I don't own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. I only own Ivy, her mom, dad and Abby.
Chapter 6
I don't really know what was going on any more, I think in all honesty it had all become a bit much. Everything just seemed like a giant mass of information and pure confusion, it was intangible. I mean with Scott being a werewolf and my mom hiding things from me, I just felt lost. I felt like I was drowning under it all, a sort of slow painful death. I felt like I was letting everyone down, and I defiantly wasn't in the running to receive a daughter of the year award. As with my relationship with Scott, I just don't know. I mean don't get me wrong I love Scott, it's just complicated. Ever since Derek sort of joined up with them, I just don't feel right. He's not the Derek I knew as a child, this one was cold and distant. Yep, I was defiantly confused.
So here I was on a Friday evening sitting in my room doing fuck all. I mean I was eating but my eyes were fixed on the bare wall in front of me. My mom had left to go have dinner with some of the other teachers so it was just me, by myself. I really didn't know what I was going to do. I mean I could watch TV but no, the ad breaks really annoyed me and I had seen every film I owned. So being the person I was I just sat there looking at the blank wall until the phone rang, and by god did I leg it out of my room. When I answered it, it was my dad.
"Dad, how are you?" I smiled, glad to hear from my dad, it felt like ages since we last spoke. That was more due to the fact that he was really only talking to mom so...well yeah those conversations didn't last long. I hopped onto the counter. I heard my dad chuckle down the line. "I'm good sweetie, how are you? God I haven't talked to you in a while."
I'm as good as good can be at the moment, mom and I aren't really talking." I replied, then I heard my dad sigh and I just knew that he was not calling to talk to me but for mom. " She's not home right now, try calling back at 5 tomorrow. Bye dad." I heard him call my name once before I hung up the phone. I was really losing people left, right and centre. Although most of them may have been my fault but still, could he just not have talked to me. It's the least he could do since I hadn't seen him in years.
I slid off the counter placing the phone back on its stand. I sighed deeply, resting my head on the counter. I just needed a moment to calm down, and the cold granite offered me comfort. After a minute or two I decided to head back up to my room but there was a knock on the door. I threw back my head in exasperation and swung it open to reveal a shocked Abby. "Fuck! You scared the crap out of me." She replied stepping into my house looking rather dressed up.
"What are you doing here?" I asked shutting the door and dragging her up to my room. Immediately she threw open my wardrobe, searching through all my clothes. "Well my depressed friend your mood has not gone unnoticed by Greenberg and I and well, we need to fix it. So since you have clearly been ignoring your phone, I had to come down to tell you that our dear Greenberg is throwing a party and you better get your ass to his house." She smiled and I smiled back, I could enjoy a party...oh what the fuck was I even thinking I really needed to escape. She threw a pair of black skinny jeans and me and a white lace crop top, before ushering me into the bathroom to get changed. I emerged 20 minutes later after applying a but of make-up. "You look hot! Now put on the fucking heels so we can go, I can't imagine how bored Greenberg is sitting in the car." I slipped on my heels grabbing my leather jacket as we left the house.
Sure enough Greenberg was indeed sitting in the car looking...well rather bored. "Thank god, I was about to leave without you two." He smiled hugging me. He started up the car and began to drive...and that was when Abby pulled out a bottle of vodka, passing it to me.
"Oh I love you Abs, I don't think I tell you that enough." I smiled taking the bottle and taking a gulp, hissing a little at the after taste... to be fair I was more of a rum kind of person. She smirked at me grabbing my shoulders, a mischievous look on her face. " Oh Ivy, this is going to be fun." When she said that, I did not doubt that this was going to be a fun night. She brought her lips to my ear, " None of the boys will be able to keep their eyes off you, I know I wouldn't if I was a guy. I swear though if my boyfriend starts to hit on you, please punch him for me." I smiled at her nodding.
The car journey was fun, with the 3 of us delivering the best rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody anyone had ever heard, and by the time we got to Greenberg people were already arriving. He quickly shut the car off and opened the house to let people in. I caught his wrist before he went inside, " How the fuck did you end up with the house to yourself?" I asked in disbelief, he smirked. "My parents have gone to visit my sister at Cal Tech, they'll be gone for a few days. Now get into the house!" He laughed as he threw me over his shoulder, not letting me down until we were in the kitchen.
