Married The Gangster

Chapter 3

Ivy P.O.V

The rest of the school day went just like the morning had with Wilkin shadowing my every move. At the end of school, when Wilkin and I went into the noisy hall, he ended up being surrounded by a mob of girls wanting his attention.

Some were asking why he wanted me for a girlfriend when they were so much better looking or had more experience behind closed doors.

When one girl jumped on him, wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to kiss him, he tried to pull her off him.

I knew that while he was distracted, it was my chance to get away from him, so I turned and walked away from his side.

Before I walked out of the school building, I turned to see if he was able to escape and was coming after me, but there was no sight of him.

I sighed, thinking maybe he finally understood what I had been trying to tell him all day and went off with one of those girls. This was for the best, for both of us.

As I walked home, I started thinking about what awaits me when I walk through the door.

Sometimes I wished I was able to just run away and never come back.

Most eighteen-year-girls who were being abused at home would have been long gone by now, but I had something keeping me in place.

When my grandmother died when I was ten, she left me an inheritance.

The only thing was that I would be unable to have it unless I finish high school.

I knew that if I left, I would be homeless and end up living on the streets.

That would lead to me having to drop out of school with no real future for me.

For now I was stuck in this hell for the next three months, and then I would be free to leave and go off to college to live a normal life, far away from this place.

When I had gotten to my house, I opened the door as quietly as I could so as not to alarm anyone I was home.

When I walked in through the door, I saw my stepfather, Greg, sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand but he looked asleep.

The TV was blaring so it helped drown out my arrival home, giving me a slight peace of mind as I closed the door.

I walked up the stairs to my room, hoping for a peaceful night. I closed the door behind me and looked around and let out the breath of air I was holding in.

I looked about the room and everything was just simple and had no personal touches to it.

Just a twin-size bed that sat in the middle with the headboard pushed up to the wall.

I don’t remember the last time I had slept in it, but I was thankful the bed was still made, which meant that no one else had been in it.

There was a small dresser on the other side of that against the wall. Then behind me was the closet that also hung a full length mirror. 

That was all there is in my simple room and it was perfect to me.

As I changed out of my school clothes, I turned to look in the mirror at the damage that had been done the night before. It still hurt on my left side, but I was used to the pain that I learned to ignore it.

I stood there in my undergarments examining my newly formed bruises. 

There were three purple areas that swelled up along my right side. Then on my left side there were two massive dark circles right by my rib cage.