'I know I can treat you better, than he can
And any girl like you deserves a gentleman'
A girl with demons. A boy with a bad reputation. A boy soon to be corrupted.
Ivy is a girl who finds the devil at every doorstep. Demons surround her but what w...
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"We need you because we need you and your father."
The words rang through her like a bullet through flesh. The last time she had seen her father, it hadn't gone very well. He had hit her, and Finn came swooping in and rescued her from his filthy clutches.
But, somehow, she found herself wanting to see him again. Ivy wanted him to explain why he did everything he did in full detail.
The girl followed the Shelby brothers into the kitchen where Polly, Lizzie and Esme sat. Polly was slouched in the mahogany chair, a damp towel draped over her eyes. She had a hangover from yesterday's protests. Ivy giggled to herself, remembering the drunken state of the woman.
She quickly found a spare seat opposite the woman and sat down. She needed to think about what Tommy had said in more depth. The man had begun to speak and people had begun to move around the kitchen but Ivy paid no mind. She was lost in her thoughts; a mindless daydream of a fantasy she hoped would come to pass...
A happy family.
If only...
Ivy wondered what life would have been like if her parents had stayed together and her brother hadn't been pulled from her. Would it have been everything she had dreamt of? Or would have been just the same pain she had experienced with just her and her father?
No matter how many times she asked herself these questions, she would never know the answers. But if she could spend just a small amount of time with her father, maybe it wouldn't be as bad as she remembered. Maybe they would finally be able to tell the truth to each other; the whole truth.
But for now she could only dream.
"Ivy." Tommo's deep voice pulled the girl out of her day dream. "I think Miss Solomons is a little bit hungover." Lizze said with a wink as she left the room, Esme was quick behind her. Tom smirked, as did Polly. "Sorry, I was..." Ivy looked for an excuse but she was lost for words.
"Can you give me and Polly a minute?" Thomas asked. The girl hastily stood up from her chair and nodded, making her way towards the betting den. "And, Ivy," She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the man. "I'd like to speak with you once I'm finished. It's about Alfie." Ivy nodded again, slower this time before exiting the kitchen.
She made her way to her office, unsure whether or not she had uncompleted work to do. "Finn!" Ivy exclaimed as she was met with the sight of his auburn hair. He stood up from the chair that was sat neatly under her desk. "Ivy." He replied with a small smile.
Discomfort filled the room. The last time the pair had spoke, Michael had interrupted them and was slightly aggressive in his approach. But nevertheless, Ivy returned the smile and gestured for Finn to sit back in his chair.
