Ivy On The Wall | Prison Romance

C5 - N

V - Rollover and Bark Bitch.

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The silence was sombre, unlike when she was with Levi where the lack of noise was partly comforting. Ivy thought over everything she could have done wrong that would call for the family lawyer's visit. Just the thought of him made her gulp. He and her father were fairly acquainted, friends even. But Ivy hated him, his appearance forced her to feel uncomfortable and the sight of the lawyer made her skin crawl.

He was a bad omen to worse comings. Always.

The guard led the way in front of her, blissfully unaware of the evil who waited for them at their destination.

Her vision grew dizzying as the repetitive hallways were blurred in one continuous line, yet Ivy's focus was so intense that she could just about make out the officer. Her heart hammered against her chest, she almost couldn't breathe from the overwhelming fear.

It wasn't long until they came across the double doors that Ivy had crossed upon arrival. It was opened by the guard to reveal the short path to the other set of double doors. The mesh fencing did little to hide the grassy yard which was now occupied by other inmates. By the sight of her without the protection of Jasper or Levi, they swarmed the fence at the opportunity to get close. Grown men crowding to even get a whiff of her scent. 

Ivy kept her head down as she carried on walking to her doom, tilting her head to the side to peer discreetly at the mesh fencing. She was so thrown off track that she didn't bother to hold her facade.

In the background, past the colossal crowding of rowdy men, she spotted a familiar head of brown hair - cut short at the sides. Kendrick. The name rang across her mind. He was facing her way, looking straight at her but not resorting to joining the crowd, only lingering in the field on his lonesome.

Huh.

The other double set of doors opened as she walked in, blocking her view of Kendrick.

Unfortunately, their arrival wasn't too time-consuming, the brisk walk made Ivy feel like she was a lamb being led to slaughter on short notice. This oddly reminded her of when her father would take her to meet him. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat which stubbornly refused to leave.

They stopped in front of a gated door which the officer unlocked with his set of keys before unlocking the next, wooden door.

It swung open to another bland room, made up with a table and two chairs. Much like an interrogation room with a mirror spanning across one of the walls. The door shut behind her as the guard left her in the room with him. The family lawyer.

He was an older man, in his mid-50s, he didn't seem like a lawyer. He was very tall like most of the men in this prison and looked to be someone who held more power than just a lawyer. He dressed in a fitted black suit with a dark, maroon tie. A matching pocket square accompanied.

Same old.

He seemed to ooze confidence and control while Ivy tried desperately to hide her seemingly irrational fear of him. Though to her, it was very rational.

She stood by the door while he stood behind the chair opposite her.

"Take a seat" He ordered in a strictly business voice, motioning to the chair closer to her. 

At least the table would be between them and they'd be in public, kind of. Letting the false insecurity guide her, she took a seat in the metal chair. The family lawyer followed suit. Sawyer Dixton.

"I'll get straight to the point" Sawyer cut through the tension with his sharp tone "You have not just been sent to prison to be taught a lesson, especially one with only men" He stated.