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Ivy had been home from training for a few hours now
and was just chilling at her home, before she heard a knock on the door.

Ivy froze when she see who was outside, but knew it was just easier to open the door to them because they wouldn't leave if she didn't.

Ivy walked to her front door and opened it, leaning against it and looking at the two people who were outside. "Father, Mother, what pleasure do I owe you this time?" Ivy asked.

"Don't talk to us like that!" RYAN CARTER hissed at his daughter. "I think it's quite appropriate to" Ivy added. "Well, it isn't appropriate to talk to your parents like that, Ivy" SHANNON CARTER spat as Ivy rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at us, now c'mon give it to us" Ryan demanded. "What do you want me from me?" Ivy asked. "You know what" Shannon retorted.

"And what have I told you both? I don't get my salary until the end of the season and I'm done giving you money, you're going to have to figure it out on your own" Ivy told them.

"You can't not give your parents no money!" Ryan growled. "Try me! It's my own money, if you both are so desperate go get a fucking job and stop being dependent on me!!" Ivy shouted,

"How dare you!" Shannon screamed. "We are going to be living on the streets and it's all your fault!" Shannon added. "I hope you are happy, we will be back and we will get that money off you!" Ryan hissed.

"I like to see you both try when I get a restraining order against you both" Ivy announced as she watched their face expressions fall.

"You can't do that, Ivy" Ryan pleaded. "You won't be able to see us then, you really don't want to see your parents again?" Shannon added.

"No I don't, you aren't parents to me! So leave before I call the police on you for trespassing my property!" Ivy told them with no emotion in her voice,

"We will remember this Ivy! You'll regret all of this, make sure you watch your back!" Ryan shouted as Ivy slammed the door on their faces.

Ivy fell to the ground and leaned against the door with her head in hands and knees up, so enough tears started to fall down her face.

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