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Chapter 12: That's a very good question.

Declan

    We make it to my house. I put the car in park. I let her breathe from what just happened. That was too much to handle for me. All the yelling and screaming. That guy is full of hate. I have never seen anyone so angry before. The look on his face when Ivory asked him who's the man, it was priceless. He looks like as if he was going to explode.

Is that what she has to go through? Had. I correct myself. She had to live like that.

    "Can we go to bed? I'm just exhausted. Today has been a roller coaster of good and bad moments. I want to end it on a good moment. I won't let him ruin the first good thing that's happened to me in a long time," Her voice is so exhausted. Her beautiful face looks exhausted.
She looks much older than 17. She shouldn't have to look older than 17. She should be going to parties, meeting girls her own age, having fun. Not having to yell at your father asking him 'who is the man'. Which clearly is her. She holds herself together so well. Maybe too well. One day the glue that is holding her together is going to melt away and she's going to go with it.

"Okay, let's get you inside," I say to her finally. I do my usual routine. I get out of my side of the car with the paintings that were signed with her last name and held to her side. I don't know who made them but they had her last name on it. I thought she might want something of her own in my room. I took some of the most worn out books on the shelf. I figured the more worn out the more she read that one in particular, which would have to mean she loves that the most.
When I get to her side. The color is back in her face. I hold out a hand to her, she takes it without hesitation. We get inside without saying a word. My mom is still up. My dad has to work tomorrow, so he went to bed early.

"Goodnight, mom!" I call to her. I started to go to my room.

"Hold on, who did the dishes? Because I come down and there were all done."

"I did, ma'am. I did it before we left. Is that okay?" Ivory asked in that small voice.

"That was very sweet of you, Ivory. You didn't have do that. I was going to do them."

"Not with your hand you couldn't. It's fine, really. I like cleaning." She looks at Ivory in awe then turns to me.

"I love her," She say to me, Ivs laughs at that. I give her a look that says I do, too.

"Well, It's getting late. I have to work at the bank tomorrow but I will make breakfast. You guys go on to bed."

We both nod our heads and head to my room. We make it up there in seconds. I really like my room. I love the white walls with the covers. Me and my dad made the bed frame together. I always keep my room clean. It doesn't stink in here. This used to be the master bedroom so it's pretty big. My mom and dad added on a room to make it their bedroom, which is twice the size as mine with a bathroom. My bathroom is across the hall. My room is so big it has a balcony. It doesn't have much of a view just the woods outside.

Ivory plops down on the bed. She had puts her bags on the reading chair I have in my room. She kicks off her shoes and lays flat on her back. She sighs with exhaustion with her eyes closed.

"Hey, you get changed. I'm going to go find some sheets and blankets for me," I said to her. I'm trying to remember where the extras blankets are.

"What do you mean? Why are you going to find extra sheets? Are you going to make a barrier to split the bed in half or something?" She says in a sarcastic voice. She pulls up her hair into a high ponytail.

"Well, no. Why would I do that? I'm getting the blankets so I can sleep on the floor."

"Why would you sleep on the floor, when there's a perfectly huge bed here?"