A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter fyi
"So… let's go over this again." Henry had a tight grip on Ivy's arm, she winced and tried to pull away. "You didn't do anything with him?"
Ivy shook her head, though the grip on her arm tightened. "Henry let go of me." She said quietly, not making eye contact. He pushed her down onto the bed. Ivy backed away, "Henry…" She whispered in a warning tone. "I don't want to do this anymore. I want you to go away and leave me and Landon alone." Her voice cracked, as she slowly got off the bed. Henry glared and pushed her back down again.
"NO!" He yelled. Ivy looked at the door trying to figure out a way to escape but it was already too late.
Derek sat in his room, lying in bed trying to figure out how to help Ivy. He couldn't let her stay with that monster. How could someone ever think of striking someone so beautiful as Ivy, or any woman in general. He blamed himself for everything that was happening. He should of found a way to work it out with Ivy.
Just as he was about to get himself some coffee there was a light knock on the door. He opened it quickly, to see Ivy standing in the shadows. "Ivy?" He looked at her more closely, still in a bit of shock that she was there. Landon was wrapped in a blanket, sleeping in her arms. "Come in." He took Landon in one arm and put another around her, helping her inside. "Give me a second, I'll go put Landon in his bed." Derek walked off and put Landon in his bed. Making sure he was safe before running back to check on Ivy. She stood right where he left her, there was some blood that had dried still on her face.
"Bloody hell Ivy what happened?" He walked over to her getting a better look at her face. Her eye was almost swollen shut, the other was blood shot. "Ivy talk to me." He was concerned. He had no clue what that monster did to her this time, but he was going to pay for what he did. Ivy opened her mouth to speak but fell into Derek's arms. "Wooh, Ivy." He lifted her up in his arms and took her into his room, gently placing her in his bed. His heart broke as he saw what Henry did to her. Her lip was swollen and cut open, her head had another cut that had just finally stopped bleeding. Dried blood was caked in her hair. He went and got a warm wash cloth and slowly wiped the blood off her face. He was going to kill Henry, or at least beat him within an inch of his life for what he had done. He didn't care if he got a lawsuit for it. Henry was a dead man.
