Blinded. (Sequel to invisible) A Fifth Harmony fanfiction.

Chapter 24

(enjoy the charvy.)

Ivy sat up on the edge of Charlotte's hospital bed as Charlotte walked in after her therapy session. She knew something was up and was preparing herself for Charlotte to crash into her arms and burst into sobs like usual, or just sit next to her in silence and hold her hand. Ivy knew that the sessions were meant to help, but she hated having her girlfriend go through the memories and having to cope with them in a much more useful but distressing way.

"Baby-" Ivy started slowly, but Charlotte shook her head.

"Shut up."

Anger wasn't an emotion that Ivy saw very often or for to long. Charlotte was mainly ever mad at the situation but her exhaustion stopped it from lasting to long before she broke down.

Ivy closed her mouth and raised her eyebrow, waiting for Charlotte to make the next move. Which she did, by roughly grabbing Ivy and smashing her mouth against hers.

It wasn't comfortable or very...exciting. Ivy wasn't reciprocating in anyway. Charlotte wasn't like this.

Charlotte pulled back slightly, "Fuck me." She demanded roughly. Ivy pushed her back when she tried to reconnect their lips again. "Charlotte I'm not going to fuck you." Ivy shook her head, seeing a small flash of fear in Charlotte's eyes.

"You need to." Charlotte spat. "I need to prove that I'm not afraid of sex." She shared, pulling her hands away from Ivy's since the girl had tried to lace their fingers together.

"Prove to who?" Ivy asked. "Yourself?" "No," Charlotte scoffed, "to Cheryl and you." Charlotte stated. Scowling when she mentioned Cheryl who was her therapist. Ivy raise her eyebrow again. "You don't have to prove anything to us," Ivy shook her head gently. But Charlotte rolled her eyes and took a step back before she pulled her shirt off. "Ivy, fuck me."

Ivy shook her head. Tears were welling in Charlotte's eyes as she covered her torso, her insecurities showing through.  Ivy was about to speak up again but Charlotte stopped her. "Either you fuck me or I go find someone who will. Your choice." She spat. "Oh really?" Ivy challenged, "you're going to find some lowlife to fuck you so you can prove to yourself that you aren't afraid of sex? Go ahead."

Charlotte froze. Physically hurt by Ivy's words despite how much she wanted to  not let it show. "I'm not proving it to myself." Charlotte choked. Ivy shook her head. "Yes you are. I don't know what you and Cheryl have just discussed but I may have a slight idea. You don't have to prove it to us that your comfortable with sex."

Charlotte groaned and pushed Ivy, making her fall on her bed. "Shut up! You don't get it." She shoved her down again, climbing on top of her and pinning her arms down. Ivy didn't fight. She could easily push Charlotte off of her with no trouble but she was curious on what she was going to do next, because she looked so lost.

"So now what?"

"You're going to fuck me whether you want to or not." Charlotte stated, trying desperately to sound like she wanted this.

"So you're going to force me to force you to have sex like those men did?" Ivy asked, quickly flipping them over, trapping Charlotte beneath her and watching her facade fade instantly.

"Y-yes." Charlotte choked, fighting her tears at the fear pulsing through her. It was Ivy. Her Ivy. And she felt terrified. Ivy noticed and shook her head again before letting go of Charlotte's wrists and pressing a soft kiss to her temple before sitting down cross legged and opening her arms.

"Come here?" Ivy asked softly.

Charlotte scrambled up and threw herself into Ivy's arms, breaking down immediately.