Remedy

Chapter Three

Bryson Tiller POV

I woke up to wild, curly hair all over my chest. I had a plan that involve revenge.

I didn't want Ivy to know that I was planning revenge, so I carried normally. I eased out of bed careful to not hurt Ivy.

I walked to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I quickly rinsed my mouth out.

"Can you help me up" she asked sitting on the edge of the bed. I walked over to her and carefully helped her up.

"Thanks Bryson, what are w......... nevermind"

"What were you gonna say" I asked her

"I was gonna ask you what our title was, but I know you probably think Im ugly. And I literally don't measure up with all of the other girls that want you. I have millions o-"

"Stop Ivy" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Out of all the girls at KHS Ivy was the prettiest and had the best body. She was so perfect and I was exhasperated.

She was beautiful even when she did have bruises on her. I didn't know what to say or even what to do.

"Quit talking like that around me. You are so perfect and I'm sad that you don't see that shit"

"Nevermind.... just nevermind," she said looking down.

I carefully pulled her in a hug, so I wouldn't accidently hurt her.

"I love you Ivy" I admitted to her pulling out of the hug. Without thinking I kissed her hoping she would kiss back. Luckily she did.

We say we love each other all the time.  But this time was different. I leaned down and kissed her lips again. They were so soft.

"I could get used to this" I smirked kissing her over and over.

"I love you, too" she said looking into my eyes. "But anyways, I'm hungry, how bout you"

"Yeah, I am" I admitted, "You want to go to our favorite spot" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Lets go to Jhonny B's" she said.

I followed her in the room.  I've seen her naked before. We have bathed together before, but that was when we were five because our granny didn't like having to pay a fifty dollar water bill, so we had to bathe together to save money.

She used to live with my grandma and I until she was twelve because her mom went to rehab. About two years later, she relapsed

"Can you leave Bryson"

"Come on, I've seen you naked before" I pleaded.

"Whatever, B" she said.

She got undressed, I know she didn't want me looking, but I did anyway.

I know she sensed me looking, because she pulled up her pink leggings quickly.

When she was done getting dressed, she came over to me to show me something.

"Is this noticeable," she said pulling part off her top down so I could see what she was talking about.

When I saw it I immediately got beyond mad. She was talking about a red ass bruise on her chest.

I remembered what I said I was gonna do last night. Without telling her what I was doing I walked downstairs, grabbed my keys, and hopped in my car.

"Bryson, Bryson where are you going" she ran after me.

She jumped in the car, too.

"To handle some buisness" I said staring at her, my anger visible on my face.
I felt for the keys and tried to put them in the ignition.