Heaven Sent (13 page)

room with him in tow.

I move to follow her out of the

room and Ivy pulls me back. “You have

to let her do her thing. She doesn’t need

you interfering. She is a big girl and

doesn’t need a big bad cousin to twat

block her.” I cringe as I think about

what Ivy is saying, but I decide to back

off. Lilly will always be someone we

want to protect and it will take some

getting used to, but I do need to let her

have fun on these tours as well. I make a

mental note to watch out for her without

interfering in her decisions unless she

gets completely out of control.

We move to our room and we

aren’t even in the door before we are

stripping down to our naked selves. I

love to watch her being confident again.

I let her control everything so that I don’t

push her too far before she is ready. She

drops to her knees right inside the door

and I lean back against the wall while

she works her magic on me. It’s not long

and I have to move her to the bed to

make sure I can show her pleasure

before she ruins me.

I begin to travel over her body, but

she rushes me to enter her. Our

movements are so in sync and we look

into each other’s eyes the entire time

until right before we both release. I

collapse onto her and pull her into my

arms not letting go as I move to her side.

We continue to kiss until our breathing

has slowed enough to relax into each

other’s arms.

I can honestly say that I have now

made love for the first time in my life. I

know because of the feelings that I have

right now. This means something. How

many times have I been in this position

without any emotional connection?

Every time it wasn’t with Ivy it lacked

the connection we have. This brings a

whole new aspect of sex that I’m

prepared to explore with her as often as

possible.

~Eleven~

Taron

It’s been a couple of weeks now

on tour. Ivy is healing everyday and I

couldn’t be happier than I am in my life

right now. There is still no sign of

Dylan and the cops haven’t located him.

Ivy makes everyday so eventful

and our sex life is off the charts. She

seems to be enjoying the lifestyle. Our

show tonight is packed and I can’t help

but love the spotlight when I’m out

there. We don’t party every night like

everyone would think. Some nights we

are on the road so quickly to hit the next

stop that we don’t have time to mix with

the fans. We have booked some smaller

venues that we are the only band going to

in between the nights we have to cover

for Beckoning Reality. This will help

us branch out on our own. So far the

venues are selling out completely when

we go out on our own. I’m hoping this

means we can be on our own soon..

Tonight’s show is packed and we

are all pretty relaxed about our concerts

now. I enjoy Ivy’s company until the last

possible minute that I have to take the

stage. The band right before us travels

to most of the same concerts we do and

it’s pretty bad ass to watch them rock out

and get more attention each night just

like we are.

When it’s time to make our way to

the stage I leave her off the side with

Eaven. I notice the girls start to move

through the audience as the flash to each

of their cameras flicker in the darkness.

I’ve seen some of her pictures and I

know she has a passion for photography

and I can’t wait to see what she comes

up with. She has a brilliant way of

capturing us in a way that no one else

has except Eaven. Those two work

together to come up with all of our

promotional material.

I notice her stop to talk to a guy

and watch security quickly move in. She

follows security back after the strange

guy hands her something. I notice her

stop

mid

step and by now I’m

completely

focused

on

her

body

language. She’s in shock about

something and I’m glad that I know my

music well enough to sing this song

without thought because my mind is not

in this song.

The security guard moves her back

to the side stage and I finally see her

face. She looks horrified. I’m near the

end of the song and I can’t fucking take it

anymor e. I walk off stage and move

through the crew until I’m standing in

front of Ivy.

“What is it?” I grab her arms and

snap in desperation. “What did he give

y o u ? ” She hands me a small folded

piece of paper. I open it and all

rationality leaves my head. I wrap her in

my arms and yell a demand for security

to come.

“Get head of security here now.

What the fuck? Why did you let him near

her? Get the hell out of my sight.” I

glance down at the picture of Dylan

standing over my naked Ivy. He’s

holding her arms behind her back and

reaching for the button to his jeans. The

w o r d
M I NE
across the bottom of the

picture sends my head spinning.

“Mother Fucker!” I hate this asshole.

I hear Luke and Lilly revving up

the guitars to keep the crowd pleased.

Talon will join in soon.

Our manager is quickly in my

face. “What are you doing? Get out

there, NOW.”

“Go to hell. I’m not going

anywhere.”

“Do it, or this is the last show for

Rebel Walking. I’ve already covered

for you for two shows on this tour.”

“She needs me now.”

“I’m sure your lil honey can wait

til tonight.” I fight the urge to punch him

straight in the face until Ivy pulls away

from me.

“Go Taron. We’ll deal with this

when you’re done.”

By this time Eaven is pushing her

way through. She stops when she sees

my face. Her look changes instantly and

she rushes to enclose Ivy in her arms.

I’m struggling right now. How do I walk

away from her? How do I let my band

down? I pull the two of them in tight and

whisper to Ivy. “I’ll be right there.

Don’t move from this spot. Eaven, stay

with her.” I turn to meet face to face

with the head of security.

“Don’t let them out of YOUR

fucking sight. NO ONE gets near 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 this will hurt him. I know I’ll

break my own heart in the process, but I

have to do this. He has a future with no

boundaries and if I stay here, he will

ruin it all.

“We’ll find him. I’m going to talk

to Holden to see if he can get some of his

friends to help with security. I want to

know that you’re safe at all times.” I let

him talk and plan. I don’t have the

energy to stop him. He would unleash

his stubbornness on me and I can’t fight

with him right now.

T he stress of everything has me

feeling nauseated. I try to retain it, but

hell has no sympathy for me. I rush to

the tiny bathroom and fall to my knees. I

feel him behind me and hear the water

running. He gathers my hair and places a

cold rag on my neck. He kneels beside

me, holding my hair, until I finish.

It’s going to kill this guy when I

walk away. It’s going to kill me.

I use the extra wash cloth to wipe

my face and begin to get up. “You need

to rest.”