them.
Do
you
understand these
rules?
Someone needs to call the police.” His
nod doesn’t appease me.
I hold the picture in my hand and
turn to the stage. Luke and Lilly look at
me and there’s no doubt I wear my
emotions in my face. They know I’m
pissed off.
I sing the rest of the songs for our
show. I watch Ivy try real hard to
compose herself, but how can she? How
can she get over something like this?
The instant the last song is over, I rush to
Ivy. Here I find myself wanting to take
away her hurt and I can’t do anything to
comfort her.
There’s mass confusion after the
concert and I just want to get her out of
here. The police arrive and we move to
a room to get privacy. They take our
information and I hand over the fucking
picture that will be forever burned in my
head. MINE .
The security guards had retained
the guy who gave her the picture. We
find out that he is an idiot who agreed to
deliver it for five hundred dollars and a
promise of another payment after he
delivered. He won’t be getting his
money because he’s going in to lock up
for delivering it. The scene was
obviously a forced sexual situation and
Ivy withers away the more she has to
relive it. It’s bad enough that she has to
tell the entire story again so that these
officers can get the history, but now she
has a visual of what the scene looked
like.
We
finally
finish
with
our
statements and get security to escort us to
the bus. Our tour requires us to drive
overnight to another show tomorrow
night. I walk with her tucked in my arm
until we reach the room I’ve claimed in
the back of the bus. I hold her. I don’t
know what else to do, but hold her. I
can’t stand the fact that there is nothing I
can do to help her. I silently vow to find
him and remove this threat to her. I ease
us over to the bed and slide back until I
have her cradled. Her tears haven’t
stopped, but I’ll be here when they do.
Ivy
What is happening? How did he
know where to find me? He must know
that I’m on tour with Taron. Dylan is
obviously not going to give up. I can’t
stay on tour and be a constant distraction
to Taron. My mind can’t comprehend a
different plan right now though.
I can’t get over the picture that guy
handed to me. It’s not as if the picture in
my head isn’t enough. Now I have a
visual memory of what it looked like to
someone else.
I feel myself slipping further into
numbness. It’s easier to be numb than to
feel like the filth I feel like right now.
My tears don’t quit falling until
sometime in the darkness of the night.
His arms are still squeezing me
tight. I know he’s awake because of the
kisses he places on my head every once
in a while. He’s officially seen me at
my worst. In the most horrible moment
in my life and the one moment where I
had zero control of what was happening.
How can I get over this?
Thoughts of his manager yelling at
him remind me how much he has to lose
with me being here. I can’t be the reason
he walks away from his future. Who can
I turn to? Who else can help me? Aiden
is the only person that comes to mind
outside of Eaven.
I know Taron won’t let me go
easily. I’m going to have to force him to
let me go. This will be ugly, but I need
to cut him free.
I ease out of bed and stumble to
the bathroom. I pull my cell phone out
and text the only person I can think of to
help.
Ivy: I need you.
Aiden: What’s wrong?
Ivy: Dylan made contact. I need to leave
Taron. Can you come get me?
Aiden: On my way.
Ivy: Thx
Aiden: Always
I brace myself for this day. It’s
still dark, but it won’t be for long. I
know what I have to do.
I open the door and come face to
face with the man I love. The man I love
enough to walk away from before I drag
him down.
“You ok?”
“I’m better.” I walk into his arms
because I want to cherish these last few
hours. Tears fill my eyes thinking about
how much
Do
you
understand these
rules?
Someone needs to call the police.” His
nod doesn’t appease me.
I hold the picture in my hand and
turn to the stage. Luke and Lilly look at
me and there’s no doubt I wear my
emotions in my face. They know I’m
pissed off.
I sing the rest of the songs for our
show. I watch Ivy try real hard to
compose herself, but how can she? How
can she get over something like this?
The instant the last song is over, I rush to
Ivy. Here I find myself wanting to take
away her hurt and I can’t do anything to
comfort her.
There’s mass confusion after the
concert and I just want to get her out of
here. The police arrive and we move to
a room to get privacy. They take our
information and I hand over the fucking
picture that will be forever burned in my
head. MINE .
The security guards had retained
the guy who gave her the picture. We
find out that he is an idiot who agreed to
deliver it for five hundred dollars and a
promise of another payment after he
delivered. He won’t be getting his
money because he’s going in to lock up
for delivering it. The scene was
obviously a forced sexual situation and
Ivy withers away the more she has to
relive it. It’s bad enough that she has to
tell the entire story again so that these
officers can get the history, but now she
has a visual of what the scene looked
like.
We
finally
finish
with
our
statements and get security to escort us to
the bus. Our tour requires us to drive
overnight to another show tomorrow
night. I walk with her tucked in my arm
until we reach the room I’ve claimed in
the back of the bus. I hold her. I don’t
know what else to do, but hold her. I
can’t stand the fact that there is nothing I
can do to help her. I silently vow to find
him and remove this threat to her. I ease
us over to the bed and slide back until I
have her cradled. Her tears haven’t
stopped, but I’ll be here when they do.
Ivy
What is happening? How did he
know where to find me? He must know
that I’m on tour with Taron. Dylan is
obviously not going to give up. I can’t
stay on tour and be a constant distraction
to Taron. My mind can’t comprehend a
different plan right now though.
I can’t get over the picture that guy
handed to me. It’s not as if the picture in
my head isn’t enough. Now I have a
visual memory of what it looked like to
someone else.
I feel myself slipping further into
numbness. It’s easier to be numb than to
feel like the filth I feel like right now.
My tears don’t quit falling until
sometime in the darkness of the night.
His arms are still squeezing me
tight. I know he’s awake because of the
kisses he places on my head every once
in a while. He’s officially seen me at
my worst. In the most horrible moment
in my life and the one moment where I
had zero control of what was happening.
How can I get over this?
Thoughts of his manager yelling at
him remind me how much he has to lose
with me being here. I can’t be the reason
he walks away from his future. Who can
I turn to? Who else can help me? Aiden
is the only person that comes to mind
outside of Eaven.
I know Taron won’t let me go
easily. I’m going to have to force him to
let me go. This will be ugly, but I need
to cut him free.
I ease out of bed and stumble to
the bathroom. I pull my cell phone out
and text the only person I can think of to
help.
Ivy: I need you.
Aiden: What’s wrong?
Ivy: Dylan made contact. I need to leave
Taron. Can you come get me?
Aiden: On my way.
Ivy: Thx
Aiden: Always
I brace myself for this day. It’s
still dark, but it won’t be for long. I
know what I have to do.
I open the door and come face to
face with the man I love. The man I love
enough to walk away from before I drag
him down.
“You ok?”
“I’m better.” I walk into his arms
because I want to cherish these last few
hours. Tears fill my eyes thinking about
how much
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