Ivy League

Jay (Unedited)

Jay’s POV

Ivy worried me when she was tossing and turning in bed, her sleep was so wrestles and her face was twisted with anger and pain.

Ive’s voice cried out into the still air, begging her nightmare not to kill her. My mind tormented me with the images of her body convulsing in fear will never leave my mind.

"ivy baby wake up." 

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” I said avoiding looking at the ragged scars that covered her entire frame. It made me angry seeing the marks, who could hurt such a beautiful girl.

“Well we really didn’t inspect each other’s bodies last time we got naked together did we?” Ivy replied bitterly. It's nothing."

“It’s beautiful.” I said, prying for more information.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom.” She replied getting up and wrapping herself up in her  robe. 

“Sorry about that.” she said.

“It’s okay. How did you sleep?” i asked,

“Alright I guess.”

“It didn’t seem like a peaceful sleep to me, you tossed and turned a lot, not to mention cried out a few times.”

“Sometimes I don’t sleep well. Nightmares.”

“You kept crying out for someone to not kill you and to stop hurting you.” I said sitting up, “It didn’t sound like a plain old nightmare to me.”

“Maybe you should go,” She said picking up the stray clothes on the floor.

“Ive, don’t push me away.” I begged.

“Seriously Jay, get out.” She pointed to the door. “I don’t need you prying into my life. We aren’t anything special; you aren’t my boyfriend, fucking leave.”

Walking down the footpath, using the walk home to clear my mind. This woman will be my undoing.  There was no way I would be able to get her off my mind.

I gave Ivy some space before i tried to speak to her again. She isgnored my many phone calls, i know i'm being annoying but i'm getting desperate.

Tapping on the familiar front door i wait for it to open,

"Can i help you?" 

"Hey, Joan, right?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Jay, listen Ivy isn't answering my phone calls and i need to talk to her."

"I know who you are," she replied, "I'm sorry, you can't see her right now."

"Why not?"

"She can't see anyone right now."

"Well, when can i see her?" 

"She's not up for visitors and i'm not sure when she will be." Joan replied. 

"Is she okay? please just let me know that."

"I honestly don't know," Joan said leaning against the doorway, "She's barely left her room, wokring from home on the shop, she's always on the phone to my sister about the stock and making sure everything's okay. Ivy won't admit that she's actually doing work, she claims that she's letting Steph do all the work for her. She stays up till odd hours of the night on her blog updating it. I only ever really know how she is if i check her blog, she's working herself to the bone." 

i pulled the letter out of my back pocket,

"Can you please make sure she gets this for me?" i ask,