The Third Year

Chapter 28

Hey guys! Here's chapter 28! Didn't think I'd get it done tonight, but I worked to get it up here:) Yay! Okay please don't be disappointed that there is no Michael's POV, but he will be in the next chapter! This chapter was just really important so bare with me while I get the filler chapters done so we can get to the juicy stuff! Thanks for reading and please vote, comment, fan, etc. Thanks guys!

Songs used were Redneck Yacht Club by Craig Morgan (link at end of chapter) and Chicken Fried by Zac Brown Band, which the video is posted on the side!

Chapter 28

Ivy’s POV

I could not fall asleep.

My mind would not stop thinking about Michael and I arguing in the driveway. Rolling over, I looked at the clock. 4:28. Groaning I closed my eyes, willing myself to go to sleep, but it was pointless.

Giving up, I reached for my phone and opened up a new message, wondering if Michael was still up. Deciding I didn’t want to wake him, I typed a message to Cole.

Hey, r u up?

Not second had passed when my phone vibrated with a response.

Yeah I’m up! r u ok?!

I smiled at the text. He was so sweet to worry about me. Suddenly, my head was filled with images.

*Flashback*

“You can’t tell anyone, Ivy. I swear, if you say anything, I will kill myself,” he said, looking me dead in the eye.

I gulped, as tears streamed down my cheeks. “But-but you need help. I can get you that help, please, just let me help you.”

I crumpled into a heap on the floor, finally losing the battle I had been trying to fight. I heard him sigh as he sat down next to me, awkwardly patting my back. Sobs hitched in my throat as I gasped for breath, I was crying so hard.

“Why are-e you d-doing this?” I sobbed, looking into his dark grey eyes. They looked dead; there was no emotion whatsoever, just a mask.

“I trusted you when I told you, and I expect you to respect that trust and not say anything,” he said gruffly. He stood up, and brushed off his jeans before turning back to me.

I was still sobbing uncontrollably when he left. But over my sobs, I still heard his voice carry over the wind.

“I’m sorry, Angel Eyes.”

*End Flashback*

My phone vibrated, causing me to jump. My cheeks were wet as I reached up and brushed them off, confused.

Tears.

 Sniffling, I realized I had been crying as I remembered the awful flashback. Standing up, I walked across the room and into the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face as I put my hands on either side of the sink to support myself. I felt my stomach twist violently as the vision came back again.

Jerking my eyes open, I stood up, trying to ease my stomach. I did not – could not – get sick. I couldn’t go back to that dark place.

I hurried out of the bathroom and back to my bed, picking up my phone. I had three unopened messages.

Ivy?!?

R u ok??? Ur not answering ur txts!

If u don’t answer, im coming over.

Quickly hitting reply, I texted Cole back.

Srry, im ok. Just a bad memory, but im ok:)