, I moved to just sit on the porch. Hoping maybe I could hear the birds but it was silent. The breeze touched my skin and I just sat there looking at the green emptiness in front of me.

Not a single soul nearby, no car honking. Nothing but silence.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I stared off into nothingness. Only emptiness.

"Aster sent me," Julian's voice was deep but lacked emotion. Emptiness all around me.

"Why?" Did he know that she had called me? Was he concerned? Did it worry him? Did losing him worried him?

"It's time for your shot," he told me as he moved back into the house. A sad laugh left my lips and I felt his words had stabbed me right in the middle of my abdomen.

The shot. A preventive measure to make sure a seed never grew.

The many flowers I had grown in this backyard all were seeds that I had nurtured. However, the seed inside of me would never be nurtured, it would never turn into anything. He made sure of that. Making me realize that I was good for nothing more than his insatiable lust and needs.

Just like marriage, children were never promised.

"Don't make me call him," Julian's voice made me shut my eyes close. If he called him then he would come down with two men of his and have them hold me down as Julian gave me the shot. The sad part was he would look into my eyes and tell me that it was for the best with a caring hand over my forehead.

Did he know that every time I shed the lining I cried silently? On those nights he wouldn't come home because I didn't have anything to give him. His absence and the pain of an empty womb were drowning in me.

The eerie silence sometimes tried to kill me. It asked me to kill myself.

Raising from the porch I moved back into the house.