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Authors: Vera Calloway

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              Asher kneeled slowly, his hand creeping towards his calf, where he’d strapped his gun. Even though I knew the reason he walked around armed, it didn’t make it any less unnerving.

              “Ivy?” a familiar voice called out, and a figure materialized in the full glow of the light. My hand flew to Asher’s shoulder, stopping his movements.

              It couldn’t be. What was he doing here? I hadn’t seen him since he’d testified in court that day.

              “Devin?” I gasped.

              My ex-boyfriend’s best friend.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Seventeen

                          
 
Revelations

 

 

 

My ex-boyfriend's best friend was standing outside my front door, hands stuffed in his pockets and gaze directed at the ground. Asher's expression was stony, but I could detect the underlying current of curiosity and suspicion.

"Hey, Ivy," Devin's lip curled into a half-smile.

Devin and I had never been close. He wasn't bad, he just hadn't seemed important compared to what had been happening at the time. He'd testified for me in court, testified against his very best friend. After the sentencing, we'd gone our separate ways. He returned to college while I attempted to piece back any semblance of a normal life.

"What are you doing here?" I breathed.

He cleared his throat, his eyes flashing to Asher for a minute. "I need to talk to you about something. It's important."

The "in private" add-on was implied. I started towards him when I felt Asher's hand wind around my elbow tightly.

"I'm not leaving."

"Asher," I sighed, tugging my elbow from his grasp. He let me. "This is private, okay?"

He stared back at me, unwavering. Sometimes, like now, it hit me anew how comfortable I'd become with a person who, quite frankly, terrified the majority of the population. Asher Grayson was not somebody who took no for an answer, or else he wouldn't be where he was today.

"You owe me, angel," he murmured. "You wouldn't want to be in debt to me."

That-ugh! My irritation, which had been dormant for awhile, flared brightly.

"              Is this guy bothering you, Ivy?" Devin interjected, stepping forward.

Asher sent him a look that was downright terrifying.

" No, it's okay. He's...a friend. You can say what you need to say in front of him," I gave up. "Let's head inside. It's cold."

Unlocking the door, I flicked on lights as I walked, illuminating the house. Devin and Asher settled in the living room, as far away as possible. "I'm going to go check on Jodi," I informed them, already climbing the stairs. "I'm not cleaning any blood off the floor."

Jodi's nursery was my favorite room in the entire house. It was painted a dreamy lavender color, and silver stars were tacked on the walls. It oozed childish innocence and joviality.

Peeking into the crib, I felt a tenseness in my shoulders relax at the welcome sight of the familiar head of blond curls. Jodi snuffled, curling into a tighter ball around her Minnie Mouse, pink lips puckering.

Planting a breezy kiss on her forehead, I returned downstairs with heavy feet. What could Devin possibly have to tell me? Everything that needed to be said and done between us had concluded a year and a half ago. There was only one thing important enough that would send him in search of me, and I desperately prayed that my fears were unfounded.

Devin and Asher were glaring at each other, and I noticed that Asher's hand was resting near his calf. Did he always sit this way, with a hand ready to aim a gun, all the time? Seating myself on the couch, across from Devin, I inhaled deeply. A ball of dread and trepidation curled into the pit of my stomach. I had my back to Asher, and he relocated to the armchair so he could keep a better eye on me and Devin.

              "What's wrong, Devin?" I skipped the pleasantries. Neither of us wanted to go through painful how-do-you-do's when it was obvious it was useless.

              He kneaded his forehead and licked his lips. He met my eyes, and it was impossible to miss the sadness and worry in them.

"He's out, Ivy. They let him out."

My world, which up until that point had somehow righted itself, was flipped over again. The corner of my vision darkened, and my lungs constricted. I couldn't breathe. I bent over in the chair, arms wrapping protectively around my chest.

Distantly, I heard my name being called frantically, but I couldn't respond.

No no no! This can't be happening! Oh God, please no. Not again. It's supposed to be over
.

My fear and despair morphed into rage, and I stood, startling Asher, who'd been hovering over me. At this point, I barely registered his presence.

"How can he be out, Devin? How? He got three years, and it's been one!" I shrieked.

Devin was standing now too, his hands outstretched, placating. Part of me felt guilty that he was the one who had to unload this on me and bear the consequences, but I didn't care.

"They deemed him mentally fit, Ivy! Somehow, he managed to convince them that he didn't belong there. Good behavior, I don't know! He didn't get a prison sentence, remember? His asshole parents hired a lawyer that convinced the judge and jury that he was unstable." Devin was pacing, his hands rubbing together rapidly.

"So he convinced them he wasn't crazy? After everything he did?" I was besides myself, and tears threatened to spill over.

Devin quit his movements and let his hands hang at his sides. "I'm so sorry, Ivy," he whispered.

The pity and sorrow in his eyes i undid me. My knees gave out, and a pair of strong arms encircled me, holding me upright. I buried my face in Asher's chest as I was wracked by sob after sob.

"I think you should go," Asher spoke to Devin. "She can't handle anything else tonight."

There were a few minutes of silence, and then the sound of the front door clicking to a close.

Somehow, I ended up on the couch, curled into a ball on Asher's lap, my hands clutching his shirt as my tears soaked into his jacket. He smoothed my hair rhythmically, murmuring quietly in my ear, but I couldn't decipher what he was saying.

When I quieted, I noted my situation. My forehead and hands were pressed into a strong, muscular chest, and I was on Asher' lap. Instead of feeling mortified, or embarrassed, I merely flicked my gaze up to him emotionlessly and said, "Sorry about your shirt. I'll get you a new one."

Scooting off his lap, I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to disappear into myself.

