Poisoned Ivy re-write (Title in progress)

Chapter 2: The Attack

Trigger warning: Brief mentions of past sexual assault, brief mention of past self harm

Ivy pov:

When I asked the women in camp if they needed help with laundry I was hoping they wouldn't say yes. I was very, very wrong. With one more person to help they wanted to collect everyones and do it all today instead of splitting it up over the week like normal. I definitely will not be offering my help to them again. Especially when it means Ed, Carol's abusive husband watches our every move.

"I sure miss my maytag," Carol says, I assume that's a kind of washer.

"I miss my coffee maker, with that dual drip and double filter with a built-in grinder. Oo honey!" Jaqui replied. Great, the whole "I miss" conversation is starting again.

Amy, Andrea's sister, speaks up saying, "I miss my friends, and my computer, and texting," I have to force myself not to roll my eyes at my friend.

"I miss my vibrator," Andrea says for her turn, leading all of us to burst into laughter. I see Carol look behind her and when the laughter dies down she looks back at Ed one more time before saying, "Me too," this leads all of us to start cracking up again. This time laughing much harder than before.

"What's so funny over here?" An ugly raspy voice asked.

"Just swapping war stories, Ed," Andrea answers him.

"Well knock it off and get back to work this ain't no damn comedy club," Ed finishes.

"Why don't you do something huh? Instead of sitting on your ass smoking cigarettes all day," I say to him, tired of his attitude.

"What the hell did you just say to me little girl?" He asked me, leaning down to be at my level as I was sitting on a stool.

"You fucking heard me, why don't you do something? You're always complaining about your laundry? Here why don't you do it for a change," I punctuate my statement by standing and throwing a soaking wet t-shirt at him, I don't know if it's his, it was just to make a point.

"You think I won't knock you on your ass because you're some pretty little hussy?" He says getting in my face.

The other women around me all stand and Carol tries to get in between us, but he shoves her to the ground.

"Don't you fucking dare put your hands on her," I say straightening my back. Normally I wouldn't provoke him, he reminds me too much of dad. But right now, that's what's fuling me.

"Don't fucking tell me how to handle my business she is my wife, I do with her as I please," Ed says to me, "Come one bitch lets go," he orders his wife. Andrea stops her from going with him, all of the women are standing in between the two of them.

"She's not going anywhere with you," I say to him. My voice is one I don't recognize, and I feel my hands shaking.

"I've heard enough out of you," Ed says as he lifts up his fist and swings.

His punch lands on my jaw, it doesn't hurt half as bad as I'm used to. I feel my face change into a smile, some blood drips from my mouth, I can see a small glint of fear in his eyes, "You hit like a bitch," I say through clenched teeth as I raise my fist. I put all my weight behind the punch, and he's on the ground. I can hear someone scream and the other women gasp, I don't pay any mind as I straddle the man's fat stomach.

Hit after hit lands hard onto his face, I can feel my knuckles cracking with every punch and my hands hurt. However, seeing the blood spill from his nose and mouth is far worth the pain. One of his eyes is swollen shut, and he's missing a tooth. I hope he swallowed it and chokes. I'm not nearly done with the prick when I'm being picked up. Strong arms wrap around me, pinning my arms to my sides. The scent of sweat coming off of the man is what makes me recognize him. It's fucking Shane.