Drawn to Him

chapter two

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I actually woke up hours ago and just laid here staring out the window. "Bastard!"

My eyes darted to the door at the muffled shouting. I took a deep breath and pulled myself up and out of the room. Looking over the railing I saw nothing so I walked down and followed the chatting.

Ivy was sitting on her knees and Roman was across from her in black sweatpants and white t-shirt that looked stuck to his body.

They were playing chess.

"Check mate", Roman grinned. "You're a bitch", Ivy frowned, then her eyes met mine. I smiled and waved and she did the same. Roman didn't look up at all, just fixed the pieces on the board.

"How'd you sleep?" She asked. "Fine, you?", I shrugged. She bopped her head from side to side then nodded. "Didn't sleep", he interrupted, glancing at Ivy.

Her face, no emotion or anything. So I can cross off sister and cousin.

I brought my hand up to the arm that burned and said, "I would like to go to my house and get some things." Both of them looked at me, then back to each other, Ivy seemed annoyed.

"Now I'm an usher?" Ivy groaned. "Take her,'' Roman demanded.  "We'll play later", he added, getting up and walking back upstairs.

"Let me go get changed", she huffs and follows after him.

Driving up in front of my house I noticed my fathers car in the driveway. "You can stay here, I won't be long", I told her and she stopped in her tracks.

"Okay", she nodded, leaning up against the car.

Once I reached for the doorknob my father had opened it first and his face went from calm to angry. "What are you doing here?", he gritted. I began to stutter like an idiot, "I.. I j- just wanted"

"I don't really care what you want, you belong to Roman now and we don't take in sluts", he said, looking at my outfit. I didn't change when we left, I still had on a tank top and shorts but with a jacket over.

"I just wanted my things!" I spoke out. His eyes narrowed and his chest fell with an exhale then inhaled. My father would've never dared to touch me violently but a week after Luca, he started slapping, punching and gripping me.

"And you know what I want. My son back!" He shouted and suddenly squeezed my wrist, I had got a whiff of his bad breath and cringed.

"But I'm stuck with the worst version of him and the cause of death", I ignored the rest of his words and tears started to well in my eyes.

"Are you crying? You are weak, I wonder if Roman will do what I never could've done, kill you." His hands squeezed harder on my tiny wrists, feeling like they were going to break.

A hand grabbed his wrist and twisted, causing him to fall to the ground on his knees. I stumbled back and held onto myself. Ivy had her heels on his back and held his arm behind us back.

"Go get your things", she said, not looking at me just down at my father. I guess my mother and Gunnar aren't home because they would've already come down.

I ran past them and up the stairs, crying as I frantically grabbed one big bag and filled it with some books, toiletries, and a few clothes, my glasses obviously.

When I came down they weren't in the doorway anymore. "You ready?" Ivy's voice asked, coming from the living room. He was passed out on the couch.

"Not dead, he just won't wake up for another couple hours", she shrugged. I wiped my eyes and sniffled with a nod.