Asher made a noise that sounded close to a growl. "I don't give a damn about the shirt, Ivy! Are you okay?"

"Did you get what you wanted Asher? Are we even now?" my voice was dead, no inflection.

Don't take it out on him. He doesn't deserve it.

But I couldn't help it. The words just kept coming. It was like I wanted to hurt him. Make him feel as much pain as much as I was feeling. "You can run off and tell your friends that their theories are right. I
am
crazy. Or am I? Who knows?"

The familiar tangle of confusion in my head and the aching emptiness in my chest hovered, just beneath the surface. The claw of self-loathing, of hatred, of bitterness. Everything I thought I'd left behind.

Asher grabbed my hands, forcing me to meet his eyes. "Stop it. Whatever you're doing, whatever you're telling yourself-cut it out. None of it is true."

"How would you know?" I whispered. "I don't know."

"Because I know you," his reply came instantly. "Don't let anyone do this to you, angel."

When I didn't reply, he looked away, his cobalt eyes swimming with guilt. "I'm so sorry. I should never have forced my being here on you."

Asher barely ever apologized. And ironically, every time he had, it was because he'd triggered something in me that had built up to this massive meltdown.

How do I say that his being here is the only thing keeping me sane?

An overwhelming urge to tell him everything had me opening my mouth and shutting it repeatedly. I didn't want him to think differently of me, to be horrified once he knew. It would change things between us. It would let my past contaminate one of the few untainted aspects of my life.

But I had to at least tell him the basics. I'd learned a long time ago that hiding information could harm you in the long run.

Even kill you.

With that in mind, I waited until Asher met my gaze before I took a few shallow breaths and spoke quietly, fighting to keep my voice from shaking.

"His name was Jared."

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eighteen

     Confessions and Glazed Donuts

             

 

 

As I prepared to divulge some of my past to Asher, I suddenly wished I’d eaten more. This rollercoaster of a weekend deserved at least a Pop Tart.

              “Ivy?” Asher roused me from my thoughts. I couldn’t look at him. What would he think after I told him? Would he change his mind about me? It was a good thing then, I suppose, that his opinion of me was already so low.

              What I knew I wouldn’t tell him was what happened that night. The night everything flew to hell. My parents had sent me to every time of therapist and psychiatrist in the book; they couldn’t get the details out of me. And I intended to keep it that way.

              Lifting my head to meet his vivid cobalt eyes, I took a deep breath.

              “His name is Jared Kale. We met when I was a sophomore at Darwin. He was a senior, captain of the football team, popular. He was like the perfect catch,” I fought to keep the bitterness from leaking into my voice, but I doubt it worked. Unable to stand the tension, I looked down at my hands, away from the man sitting next to me.

              “Jared asked me out halfway through my sophomore year. I was ecstatic. The popular, athletic senior asking the invisible sophomore out? Of course I said yes. We started dating, and after a month, he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

              I swallowed, banishing the memories. It would be useless if I couldn’t talk clinically, detached from the emotion. 

              “Our relationship became more and more serious, and I started noticing little things about him. He was always unhappy when I wanted to hang out with my friends. He would always scare away any other guy who tried to speak to me.

              “He graduated, and bought his own apartment, and we started spending time there, barely ever going out like normal couples. We were co-dependant. I stopped seeing my friends, spending time with my family. Jared became my life. The only person he ever allowed near me on his side was Devin, and that was because they were practically brothers.”

             
And yet he testified against him, because being brothers doesn’t mean one of you can’t be a horrific, grotesque example of a human being.

              Asher was silent. I was afraid to peek at him, see how he was absorbing all of this. Clearing my throat, I continued. “My parents hated him. I pretty much lived with him, and I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was morphing into a completely different person. I was changing. It only got worse the first time he hit me, though.”

              A sharp inhalation of air accompanied my confession. I plowed on. “It became a pattern. He’d throw me against a wall, break a vase over my head, punch me- I think he also dragged me across his living room by my hair once because I wanted to go see my parents and he thought I was going to meet a guy. After he did whatever he did, he’d apologize. He’d beg me not to leave him, sob that I was his only reason for being.”

              “Why did you stay with him?” Asher spoke for the first time, his voice carefully neutral. I resented his ability to sound calm when he wanted to. It was a quality I seriously lacked.

              I curled into an even tighter ball. “Because it wasn’t all bad times. We’d given each other everything, and…he needed me. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I was aware what type of relationship I was in. And at first, before he muddled my mind, I intended to leave him.

              “The next day, I found him sprawled on the kitchen floor surrounded by empty bottles of pills. He’d tried to kill himself,” I laughed quietly. “The paramedics said he hadn’t taken a lethal dose, but it was close. So I stayed. And after a while, I forgot that this wasn’t the norm. I forgot that it could be different. I forgot myself to him. I thought everyone had to cover their bruises before school. I thought everyone was used to keeping a bag of ice handy. I thought everyone got called a slut, a useless waste of air, fat, dumb, you take a pick. ”

              Here, I had to be careful. I couldn’t let slip what really happened that night. “One day, I woke up in the hospital. The doctors had searched my body and found signs of abuse. Bruises, you know, and I think I had a fractured wrist. My parents and brothers were hysterical, and the police arrested Jared. I tried to deny it, but by then it was too late. My parents could do the math. We were taken to court, and Jared’s parents bought him the best lawyers money could buy. They didn’t do it for Jared, they did it so their
precious
reputation wouldn’t be ruined. Although Devin testified for me, telling them about the time he’d walked in on Jared burning me with a hot poker and his interactions with Jared, his lawyers managed to plead insanity and send Jared to a cushy psychiatric center.”

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