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Super Sorry for any errors. And for some reason some writing is bigger in bits, I'll try to find away to fix that.

Rolling over, although Ivy's eyes were shut the light from the sun peeping through the window over her head. Taking a large stretch from her fingertips down her eyes began opened slowly then all at once. Thats when a large amount of panic over powered her, kicking off a fluffy grey throw to the other side of the sofa that she was laying on she sat up breathing fast not even bothering to look around her soundings so far all she knew was that the chocolate sofa was leather and she stuck to it slightly. Going for the gun that she kept between her hip and jean waist band had become an involuntary instinct,it was part of her autonomic nervous system now just like blinking or a pupil dilation in light pupil.

So when her hand touched her waist and she couldn't feel the cold metal shaped into the weapon that could protect her, although her aim skill were those of a small child aiming a ball at the coconuts on them fairground amusements, it could still save her, she began to panic more.

Quickly Ivy began to kick her legs round so that she could stand up this was until she heard a fake cough from the other side of the room. Standing in the kitchen was Sebastian stirring milk and sugar in a cup of tea.

"A bit forgetful are we?" Seb asked with a smug smile upon his face. Falling back Ivy sank back into the sofa placing her face in her hands 'God no!' Ivy screamed at herself in her head.

"You do know that you suffer from night terrors, right?" Looking up in surprise she glared at Seb as if to ask if he was serious. Yep he was serious.

"I haven't had them since I was about twelve, thought they stopped" Ivy admitted rather sheepishly "How bad was it?"

"Not to bad, I've seen worse. My little sis used to suffer from them but they stopped when she was around six, and hers were more about zombies and vampires, not so much cancer" Seeing the sadness written on Ivy's face Sebastian raised an eyebrow as he placed a green and yellow squared mug in front of her. Ivy knew that he wanted some kind of explanation but knew that she was in no position to trust him, so she just drank the tea placed in front of her, burning her tongue in the process.

Pushing through the pain on her tongue she began to gain the confidence to speak up.

"So what" Ivy began "I'm just meant to stay here even though I don't know you and for all I know you could be a perv or pedo"

The look of disgust that appeared on Seb's face proved to Ivy that maybe she may have jumped to conclusions too quickly.

"Trust me" He said with no emotion on his face but a slight anger in his voice "I don't get any sort of kicks out of that" placing his hand into his fist he smashed his hand down on the side board making his own cup of what must have been coffee, due to the smell, shake and spill to some degree. This made Ivy wince slightly as she moved back on the sofa which was rather hard due to the sofa being covered in the leather.

"Sorry" Ivy whispered actually feeling guilty as she didn't think that he'd react like that avoiding any home truths by Seb which she was suspecting, she quickly changed the subject back to weather she'd just stay here or not "You said that you wanted to train me, to fight, right? So... erm... When will that happen?"

Quietly Seb took out his phone hardly taking any notice of what Ivy said until she fake coughed like he had before.

"Not today, I have to go to work" Seb said just picking up two silver keys quickly then leaving after stating to Ivy "Help your to food and stuff, I think I have peanut butter or something, and the tv remote is on the side"

In a weird way the words 'Peanut Butter' made Ivy's eyes sparkle, luckily Seb never noticed this so Ivy got away with this.

The door slammed shut and Ivy was on her own in a flat, in fact a rather nice flat, owned by a person that she hardly knew, she had been in a fight with the night before and had been running from for days from and he trusted her. Plus he was just letting Ivy, the girl with a salted crisps dipped in peanut butter fetish feel free to eat what she wanted.

But Ivy wasn't really complaining.

In the five hours that Ivy was alone she spent most of her time dancing to Kings Of Leon, Mika, The Kooks and One Republic which was located on Sebastian's Ipod which was plugged into a matte white docking station that went so loud in volume that it made the whole apartment vibrate under her feet. Mostly Cold Desert by Kings of Leon was played as it was a song that Ivy hadn't heard before by them. An three hundred and twenty gram jar of peanut butter all to herself, which meant once she had finished, she had to find a way to hide the jar. Although he said she could have some, he didn't say all. Shortly after she watched Cars on Netflix. In all honesty she made her self rather at home by letting her self act like a child. Like a child when they see glistening lights that sparkle on a christmas tree, they get all excited and don't see what is going on around them, they become fantasised by the idea of something great which is about to happen (Christmas, Santa and Presents) that they allow everything else to slide (School, Friends even what they eat) but of course this wasn't some kind of fantastic christmas. Ivy was watching Disney films in the house owned by the person who A) Tried to kill her B) Killed her friend and C) Beat her up and she nothing else about him other than that, not forgetting D) He worked for somebody who wanted her dead.

Of course any other person would leave, any other person who was stupid but part of her knew that he would find her again but then the other part thought that now he must have told his boss that she is dead, however, a huge chunk of her knew that if she went missing that he would find her again, she didn't know how or why but one way or another he would.

So she decided to snoop around.

Just to get to know Seb.

