Remedy

Chapter One

Ivy POV

"Get your ass down here now" DaMarcus, my dad yelled at me.

I didn't bother to come down because I knew that if I did, I would be yelled at for no reason. I would get beaten by DaMarcus and my uncles.

"If I call you one more damn time Ivy, I'm coming up there and you're not gonna like it" he yelled at me.

I would rather take a beating from one man rather than three men.

I heard big boots stomping up the stairs. I knew what was about to happen. I didn't have a lock on my door because it broke one day.

I quickly grabbed my phone and rushed to the closet.

I started to text Bryson, when I was safely under an old blanket in my closet.

Ivy🌺- what are you doing? 5:31

Right when I sent the text, I heard banging on my door. My Dad.

My dad was a no good, drunk, crack head. He used to be amazing to me, but when Tyrell died he took all his frustration out on me. He always tells me he doesn't want a daughter. My dad made my mom cut ties with everyone in her family. I'm not wanted by anyone, and the only reason they keep me is because of Food Stamps and a monthly check. He's the physical abuser.

Bryson 🎮-nothing, come over i'm bored 5:32

Ivy 🌺-ok, pick me up 5:32

After a couple of minutes, I heard silence. I peeked through the slits in the door. I got on my hands and knees and crawled out.

Right when I crawled out, I felt a leather belt pierce my back. He kept striking and striking until I screamed.

He picked me up by my hair and spat in my face. I curled up into a ball. I couldn't fight back. I never did.

He got ontop of me and started punching me in the face. I tasted a metallic taste.

"That's what the fuck you get for not obeying him" a strung off voice said.

That was my mom.

My Mom.

My mom was a drug addict, alcoholic, whore. Harsh words, I know. My mom does so many drugs that the whole house is full of smoke. She stumbles everywhere and always has a bottle somewhere near her. She always reeks of sex, drugs, and alcohol. Men come and go out of this house all the time. The strange thing is that my father knows. My mom abuses me mentally.

"This is what you deserve Ivy. If you would be obedient then you wouldn't have to go through this"

My vision was blurred by tears. I couldn't feel my body. I curled my toes against the carpet.

"If you would've come down when I asked then this would never have happened. Now I gotta show you how to go down some stairs. You make me do this to you" He grabbed me by the hair and drug me to the stairs.

"Please dad. I promise Ill come when you ask me. Please I promise please" I begged. He was at the top of the stair case holding my hair.

"Should've come the first time" with him saying that he pushed me down the stairs. All I saw was black.

Bryson 🎮- i'm outside 5:40

Bryson Tiller POV

I was in the middle of taking off my fuck buddies clothes when Ivy texted me.

"Okay this done. Im bout to go get Ivy" I said pushing her off of me.

"But Bryson I can do more for you than that bitch can" she said biting her lip making her hand go lower and lower.

"Okay lemme get something straight. You're just over my place because I wanted a quick fuck. No relationship involved and call Ivy a bitch again" I said standing up

"Bye" I said going to the door.

"Call me Bryson" she said

"Whatever"

Ivy 🌺- what are you doing? 5:31
Bryson 🎮-come over i'm bored 😳 5:30 Ivy 🌺-ok, pick me up 5:32

I quickly put my shoes on and locked my door. Sometimes Ivy would knock on the door in the middle of the night. She would show up with bruises and say she was clumsy.

I have my suspicions, but she would never tell me anything. I knew Ivy and her parents didn't see eye to eye. After a couple of minutes, I arrived to her house.

I pulled up to her house and saw a person laying on the sidewalk. I didn't care because Ivy doesn't live in the best part of town.

Ivy wasn't coming down so I got out of the car to knock on the door. I walked up the stairs.

I took a quick look at the person who was laying unconcious in the grass.

I did a double take when I looked at the person. It was Ivy. Her hair was all over her face.

There was so many bruises over her face, that I couldn't recognize her. There was blood coming out of the side of her mouth. She had a huge black bruise on her ribs and plenty of other ones.

I quickly ran to her and carefully picked her up. I heard very shallow breathing. I didn't call 911 because they took long to come in a neighborhood like Ivy's.

As carefully as I could, I put Ivy in the back seat. I noticed that her ankle was turned in an unnatural way.

I sped down the streets of Louisville. I quickly found a parking spot in Lousiville Technical Hospital. I rushed her to the front desk where she was automatically admitted at the front desk.

The only seat was next to an old man who was coughing. I sat down and I rubbed my hands over my face.

I was looking back at the beginning chapters and I though ugh. How are these my most viewed. If you didn't know I'm going back and re- writing most of the chapters. I hope you actually like these bwtter because I definately do.