He pulled open the fridge chucking a beer at me. Beer wasn't really my kind of drink. I looked at him a little funny until he chucked over a bottle of cider, now he was talking." I popped the caps handing him the beer. He raised his beer clanking the glass off mine, " To parties," he spoke. "...and great friends!" I added. I chugged mine before skipping off dragging Greenberg behind me, to where the music was playing. I shrugged off the leather jacket and his eyes went a little wide. " Well fuck... I would totally fuck you." He stated, with his usual smirk. "Maybe not tonight." I smirked back, and he enveloped me in a hug, which I returned. Once we broke apart most of the lacrosse players were making there way over to us, and among them was attractive Porter. They came up and Porter pulled me close to him, his way of saying wanna have a little fun.
"Hey Moore how have you been? Actually I don't care I would much rather rip your clothes off." he whispered in my ear. The funny thing was usually I would be up for that kind of fun but, I think I really just wanted to hang out with my friends. "Not tonight... look I just want to hang out with my friends." I whispered back. I went to move back to where Greenberg and Abby were but Porter pulled me harshly back towards him, "What is your problem Moore?" He spat, I hissed as his grip grew tighter on my wrist, this was not happening. "Let go." I replied, his grip released a little and I ripped me wrist free, "Stay away from me."
I went over to Greenberg letting him know I was going to step outside for a few minutes. I pushed open the back door and sat down on a bench that was facing the very back of the garden. I took a deep breath and put my head between to catch my breath. I hadn't been expecting that. Werewolf's I could do, men displaying aggressive actions towards me I couldn't deal with. A part of me felt like crying and the other half wanted to walk in and punch his shitty face repeatedly. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't really registered the arrival of the person beside me. I was glad that it was only Danny, I'm not sure I could deal with it being the others.
"Everything OK?" he asked handing me a beer, I took it without complaining. In honesty it was a really sweet gesture. " Yeah I'm good...just got some stupid school crap on my mind. Anyway have you talked to Jackson since the attack?" I asked sitting back and looking up at the sky. Danny chuckled a little.
"I've tried, but Jacksons has too much pride to admit that he he was freaked out by it. He's being a bit of a dick but it's ok. I'm just worried about him." he replied. Now this was something that very much confused me. I couldn't really understand how someone as nice as Danny could be best friends with Jackson, then again he had probably seen the better side of him. "Well you have nothing to worry about because Jackson being a dick is him being his usual self... I would be more worried if he suddenly became the nicest guy in school." I smiled back. Danny was so easy to talk to.
We talked away for a good while, just about stuff. It was nice being around human people it actually made me remember that not everybody in freaking Beacon Hills was supernatural. I'm pretty sure if more supernatural beings started to show up I would lose it. I could really only deal with the murderous alpha, sourwolf( Stiles very apt nickname for Derek) and Scotty McTeen Wolf at the moment, anything more and well, I'm not sure it would be entirely pretty. In that moment I almost felt entirely normal, like any other teenage girl. To be honest I deserved to feel like that for a while. Just because I was helping Scott didn't mean that I wasn't able to be just an average girl.
Danny and I went back inside to join the others, Porter was nowhere in sight so I loosened up a little. I just danced to the music, drank and chatted with my friends. We even played an incredibly stressful drinking game which I was pretty shit at, but I was not the worst. Literal we had to keep eye contact with the person and ask them a question and if someone asks you one and you answer it or you take a pause you had to drink. I mean we had continuous questions from cheese to sex. Needless to say I kept having awkward sex questions thrown at me and I basically laughed the whole time. I pulled out of the competition early, it was a fierce game and I knew if I kept going at the rate I was I was going to get drunk, very drunk.
I wandered around the house, it was probably half 1 but Greenberg's house was backed as fuck. The only place that wasn't overcrowded was upstairs. I mean there were people up there it was just quieter. As I made my way down the hall I passed the bathroom only to find Abby up against the toilet, he head resting on the bowl. She had drunk far too much. I entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me, he eyes fluttered open at the sound of the door locking.
"I vomited in my hair..." She rasped, her throat dry and painful from throwing up. "No shit Sherlock. Here I'll tie your hair up." I sat on the bathtub behind her and grabbed her hair putting it into a bun to keep it out of her face. I patted her back as she began to vomit again, emptying her stomach of everything, and it wasn't pretty. At one point she passed out her head basically in the toilet bowl. I sighed and grabbed my phone calling Danny and asking if he and Greenberg could come give me a hand to get her into a bed. There arrived pretty quick,
"Look I can't carry her, can you guess carry her into the guest room while I put towels down and grab a bucket." They nodded and I rushed ahead to make sure that the room was clear. I just finished getting the bed ready when they brought her in. The put her on the bed and we rolled her into the recovery position in case she had to get sick again. " You guys go back down I'm going to stay with her for 5 minutes, just to make sure she is ok. I suggest that you move all the people down below. We don't want people coming into the room." I suggest thanking both boys and pushing them out the door.
