The Pain.... (Phoenix Drop High Ivy x Male Abused Reader)

3: Realization

The rest of the day leading up to going to Ivy's was pretty basic. You got home, got hit with a belt buckle because you somehow accidentally 'put too much pepper on your mothers egg,' then you had to explain long and hard why you had to leave again. That was the hardest thing to convince your dad to do, and now you'd be late to Ivy's house. It didn't matter, as you'd take whatever Ivy inflicts over your parents at any time. You hastily change into your other set of clothes, a red long sleeve shirt, faded jeans with holes at the knees, and black shoes that were slightly too tight. You then got up to leave out the front door.

"Y/n!" Your dads sudden yell made you flinch before you turned around.

"Yes Sir?"

"Get me a beer before you leave." You rushingly got him his bottle and rushed out of the door. You rubbed your neck again only to flinch. It was still bleeding, and the bruise must've been worse than ever. Despite this, and many other injuries of the type, you carried on before reaching the address described on the slip of paper Ivy had slipped You in class. Double checking everything, you were positive this was the correct address. Walking up and knocking on the door, you waited. You heard footsteps and the door clicking.

"Well well well, look who finally made it." Ivy spoke in a slow voice.

"Yeah yeah, let's get this over with." You said, impatient.

"Alright, I have some paper to work with and some colored pencils. That's all you're getting to work with, so I hope you brought everything else." You shook your head, earning an eye roll from Ivy.

"Of course you wouldn't." She gestured behind her shoulder.

"Just get inside Brat." She walked in, followed by you as you looked around. The basic layout of the house was similar to yours, so you could guess your way around.

"The stuff you have is on the table, so get to work." You entered the dining room to see a few sheets of white paper and a small pack of colored pencils. Deciding to work with what you had, you grabbed a black pencil and made a basic outline of the human body. While drawing the blood vessels, you noticed that Ivy was sitting across from you. You put down the pencil.

"If you're not going to do any work, then why are you sitting there?" She looked up from her phone.

"I have to make sure that you will get the job done right." You rolled your eyes and got back to working. After a few minutes, you had a sketch of the human body and the Circulatory System before you.

"I have finished making a rough draft of what our project will look like." Ivy looked up.

"Why do I care?" She asked. You sighed.

"Without any more materials, I can't exactly do anything else." You spoke in a 'duh' tone. Ivy stood up.

"Okay, so go get some materials from home! You should be plenty able to do that!" You flinches at the mention of home. Ivy seemed to take it the wrong way.

"Oh, are you scared of me?" You didn't respond.

"Good. Now either get some materials or leave." You stood up to leave, leaving the materials on the table as you turned to the door.

"All we needed to do today was discuss ideas and all that, so really, the draft wasn't necessary." You said, thinking back on your teacher's words." Ivy stood up, her hands on the table.

"So, you didn't need to come over today to work?" You shook your head.

"So, you spent the last hour just wasting my time?" You turned to face her.

"Not necessarily." Ivy squinted at you, giving you te stink eye. You turned around to leave, before you heard the chair scrape. Before you got a chance to look back, you felt Ivy grab your neck. In the exact same spot your dad had broken the bottle, grabbed you, and left a massive bruise.

"Uh no. You're not leaving. You know, we didn't get the chance to have a bit of fun." Ivy slammed your head against the door. Despite the pain that occurred from the contact with the bruises, you noted that her hand fit almost perfectly on the hand-shaped bruise on your neck. You groaned in pain.

"I was planning on spending today with my friends. But you ruined that, and now I have to teach you not to do that." As her grip tightened, you realized that this was almost exactly the way that parents have treated you. Ivy reared her hand back and hit the door with your head again.

"Well? What have you got to say for yourself?" Your eyes widened. Those were almost the exact same words had said this morning. You bit your lip as Ivy hit your head against the door again. This was violent, even for her. A tear slipped from your eye as she reared her hand back again. You felt it slide down onto her hand. Her grip loosened in surprise, causing to fall onto the floor, breathing heavily in large gasps.

"Wait... you're crying?" Ivy asked confused. You stayed silent, trying to regain your thoughts.

"Oh my Irene." You heard rapid footsteps as Ivy ran out of the room. Looking back, she returned with a bunch of wipes.

"Why the heck is your neck bleeding?" She said, throwing paper towels at you before wiping her hand off. You weakly grabbed the paper towel and started to dab it on the cuts on your neck.

"You...... you reopened the cuts." You managed to say, getting a massive headache.

"And why is your neck all cut up?" She asked, sounding disgusted as she washed her hands.

".....some rocks fell and hit me." Ivy shook her head.

"That is something a knife would do. And now that I see it, Why is there a giant hand shaped bruise on your......" Ivy started before trailing off.

"I didn't grab you that hard, did I?" You shook your head.

"That was.....my father." Ivy gasped at the revelation.

"And why is your father grabbing your neck hard enough to-"

"Because he's a no-good drunkard!" You burst out.
"He and my Mother just get drunk off of everything they can find and whip me for the stupidest reasons! They hit me with belts, sticks, and riding crops!" Ivy's expression slowly shifted from disgusted to startled to mad.

"Your parents abuse you?" You nodded, feeling your headache grow stronger.

"And I've..... all this time... My Irene." You stood up to leave again, and reached for the doorknob before feeling something wrap around your body. Looking down, you saw Ivy's arms around you chest.

"I....I'm sorry Y/n. I should've seen it earlier." You slowly patted her hand as it slowly unwrapped itself.

"It's alright Ivy. People are too stupid to see the truth sometimes." She nodded in agreement.

"Well, you cant stay forever, sadly. Go on, get home. Don't wanna be late, don't you?" You shook your head.

"Bye." You twisted the doorknob and opened the door.

"Bye Y/n." You got out and shut the door behind you, walking home.

Dunno what to say, So Baii!

~ASnazzyGuy

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