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Ivory’s POV
Drake’s expression went from shock to scared to full outrage in a matter of seconds. He was staring at my arm as I quickly yanked my sleeve down. He visibly tensed, his jaw clenched and he stared at my arm with tight eyes filled with anger and a bit of disgust. He was disgusted of me, I could see it. The thought of him being disgusted of me, of not wanting to talk to me anymore brought a wave of hurt to me, I felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach. Drake was one of the only people who have spoken to me since I entered Nate’s school.
Another thought hit me, what if Drake tells someone? What if he goes to the police or something and tells them what he saw? I’ll be taken away from my parents! Nate’s probably gonna find me and kill me! And he’s going to hurt Drake too! I couldn’t let that happen.
“Drake?” I barley whispered, he didn’t hear, or maybe he choose to ignore it
I put my hand on his arm and said his name again, a bit louder. Drake looked down at me and his eyes softened just a bit. “Yes?” he asked
“Please, please don’t tell anyone” I basically begged him. If he told anyone I would be in HUGE trouble. I looked down as tears threatened to fall. My life is over, there’s no point in asking him not to tell anyone, he doesn’t even know me so why would he keep this a secret? Thoughts whirled around in my head and as the first betraying tear spilled, I turned around to run.
Drake’s POV
I looked down at her a bit startled. Did she really just ask me that? Why did she look so scared all of a sudden? How did she get all those scars from? Why didn’t she tell anyone? Did she tell anyone? I looked down at her and saw her looking at her shoes, trying to cover her face. She looked like a frightened child, so fragile and scared. All of a sudden a tear dropped and she turned around to run. Why is she running? I caught her arm and pulled her back to me. I twisted her around so she was facing me. She tensed and froze. I pinned her arms by her side so that she couldn’t move with one hand.
I put my other hand under her chin, forcing her to face me, but she still didn’t look at me. Ivory’s eyes stayed glued to the ground. Why won’t she look up at me!
“Ivory, look at me” I told her softly yet firmly. She didn’t budge, her eyes still looking down
“Ivory, please? Just look at me” I said again, and when she didn’t, I let go of her and let out a frustrated sigh and she flinched.
I looked at her, and then looked around us. I realized we were in the middle of the sidewalk in front of the ice cream shop. I took her hand and started tugging her towards the huge tree near us, we would get a bit more privacy there and I wanted to talk to her.
She didn’t make a sound or look up, just let me lead the way. When we got there I sat down against the tree and tugged her to sit too. She was right beside me, our arms brushing and I felt her trembling. I looked at her and saw a blank expression on her paled face. Her eyes still looking down and her hair covering half her face.
I brushed her hair behind her ear; she flinched as my fingers touched her face. I pulled back my hand. What the hell did I do that for?
We just sat there for a few minutes with her staring at her shoes and me staring at her until I spoke up. “Ivory, where did those scars come from? Did someone do them to you?” I asked her
She started trembling harder and her face paled even more. Shit.
I lifted her chin again and again she didn’t look at me. I let out a sigh
“Ivory, look at me” and finally, she did.
Her beautiful grey eyes that had light specks of blue in them, filled with happiness and laughter and hour ago now looked hollow and empty.
“Ivory, please talk to me” I practically begged her
There was a flash of surprise but it left just as quick as it came
“Why?” she practically whispered “what are you going to do?” fear leaked its way into her words
“Ivy, I want to help you, please tell me” I told her honestly. I did want to help her. I wanted to help her stop the person causing them. Actually I wanted to kill the person causing them, but that would still be considered helping her right?
“Why do you want to help me?” she asked, surprise laced her voice, she looked taken a back and then looked curious and surprised.
“Why wouldn’t I want to help you? You’re my friend and I care about you, Ivy, I want to help stop the person doing this to you” I told her
She looked back down at her shoes and I let out a frustrated noise
“Ivory, I’m going to find out who’s doing this to you and I will make them regret it” I promised her as I started getting up
She quickly caught my arm and I looked down at her, her face was full of shock, fear, sadness and guilt.
She looked back down but kept hold of my arm gently tugging me down
I sat back down and waited for her to talk.
After a couple of minutes she started talking “No one did them to me, no one is responsible for them---“ I cut her off with a loud sigh, “Ivory, they don’t just appear out of nowhere! Someone obviously did them!”
She held up her hand silencing me “no one’s responsible for them except me” she finished
She looked back down at her hands as I stared at her confused
“I did them to myself” she whispered as two fat tears spilled down her face