Turning off the film she began to rummage through drawers. First she found his passport in a drawer in the kitchen but behind that particular one was several others. Only one had his real name and what she presumed his real age; thirty six. She found out his full name which was, Sebastian Charles Moran.

All of the rest were fake:

Dave Franks, 30

Richard Day, 45

Harry Mears, 41

Tom Gales, 38

Frankie Upton, 36

Finn Jackson, 37

and

Gary Rard, 32

Behind them was one single silver gun, in fact it seemed as though in every single drawer, a weapon either a pen knife or gun was placed in them. Smiling sheepishly at her self Ivy picked up a pen knife, now a knife she was better at using. Well so she thought. At least she was better at using knives than guns. It felt cool against her palm almost like the gun but it was easier to hold. Placing the knife back in it's folded position Ivy tucked the knife in her coal black jean pocket. The bathroom didn't hold much just another knife, Ivy wasn't a doctor but she suspected that it was paranoia and thats why in each room even the bathroom there was a gun or knife. Apart from the gun it was an ordinary bathroom with white tiles on the floor and blue tiles in diamond shapes that crawled up the walls with a white sink, bath, shower and toilet. It was spotless, not one thing was out of place (Well apart from the knife).The same flavoured soap and hand soap was laid out 'Mens L'OCCITANE, CADE SHOWER GEL' Infact everything even the Shave balm was the same L'OCCITANE, Cade' brand.

'Posh' Ivy thought to herself taking a long whiff of the shower gel. Although the fragrance was rather overpowering, it smelt amazing. Looking at herself in the huge cabinet mirror above the sink she realised she hadn't brushed her hair or her teeth. Rummaging through the cabinet she was lucky enough to find toothpaste and mint mouthwash but no brush nor a toothbrush which she could be sure hadn't been used before so she just washed her hands then used her index finger as a toothbrush but gargled twice the amount of mouthwash as recommended on the bottle.

"God I look rough" Ivy whispered to herself glaring at the unknown twin in the reflected surface in from of her. This wasn't her, yes she would usually have a dirty face and a bruise or two but her face was covered in grey dirt which made her look as though she was a child in the victorian era who would have to clean chimneys and get soot over their faces. This was because Ivy had slept rough the past few nights, in alleyways on the ground behind bins, like a rat. A few cuts and bruises covered her face but that didn't phase her too much.

Even Though it was for men Ivy decided to use a little bit of Sebastian's face wash. Only she didn't realise how strong it was against her sensitive skin so once it was applied she spent ten seconds running around the bathroom moaning about how much it burnt before quickly washing it off but turning the tap of hot straight away making it burn twice as more followed by getting some in her eyes which then meant she was compelled by pain to run around again screaming "Ow" and "Fuck" For ten minutes as she tried to rinse it out of her eyes by placing her whole face under the tap. After ten minutes she decided that A) She was never going to use non- sensitive skin products again and B) wasn't going to go back into that bathroom unless it was to use mouthwash or go toilet. Quickly she cleaned up the small mess she had made, mostly with water before nosing around some more. Turning the light off behind her she slammed the door shut, maybe a little too hard.

The final room she knew that she wanted to look in was Seb's. She knew she shouldn't but she really, very much wanted to, so therefore she did. It was a simple looking room, like most of the house with white walls, a double bed covered in brown and blue striped bedding with a matching brown throw hanging at the end. Two oak side tables sat either side of the bed, one held a alarm clock, it read '5:01' and a book which stated 'Lord Of The Flies' which made Ivy laugh slightly to herself as she knew that it was studied in schools now, it was more a childrens book in the eyes of the exam boards. On the other side, the exact identical table with a draw that had a lock on it. However this one held a picture of a young girl and boy smiling at a camera, the boy looked around ten with a wide nerdy grin on his face, his hair bright blonde and messy all over his face. It must have been Seb, Ivy thought to herself praising her self on collecting this information from one picture. As a child Seb was actually kinda adorable, all smiley, with eyes that had a spark in them but people said the same about Ivy, well the few people left who knew her when she was little. Next to Sebastian was a young girl around five or six maybe, her long brown hair in bunches on each side, a smile also on her face, her blue eyes large and sparkling. The orange dress that she wore was slightly too oversized for her but it made her look cuter and smaller. The picture was in a dark maroon frame, on the top of the frame in golden ink it said 'Family'. 'It was a small family' Ivy thought to herself before her eyes meet a bulky red moleskin journal. With all of her might she tried to fight to urge that built inside her to read it, she knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help it, it seemed far too tempting. It was as though more and more pages were added which made it twice as big as it originally was. It wasn't wrote in everyday but just randomly sometimes it was three months apart in entries. The first entry was on: September 12th 1989. Making Seb twelve the first time he ever wrote in this. All the first page stated was 'Me and my little sis Bethan are going in care, nan says it is because social services think that she is too old. Which she is. But I don't wanna. I'm scared that me and Bethan will get split up. If they try to split us up i'll show 'em. I'll show 'em that I can kill them. Like dad did to mama after Beth was born'