Once I knew she was asleep I left to go downstairs. The moment I let Parker roughly grabbed me pushing me into the wall. I tried to push him off but his grip tightened to a stage where I felt tears welling up. It was really painful. I went to scream but he put his hand over my mouth, muffling my cry for help,
"Who the fuck do you think you are to turn me down? Huh you're nothing more than a easy slut. I bet you let all the guys have a go at you." his harsh words sliced through me and I couldn't stop the tears from falling. I fought against him, biting down on his had, he slammed my head into the wall. "I'd say your parents are proud to have such a slut for a child." That really got to me, AS I managed to break free from his grip, and I lunged at him, and I don't remember much after that. That's the thing, I'm not lying when I say that I have anger issues, I literally have rage black outs and in the past I have really hurt people, and one was happening again. To tell you the truth it was terrifying because I never really knew what kind of damage I was going to do.
I remember coming out of the rage blackout as Greenberg pulled me off Porter, My fists bloody and tears streaming down my cheeks, and I was just crying because I felt hurt. A few of the lacrosse lads were restraining Porter but from what I could see I bashed up his face pretty bad, and he defiantly had a broken nose. "Don't you ever come near me!" I screamed. I had really fucked up. I could be charged with assault even though he hurt me first. I was crying into Greenberg's chest. I was a mess. He wrapped his arms tightly around me pulling me away from the others. I think I had gone and fucked up a friendship. Needless to say the party was shut down and one of Porters friends was going to take him to the hospital.
"I'm sorry, I just...he.." I sobbed, I was having trouble breathing. Greenberg rubbed my back, trying to calm me. After a few minutes I got my breath back. "I'm sorry."
"It's ok, tell me what happened." he asked putting a blanket around my shoulders.
"At like the beginning of the party he wanted to get together with me, and I said no...and he grabbed my wrists really tightly. I freaked out, that's why I went outside, he really scared me. He wasn't going to like do anything to me but he looked like he wanted to hit me." I took a deep breath, Greenberg had gotten a text from the guy that brought Porter to the hospital to say that Porter hadn't said that I had beat him but that he told the doctor he got in a fight with a guy. " Anyway when I left Abby he grabbed me and shoved me into the wall, and he was pinning me down and his nails were digging into my wrists... when I tried to scream for help he put his hand over my mouth. He just kept calling me things and how my parents must be soo happy to have a slut for a daughter, and then...I don't remember."I finished, my voice just a whisper. I went to move and winced, I moved my now bloodied crop top and underneath it reveal a torn up and bruised stomach and ribs.
That night I stayed in Greenberg's bed until 6 the next morning when the pain became unbearable and he was forced to take me to the hospital. I had never been more ashamed of myself as I had been for my actions. When I arrived at the hospital they had been forced to call my mom and well trying to explain that I had gotten myself caught up in a fist fight was hard. She already worried about me and if I had told he what had really happened she would be disappointed in me. She had thought that my rage blackouts had stopped 1 and a half years ago, and I didn't want to tell her the truth and be a bigger disappointment than I already was. One thing was for sure I was going to have to put my rage into something useful. The answer, helping Scott with being a werewolf and the fact that his girlfriends dad wanted to kill him. Let it be known Porter never went near me after that.
Authors Note:
Hi guys sorry I haven't posted a new chapter in a while I had to study for my Leaving Cert so writing was really that high on my list of priority's. Anyway I hope you don't hate me for this chapter. I know Ivy sort of seemed a little helpless, I just want to sort of establish her sort of character and personality. She is loyal and caring but at the same time she has problems that run deep and is no way perfect. I may have mentioned her anger issues before but I wanted to show the extent of just how angry she is. Nothing is right in her life but let it be known that her character was angry as a child and that it was the death of her brother and sister that fuelled the rage within her that terrifies her.
At some point I am going to a chapter based on her childhood and of the crash that killed her family, because I want to focus on what were the good things in her life and then how suddenly they were ripped from her.
Sorry this is kind of long, please review,follow and whatever else if you wish. Any feedback is welcome.