Thug Lovin': Thug Misses Spin-off

(24.)

Ivy Booker

Neither my dad or my mom have spoken to me since the incident, and I found myself in a sad bubble of moodiness and depression. On top of all that, Tay was mad at me also because he felt as if I had overreacted and he was right. I did overreact, but I seriously don't know what had gotten into me that day. I wish I knew, but I didn't. 

"Hey." I said, approaching Tay after the dismissal bell rang. 

"What's up?" He spoke, throwing his backpack in his car. I know my dad didn't want me to see him again, but I couldn't accept that. I refused to accept that. 

"Are you still mad at me?"

"I don't know what to think of you right now, Ivy."

"I know you think that I overreacted and I agree with you, but I didn't mean for things to go that far. The relationship I have with my mom is complicated and its been that way since I was younger, and I know that isn't a good enough excuse but its the truth. I didn't just push her because she wouldn't let you stay for dinner. I pushed her because she slapped me and even though she's my mom, she hasn't been present in my life long enough to put her hands on me. You can understand that, can't you?" I questioned, trying to get him to see things from my point of view. 

"Look...I can't talk right now. I gotta get home." He said, completely brushing me off. 

"Is this your way of breaking up with me or something?" I asked him. He ignored me as he turned and got in his car, leaving me standing there, as I watched him start the car and pull off.

I shook my head and walked off, heading towards the front of the school, where Bella and Gabe were.

"Hey, did you talk to Tay?" She asked. I shook my head and sighed heavily, feeling the tears swell up in my eyes.

"I blew it." I murmured, as she wrapped her arms around me.

"He'll come around."

"I doubt it."

"Trust me...if he doesn't, then he will live to regret it. Plus, we can slash his tires and put sugar in his tank." She said, making me laugh a little. Leave it up to Bella to make me laugh when I'm feeling down. She was the best.

*

When I got home, I greeted my parents, only to be ignored by my dad as he got up and walked out of the room. He was seriously angry at me and I hated it, but that was no reason to shut me out completely. My bottom lip trembled as I hurried upstairs to my room, dashing into my closet, as I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried. My dad took my bedroom door off the hinges, so I had no privacy whatsoever, which meant that my closet was the next best thing. 

"Ivy?" I heard my little sister call out.

"Go away." I cried. She opened the closet door and crawled inside. "I really don't want to talk right now, Sariyah."

"We don't have to talk. I can just be your shoulder to cry on." She said, easing next to me. I laid my head on her shoulder and cried, as she sat there and allowed me to wet up her shirt with my tears. "Dad shouldn't treat you the way that he has been. We all make mistakes."

"It is what it is." I sniffled, wiping my tears. "I don't think I belong here. In this family...in this world."

"Ivy don't say that."

"It's just how I feel." I shrugged.

"You do belong here. TJ and I wouldn't know what to do without you, and despite the way dad is acting...he and mom love you so much." She said. She might be the baby of the family, but she was as wise as they come. 

"Thanks Riyah. I um...I have some homework to do so I'll see you at dinner." I really wanted to be alone right now, despite the suicidal thoughts I was having right about now. 

"What a coincidence! I have homework to do too, so we can do ours together."

"I really don't want to be bothered." I huffed.

"Too bad, big sis. You don't need to be alone right now, therefore...you're stuck with me." She smiled, crawling out of my closet and walking out of my room. I swear she gets on my last nerves, but I love her annoying ass to death.