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need
    anyone.” He looks at me with more
    confusion than before.
    “What did you do?”
    “I just gave the best way I know
    how and what do I get? To look at a
    cowboy holding my shit! My shit! It is
    mine!”
    “Ok. Just chill and rest this off.
    I’ll talk to you about it when you make
    fucking sense. I can’t understand your
    rambling.”
    Talon pulls my bags out of the
    back end of my truck and puts them next
    to his. Holden bursts out the door just as
    the bus arrives. I see Eaven on the porch
    looking sad. Talon runs to her and they
    make me want to throw up. I had
    imagined that being Ivy as I left her
    apartment. I would have held her tight
    and assured her that I would be back. I
    would have reminded her that I would
    wait to get back to her and would have
    stayed focused on music and not pussy,
    unless it was hers.
    “Time to roll!” I yell at Talon as I
    finish locking up everything. I toss my
    keys to Eaven and tell her to throw them
    in my room.
    I claim the back end of the bus and
    flop down on the only bed worth lying
    on. This bus is much nicer than our party
    bus, but it still sucks ass to ride in
    constantl y. This ride is going to be
    torture. I pull out my phone and look at
    the picture of Ivy and I from last night. It
    just pisses me off. I throw my phone into
    the wall and watch it land on the floor.
    “What the hell, Taron. Break
    something and I will kick your ass.”
    Luke barges in and tosses my phone back
    to me.
    The screen is shattered. Fuck.
    “What’s your problem? This is
    supposed to be fun, don’t make me put
    you through anger management lessons.”
    I just glare at him. I will not be
    sharing my problems with this asshole.
    “I’ll be fine. Just take care of your
    damn self.”
    He leaves me and I check my
    phone to see if it still works. Oh, it
    does. The picture of us is more perfect
    than ever because now it’s covered in
    cracked glass. Isn't that just ironic.

    ~Four~
    Ivy

    The police finally arrive and I
    have to relive the situation over and
    over. I have to tell them that I had
    consensual sex with Taron tonight and a
    rape kit will only show evidence of
    him. They take pictures of the marks on
    my wrists, back, and cheek. My cheek
    bone is swelling and the pressure is
    beginning to hurt.
    They don’t find evidence of how
    he entered the apartment, so they suspect
    he has a key. The only forced entry was
    the front door that Aiden busted through.
    They won't let Aiden in the room
    with me when I give my statement. I feel
    disgusting and alone. I can't quit
    shivering and my stomach is twisted in
    knots. I get sick multiple times before
    they release me. Aiden is in the hall and
    hugs me the instant he sees me.
    “I am so proud of you for going to
    the police. I am so sorry you had to do
    this alone. Should we call Eaven or her
    parents?”
    “No, I don’t want to worry them. I
    just want to go… I don’t know where,
    but I want to leave here.” I say through
    the little ounce of voice I have.
    “I will take you to our apartment.
    Macy will be there.”
    “I can't tell anyone about this,
    Aiden.”
    “What? You have to. You have to
    let them know what he did to you in case
    he comes around again.”
    “Can we talk about this in the
    morning? I just want to scrape this
    disgusting feeling off of my skin.”
    “Ok. We will talk in the mornin'.”
    “Thank you for everything.”
    “Always.”

    We get to his apartment and I am
    thankful that his sister, Macy, is already
    in bed. I am not ready to talk about it
    with anyone. He shows me the shower
    and I turn the hot water on all the way. I
    stand there and let my skin burn. I take
    some of his soap and the smell of man
    surrounds me.
    I start to gag, so I jump out in time
    to hit the toilet before I throw up. My
    emotions take over and my tears begin
    rushing again. I’m hugging the toilet and
    water is pouring off of me. I step back
    in the shower and crouch to the floor
    tucking my knees under my chin. I