Ones Ignored

Chapter 34 | The voice was one of my biggest occupation of my mind.

The next day I skip school. It's a Friday and I was too tired and too sad to go. My dad and I had spent the rest of the day downstairs and he forced me to lay down on the couch as he went and fixed us some food. Eating wasn't appealing to me; the food didn't even taste good. Even my dad's hot chocolate, which he added peppermint to, couldn't help my taste buds. 

Finding out your boyfriend's dad being responsible for the crime committed against you was hard. Life became bland, your mind took over. I never gave into my mind, only when it was late at night and I couldn't do anything to occupy my mind. In the daytime, I could try and ignore my mind by staying busy— often times asking my teacher's for extra work. Keep yourself busy and you may be able to ignore your brain. 

Only when you figure out the puzzle you have been working on for the past two months, your mind was the thing you stayed preoccupied by. That was the problem. I hadn't been able to get a break. My mind kept going back to the voice, God, the voice. 

The voice was one of my biggest occupation of my mind. The voice was the guy who was sitting in jail trying to await bail. My dad had gone down to the station to find him and when he came back, he said that he had wanted to punch the guy in the face. He said that he couldn't even get closer because he was too mad, and someone had to drag him out of the building. That didn't give me a sense of peace —  if my dad could see how much of a bad person he was, then what were the chances of me finding peace?

I spent the rest of the day on the same couch, my dad watching over me. At times Shawna, my dad's girlfriend came over but I never talked to her. She wasn't a bad person, I just never had the feeling of making conversation. Not to me, not to my dad or anybody. I hadn't done or said much these few days. The thought of doing things were not interesting. My body had shut down but my mind was still whirring. 

My mind was still whirring as when I head into school the next day. Everything I do is slow, getting to class is hard. Having to talk to people was harder and I hoped that I wasn't being rude by not answering people. Kennedy had found me in the hallway before third hour where she had dragged me toward the bathroom. 

Making sure the bathroom was clear of any girls, she closed the door behind her and said, "What's going on?"

She had noticed my sluggish behavior and she was calling me out on it. I guess the saying "Takes one to know one." was true.  I had known the signs of Kennedy being the girl who was in our last case because I was one of them as well. Kennedy knowing that I wasn't feeling the best was probably because she wasn't as well.

"Nobody told you?", I question to her, my voice so raw that I have to clear my throat a few times to regulate it. She furrows her eyebrows and moves her head to the side, tale sign of not knowing what someone is talking about. I sigh and say, "They caught the person who is responsible for your attempted rape, Ken."

Kennedy places a hand on her face, her eyes widen in shock. I nod, not finding it in my heart to react to it again, now all I could do was go through my days, trying my best to not cry. It was a nice schedule I had created for my self after the guy I had liked came to my house at two a.m. on Friday morning. It was a way for me to not breakdown. "Ivory", she whispers placing her hands on my shoulders and I nod, letting her pull me toward her. She throws her arms over my shoulder and holds me close in a way that makes tears come into my eyes.

She sighs into my ear and continues to hold onto me. When she pulls away from me, she asks,"Who was it, Ivy? Who was the son of a bitch who hurt us, hurt so many girls?"

I look away from her and head to the exit of the bathroom. "Jameson's father", I say to her right before opening the door and heading outside. Somehow it was easy for me to say that out loud now. It was easier than hearing Jameson say it himself.