Drake’s POV
I looked down at the beautiful girl in my arms. I tightened my arms around Ivy as I remembered her crying. She looked so sad and disappointed and most of all defeated. It had been the first time I had seen her cry and hopefully the last time too. It felt as if someone had ripped my heart out as I watched her cry, knowing that all I could do was hold her. What made it worse was what she had said after that. I couldn’t believe that the girl who always took on insult after insult daily, abuse after abuse, but still managed to go through the day and smile and fight back thought she was stupid. The way she had said it, it sounded as if she hated herself and was embarrassed that she had cried. Then when I had told her how smart and beautiful she was, she had failed to hide the pure shock on her face. It had been as if it was the first time someone had said that to her. She had looked so vulnerable at that moment; all I had wanted to do was grab her and hide her from the world.
Ivy stirred in her sleep, mumbling incoherent things while snuggling closer to me. I shifted a bit so that I was lying on the bed, while shifting I moved her from hugging me to lie beside me. As soon as I moved the both of us, she mumbled more things and furrowed her eyebrows and unconsciously reached out for me. I let out a low chuckle and wrapped my arm back around her while she pressed her face into my chest.
I sighed contently and watched her peaceful face as she slept. It felt so right to have her here in my arms, as if we were puzzle pieces and fit with each other. I played with a piece of her hair as I watched my beautiful mate sleep. I was so comfortable just holding her there and soon I too fell asleep right along with her.
Ivy’s POV
Warmth. Safety. That’s what I felt as soon as I started gaining consciousness. I was so comfortable and warn I didn’t want to get up. This had been the best night’s sleep I had in a long time and I didn’t want it to end. I snuggled deeper into my pillow, sighing in content. I slowly became more and more aware of where I was as I started to awake. I then seemed to become aware of where I was getting that warmth from. Drake. He was half on me, pinning me to the bed. He snored softly letting me know that he was asleep. I looked down to see that our legs were tangled together and one of his arms was wrapped around my waist while the other was under my head.
Feeling flustered I started moving away from him. Slowly I started to untangle my legs but apparently Drake didn’t like that as he shifted so that he was almost fully on top of me, not allowing me to move away from him. Sighing I relaxed back down under him, there was no way I was going to be able to get out from under him.
I was incredibly stupid; I had cried so much yesterday. It was the first time in a long time that I had cried. Drake probably thought I was a crazy lady crying my eyes out in front of him. Although, he didn’t look like he minded, he had been his usual sweet self and had held me, and when he had told me that he thought I was smart and beautiful, it had looked as if he actually thought that. It had been the first time anyone had said that to me and really, it meant a lot to me, even if I knew he hadn’t meant it. He had called me strong too, but really? If I was so strong I wouldn’t have cried that much. I know that he hadn’t meant any of it though, he was probably just trying to make me feel better. At least that’s what I think. Why would he actually think of me like that, I wish he did though. I wish that he actually believed what he said about me, I wish it was true. But the truth was, it wasn’t. I was stupid and damaged, I was pathetic and that why all these bad things happened to me, that’s why I was bullied and my own brother hated me. I was just a ---
I was cut out of my thoughts when I felt a hand caress my cheek. I looked up to see Drake staring down at me. He moved his hands up and soothed my forehead.
“Don’t think so hard, you’ll get wrinkles” he said with a slight smile
I just stared back up at him, not knowing what to say.
He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off when we heard footsteps outside of our room and what sounded like two people talking together. We both looked up at the door and saw the doorknob twisting. I pushed Drake lightly and he looked down at me, realizing what I meant. He was basically lying on top of me, we were in a hospital, the doctor was about to enter the room. He quickly pushed himself off of me just in time.
The man in a white doctor’s suit walked in talking to a nurse.
“Oh, good, you’re awake” he smiled warmly at me “Well I’m Dr. John” said the man who looked to be in his early forties. He had dark brown hair that was greying slightly, and was slightly on the chubby side. He had warm brown eyes and a smile to match it.
I just awkwardly lay there staring at him, not knowing what to do. I felt someone take my hand and knew without even looking that it was Drake. It was something about his touch, it felt as if warmth spread throughout all of my body and it made me feel safe and calm. I looked up to him and he looked down at me and smiled and squeezed my hands.
I looked back toward the doctor to see him smiling at us.
“Okey, well, Ivory, you have a slight concussion which is why you’re going to have to stay here tonight, so that we can monitor you over the next 24 hours. Also, your left arm is broken and you have bruising on your back, nothing to serious.” He told me “Do you remember what happened?” he asked me. I suddenly got really nervous, Drake must have noticed because he squeezed my hand again, and smiled reassuringly at me.
“Uhh…no, I don’t” I lied. What was I suppose to say? Oh well, I saw my abusive brother getting beat up by one of his friends, who also abuses me, and I ran to save him…uhh I think not. First of all it didn’t even make sense. Why would I save my brother even if he hurt me? And second, even if I just said that I saw them fighting and saved my brother, Jam might have told them that Nate abuses me…then what would have happened?
Dr. Jhon didn’t look like he believed me, but he let it go. “okey, well don’t worry about that.” He told me smiling again
“Thanks…..umm so when can I leave?” I asked him in a small, hesitant voice
“You’ll be able to leave tomorrow noon” he told me after checking his clipboard
“okey”
“well, I’ll leave so that you can rest” he told me as he walked out of the room.
Me and Drake just sat there in silence, but after a while Drake broke it “you do know that I’m not letting you go back home right?” he asked me
I looked at him in confusion “what do you mean?”
“Ivy, I can’t let you stay in that house if Nate hurts you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you got hurt aging because I let you stay there. I’m not ganna sit here and let you get hurt Ever again” he told me with determination in his eyes
