Crimson Kiss

19 Marked

I slept restlessly for the rest of the week. I waited for Ezra to call me, but the only one who checked on me was Amira. She came by twice a day while Frank was at work. I wasn't allowed back to school for another three days and I was going crazy sitting around my house. On a surprise note, when I had last spoken to Amira, she had talked about Marcus non stop. How he wasn't that bad of a person once you got to know him. I could not agree with her. I did not trust him one bit. Sure he may have been polite and sweet, even, but that did not change the fact that he had tried to kill me.
I sighed and grabbed my phone. Still no word from Ezra. I sighed and dropped my phone back to my bed. I rolled to the side and pushed off of my bed. I dressed myself in a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt. Frank was still at work so I had the house to myself. I did some laundry, washing all of Franks scrubs and lab jackets, pressing them, and putting them away. I loaded the dishwasher and swept the kitchen floor and so on. Before I knew it. I had nothing left to do around the house and it was only ten in the morning. I would have gone for a walk, but the rain outside was coming down in buckets. I fished my phone from my pockets and checked my messages. Nothing.
I could not handle another second of sitting here alone. I needed to go back to school. It had been over a week and my wrist hardly ever hurt anymore. I was more than ready to go back to school. It was only ten in the morning. If I left now, I would be able to make it there before lunch. I hurried to my room and dressed in my school uniform, leaving the left sleeve folded up above my cast. It was a pain in the ass to do but when I finally did it, I added my skirt, socks and shoes. I gleaned in the mirror quickly only to see my hair and face looked horrible. I threw my hair up into a messy bun after ripping a brush through it and hurried down the stairs. As I headed for the door, I stopped, wondering if I should leave a note for Frank, or at least text him. He had been coming home to check on me for the past few days I had been home, doped up on pain meds. I sighed and shook my head. I could just send him a text.

After another moment's hesitation, I pulled the door open and locked it behind me. The rian was still coming down, however not as heavy. I hurried down the steps and to my car. The sidewalk was getting slick. I had to remember to salt the stairs and sidewalk when I got home.

When I pulled into the parking lot, there were students going to and from their cars. I crashed around the parking lot, looking for Ezra's car, wondering if he had even been coming to school these past few days. I needed to see him. I needed to speak with him. I had had more than enough time to think things through. I was not angry with him. If anything, I was mad at myself. I had pushed myself on him like some whore.
"Ivy?"
I turned and faced Amira. She smiled at me and skipped over to me. "Hey, Amira," I greeted her. I was surprised when Amira bounded toward me and pulled me in for a hug.It was not just Ezra I had a bone to pick with. I was kind of pissed at her too. She could have stopped by to see me and let me know what was going on with Ezra. Sure she had called, and as soon as I told her I was fine, she would say she had to go.
I glanced around, looking for the familiar green eyes. The ones that I could get lost in. I sighed and felt my hand go to my neck. "Where is Ezra?" I asked.
Amira shook her head. "He hasn't been at home all week," she said.
I nodded and could not help the sarcastic laugh that passed my lips. "Why?" I demanded. "He can almost drain me and then not show his face?"
Amira looked around alarmed and stepped closer to me. "Ivy, I assure you, the reason Ezra is staying away has nothing to do with-"
"Good morning, ladies," Marcus said as he came to stand between us.

I gaped at him, looking him up and down. He was dressed in the school uniform and was holding his books in one hand, against his leg.
"Marcus?" I demanded, still shocked. "When did you start at Pinewood?"
Marcus gave me a dashing smile. He was almost charming. Almost.
"Today is my first day," he said and slid his hands into his pockets.
I raised an eyebrow and looked back at Amira. "Where is he?"
Amira sighed and glanced at Marcus. "Ivy, Ezra will be back in a few days. He is taking some time off-"
I cut her off and shook my head. "Because of me?" I asked her.
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Ezra is just being dramatic. He always has been-"
"Marcus," Amira warned him. "Not right now!"
I glanced between them. "You both do know that I know what you are, right?" I demanded. "Just like I know that you know, that I am a Witch!"
Amira clapped a hand to her head in frustration and Marcus raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked, looking down at his sister.
I felt my heart sink, wondering if I had just gotten myself into trouble. Ezra had said not to tell anyone that I was a Witch. Not a single person, and here I had blabbed it to his brother and sister. I felt the blood leave my face. I had yet to meet Dargos but what would he do if I suddenly showed up at his Summon and he knew I was a Witch? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Marcus and Amira look at each other and then Amira was walking away, leaving me alone with Marcus.
"Well, Ivy, what class is next?" he asked me.