After only fifty or sixty pages already the entries weren't frequent and most, just lists of what Seb had done in that day and what he wanted to do. Ten year old Seb wanted to join the Army or be a Firefighter. He'd write lists about where he wanted to go, mostly India and America, or food he liked which consisted mostly of Fish fingers and Peas, one list was a hit list, which on the list five times his Father was mentioned in big scribbled writing 'DAD' was simply wrote. After that he wrote 'I have to share my room with the new kid, Jim. I don't like him. He is a little older than me but acts like a baby. He keeps on saying things like 'I'm going to kill everybody in this place, including you. And he burnt my hand with a lighter that he carries around in his pocket. Also we have a new care worker, Martin. I don't like him. He keeps looking at my sister funny and me, he didn't know me and said he wanted to put me to bed but I said no' After this no entries were seen for around four months but the entry that Ivy began to read shocked her. 'I hate Martin! He told me to go in the toy cupboard last night and I did, it's the third time in the last two weeks that he was on night duty, he told me not to tell anybody. I haven't. I think Jim knows, he is awake whenever I come back in and asks what was I doing, I thought saying getting a glass of water would work but he said it doesn't take half hour. I don't want Martin to work here, he keeps- ' Water swelled up in Ivy's eyes but before she could carry on, even though she didn't really want to she felt the book be swiped out of her hand and her being pushed on the floor. How? Ivy thought looking up at Seb who held so much anger and fury in him, he looked like he was going to burst. He was so silent coming in.

"Look i'm sorry... It's just... I..." Ivy babbled on placing her hands up in surrender. Clenching both his fists and teeth Sebastian looked down at her "Did I say..." He squeezed his eyes shut "You could fucking read this?" He yelled, his voice cracking slightly as he held up the journal/ book that he threw on the floor only moments ago, he was too quick, although his voice cracked it still made Ivy jump terrified. Seb practically pounced on top of Ivy with his fists ready, Ivy in the short time that they had known each other (Seen each other in the same room) had seen Seb angry but never this angry. As his fist collided with Ivy's left cheek , Ivy's shrieked out "It happened to me!" As quickly as Seb could throw a punch he stopped crawling back and leaning his head against the bed. "Well not like that, not that horrible, as it happened to you, but I know what it's like to be a kid and be scared in your own home" Turning his head as if to ask how and to carry on, Seb seemed actually rather concerned and interested. With a huge sigh Ivy looked at Seb dead in the eyes "My mum's boyfriend hated me. Legit like full on burning hate. And my mum had always been ill, since I was like three, she had cancer then, when I was five it went, like magic and she meet her boy friend. At first he was great, like the the dad I never got to meet, he'd secretly buy me Mcdonalds and he even bought me a cat. But then two years later as they was about to get married he changed. You know he yelled at me and called me names like 'Idiot' which then got more extreme like The 'C' word you know?" Ivy paused catching her breath "Then a few months, not even three, after they were married my mum had cancer again, and it was bad, I mean full on, she went for that scan and boom she lit up, she lit up like fireworks were exploding in her" Ivy looked at the floor trying to hide her sadness "Like a fucking Christmas tree" Still she galred at the patterns in the oak flooring, they were like swires drawn in almost in a darker oakish brown "And he got aggressive, practically blamed me, said that I caused her stress. When he was drunk he locked me in the cupboard or would simply just drag me around and after my mum died, he adopted me and it... It got worse, it never got to the point that it got for you and i'm so fucking thankful but I partly know what it's like to be scared or somebody you're meant to trust, alright? And trust me if I could kill anybody, I'd kill that mother fucker"

Seb nodded at her before helping her up. "That's why you have night terrors I guess then" Seb stated still staring at Ivy.

"I guess, I don't know really, they went before, now they're back"

Avoiding anymore talk on this topic Seb just blankly said "tomorrow we start training"

A thought came to Seb's mind but he wasn't going to share it yet, no, not yet, in a few weeks he'd tell Ivy what he was thinking, what his plan was.

As Ivy followed him he just turned around glaring her down like when you stare a cat out and with gritted teeth stated "And we both by the looks of things have a peanut butter addiction which we need to sort out, so therefore from tomorrow, no more peanut butter"

Ivy's mouth hang out in shock and she looked like she was going to cry "That's just mean" She muttered under her breath.

"And seriously you watched Cars?" Seb mocked "How old are you?"

"Sixteen, you should know thats why you never killed me" Ivy smiled "And what's wrong with Cars? Ok actually don't answer that"

VALAH VALAH VALAH... Yesh.

Question of the chapter...

Who hasn't watched Cars?

I have seen the first one but not the second. Is it any good?

Whispers nervously "Is it Disney?"

And song- watch?v=AGTVoOyLXds

also on 8tracks I made a playlist for this- /letslistentogether/poison-ivy

Yah... Fun times.

Have a good night/ day/ week. And yesh.