His Entertainer

Chapter 14

                         IVY SILVER POV.
( 3 days later)

    I opened my heavy eye lids, feeling a bit left out, I feel totally disoriented. Then, as I remembered the previous evening, I sank back into the bed again with a faint groan. It wasn't just another bad dream.
   I looked around the dark room,glad to know that I'm no longer tied up on the tree.
   Beside me lays a big, rather battered teddy bear wearing a maroon ribbon.
  I picked it up, a reluctant smile curving my lips. No need to ask who'd left it here, the small card on it's ribbon said Get well soon baby, and I got a faint twist of the heart. As I replaced it, I caught sight with a small gift wrapped in a Golden paper on the night table and froze.
   It was nearly eleven o'clock in the morning, I threw back the white covers and swung feet to floor.
  I reached for it and opened it as it had no writings on the surface, my eyes fell on a pair of black diamond ear rings and another small note, I miss you, And i'm sorry Ivy by Miguel  the time I completed reading this second note, I felt a light warm liquid falling from my eyes.
   It turns out that not everyone in hell has the heart of a Devil, fuck their crimes, Fuck who they are— their my friends and I don't think anything can Change that.
  I closed the small box and started making my way to the large window, walking lazy trying not to trip on the Hem of the oversized robe,
     " Ivy! — glad to finally see you on your feet" Carlos said excited as he entered the room with a tray on his hands.
   I smiled as he came and wrapped his arms on me, pressing a little kiss on my forehead.
  " — I'm just glad that your okay now, You have been out for almost three days" said Carlos, 3 days?— it's like the previous evening to me.
   " That long? No wonder i feel weak" I said as I sat on the bed.
   " Your going to be fine in a few minutes, don't worry" he said
   " Carlos, I'm sorry for—"
   " you have nothing to apologise Ivy, it's I who is sorry— I should have told you sooner or say anything when Hermann was punishing you, I stood and watched like a Coward" he said with sincerity guilt in his greyish eyes.
  " It's fine" I said softly and he smiled which pushed me to the same reaction, " How's Genevieve and Miguel?" I asked after my eyes fell on the golden Gift.
   " There fine, there going to be so happy  when i tell them that your finally on your feet" he said handling me a glass of mango juice.
  " Why tell them?— I'll go and see them" I said right after I took a sip of the delicious juice.
  " Ivy, Hermann gave us strict orders not to let you out of the room and Only I can come in to give you company " he said.
   " What! " I yelled knowing the colour of my face draining to pure anger, " His a psycho!" I yelled louder with  frustration in my voice
  " Calm down, atleast your out of that tree..right?, that's what everyone was fighting for" Carlos said, trying to remind me, the bright side of the story.
    " Yes but his being unreasonable sometimes " I said in a whimper as Carlos gently layed my head on his shoulder.
  " It's okay"
  " it's not okay " I said in a whisper.
   " then, It's okay for it not to be okay " he spoke silently.
 
   (2 hours later)

  " You cheater!" I yelled as Carlos laughed his lungs out, it has been two hours since Carlos dragged me into playing this game yet I still lost each time." It's not fair" I said, dropping the game console on the floor.
  " Come on— Your being such a baby" he said, mocking me, " How about pool table? " he asked.
  I stiffened. I remember pool table was a game Wilmert  addressed each time he ended up disappointing me.
    " I don't play pool " I smiled a little hesitantly as I slid off the stool and Carlos did likewise.
Wilmert , my inner voice called out, I took few steps towards the widow, " I shall sit here where I can see the swinging tress" I said with a small private smile, a smile that was for myself alone, excluding Carlos.
    No matter where you are, I'll find you.
were words Wilmert used to whisper on my ears each time our bodies collided together.
  He would hold me tight on his arms after the words and I would feel him drew a heavy breath.
    I bet Carlos had understood me, "I'll give you some time alone" He said slowly then closed the door.

   Time fades in a speed of light, what will I do if I don't get to feel his lips on mine anymore, can I go on with out him? Will I make it?

Oh God! I thought trying to hold up the falling tears.

  Day and night. During consciousness and what passed for sleep. The imaged stayed with me. The paleness of my skin. The wounds, gruesome, hideous, so at odds with what I had been like in life.
    I'm Stuck, hopeless, filled with a kind of terror that couldn't be imagined by anyone who hadn't faced hell in life.
    
   When the gates opened, it was when I knew that Hermann Rodriguez was back, As much as I hated him but I was glad, glad to finally know where my future lays on— is it freedom or immuring.

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