Heaven Sent (5 page)

scalp starts to override the pain in my

body and the fear in my heart.

He pulls back to line up with my

entrance and I begin to pray for a

miracle. I need strength to make it

through this and I need it fast.

I close my eyes and dread him

coming any closer to me. I’m so

exposed and I can’t stand him near me.

“You’re
MINE
. I’m going to mark

you in every possible way. You’ll feel

me deep down every time you even

consider fucking anyone in the future.

I’ll be with you forever. In your head.

In your memories. In fucking your

nightmares. Hell, I’ll even be in your

heart.”

His words hit me and I know he’s

dead on with how this will affect me.

This will haunt me for the rest of my life

and I can’t do anything about it.

I close my eyes just as he leans in

further to make contact. I can feel his

hardness brush against me just as I hear

pounding on the door.

“Ivy, open up!” My brain doesn’t

process who’s yelling my name, but I

don’t care who it is. I just want them to

hear me.

I manage to get out a partial

scream before Dylan covers my mouth.

That just causes the pounding to get

louder as they bust through the door.

Dylan runs from the bedroom before

Aiden manages to get in.

Aiden comes blazing into my

bedroom just as I slide off the bed into a

fetal position. It’s Aiden. Thank god!

“Where is he? I saw his car in the

parking lot.” He sounds outraged.

I can’t form a sentence. I just start

shaking my head no. Back and forth. No.

Aiden runs from the room and

does a quick scan of the house.

“He is gone. I’m calling the

police.” I burst into hysterics. I can’t

believe this is happening to me. I’m not

weak. I don’t let people push me

around.

“Hey, come here.” He says

softly. He grabs the sheet to wrap

around me and then holds me as I lean

into him to cry my eyes out. He engulfs

me in his arms and doesn’t say anything

the entire time I sob. I need him to just

be here for me. I need to let these

emotions out before I have to face

anyone.

I’m so humiliated and dirty right

now. How can I face anyone after this?

My mind is spinning in complete circles

and it takes me a long time to calm

down. I’m so thankful Aiden came when

he did. My gut twists at the thought of

what would have happened if he hadn’t.

I don’t want to go to the police with this

and relive the whole thing again, but I

know I have to. He may try to contact

me again and I’m scared to death that he

will do just that.

Aiden continues to hold me after I

quiet down. I pull away once my tears

have slowed down some and he uses his

thumbs to wipe them away.

“Ivy, we need to call the police on

that bastard.” I nod my head yes and

head to the bathroom. I look around at

the evidence of Taron and feel sick. I

want to turn back time and be wrapped

in his arms. Safe in his arms. I pull my

phone out to see if he messaged me, but

nothing. How can a night start out so

beautiful and turn out this ugly?

Taron

I should have known. She can’t be

mine. I knew that fucking cowboy had a

thing for her. I left her key on the bar.

Nothing like walking in after giving the

girl four orgasms tonight and seeing her

wrapped into the arms of another guy.

She was adamant about not sharing, and I

wasn’t gone forty-five minutes before

she filled the bed. Fuck this.

I leave the door open, just as I

found it. I peel out in the parking lot and

drive around to find a place to crash. I

will sleep in my truck tonight and then

get the hell out of this town in the

morning. I park near the bridge at the

river.

This place just brings back

memories of holding her while we

looked for Eaven. All of the stress of

this fucked up night starts to really get to

me. I get out of the truck and begin to

scream. I yell with everything inside

me. I keep going until my throat is sore

and I feel completely drained. I’m sure

that is going to be great on tour for the

first few days, but I don’t care about

anything right now.

I crawl back into the cab of my

truck and reflect on everything that

happened tonight. How could I have

missed this? I felt like we were on the

same page. I know she feels for me.

Surely she isn’t an ice queen and this

heartless. I can’t believe I let her get to

me like this.

She has ripped out my heart. I

have slowly fallen for her over the last

few months. I have turned away girl

after girl because I only have my eyes set

on her, a lot of good that did me.

I leave the river at 5:00 am and

head to my house after not sleeping a

single bit. I need alcohol. I will drink

this morning and have fun on the tour. I

won’t let her ruin me, or my time on

tour. This is supposed to be some of the

best times of our lives and I’m beginning

this trip with a fucked up head. I need to

get my head straight and cleared of Ivy.

I manage to grab what I need and

go back to my truck and drink it up. The

bus will be here in less than an hour. I

use the entire hour to get lit. I toast

every drink I take.

“To pussy! Pussy that isn’t

Ivy’s!” My thoughts shift to her panties

that I still have in my pocket. I pull the

black strings out of my pocket and wrap

them around my visor. I look at the

decorated g-string and pour an even

larger shot.

“To quiet girls without feisty

mouths.” This will be my new goal. I

need girls with no personality because I

don’t need a challenge. I decide to

forget the shot glass at this point and

start drinking straight from the bottle.

“To the king!” Sure, I’ll drink to

the king, the queen, and anyone else I can

think of at this point. Any one that can

help shift my thoughts away from her.

“What king?” I can’t even think of

a King right now. King Royal Crown

will be the king I drink to. He and Jack

are the shit anyway.

I’m trashed before I know it. I

start singing songs about heartless

bitches and I feel a little better after each

song.

Talon strolls out a little before the

time that Luke should arrive.

“What up brother?” I say with

pure clarity. He looks at me like I have

five heads.

“What the hell are you doing?

You’re drunk the morning we’re leaving

for a twenty-four hour road trip. Damn

it, Taron.”

“Oh, it will be fine. I don’t 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 let the

water beat all around me and I cry for

what feels like an hour. The water is ice

cold by the time I hear Aiden open the

door.

“Ivy, I want to help you. I just

don’t know what to do.” He continues in

with a towel. He keeps his head bowed

and never looks into the shower. God,

why can't this be Taron. Why can't

Taron be here helping me? I should

have known he would be gone before

morning without a single word.

Last night started so perfect. I try

to think about the good side of Taron and

remember how he felt when he wrapped

me in his arms. I would do anything

right now for his touch.

I barely have the energy to rise