Ivy's Point Of View
I started to come to, my head was killing me, damn, Mike had done a number on me, I was defiantly going to be hearing about this for a while to come, Mike doesn't like it when I disobey him, I heard a chair click, like someone had pushed in the leg rest.
Oh great, he's awake, he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me for what I did last night.
I took a deep breath and started to sit up, holding the back of my head, feeling the bump, it was super tender, and hurt like hell. I knew I had to start apologizing, and groveling before him, begging for his forgiveness, so I didn't get it twice as bad, for not admitting to him, what a fuck up I am, how sorry I am, how lucky I am that he waste's his time on me, the norm you know, that's the only way I'll make it out of this bed without another beating. I looked around, and I couldn't understand It, this wasn't our apartment, this wasn't my bed, this wasn't my bedroom, and that, that man staring at me, is not my boyfriend, that's not mike, so who is it?
I swallowed hard, when I saw him stand up off his chair, and head towards me, I held the blanket tightly to my chest, after realizing I didn't have my clothes on, I had a large shirt on, his shirt I'm assuming. The bearded man, sat in front of me. "How are you feeling?" The man asked, his voice sounding so smooth, and so kind, it didn't match his appearance.
I swear, I've seen him before, but where?
"Where's Mike?" I questioned, my voice a bit shaky. It hit me, he probably gave me to him, for the night, so he could get drugs, because I screwed up his last deal, because I wouldn't let that creepy slob touch me. "He gave me to you, didn't he?, when's he going to be back?" I questioned.
"No, what do you mean?" The man looked just a tad confused.
"Did Mike give me to you, for money?, or drugs?" I questioned. "I just need to know how long I have tell he gets here, was he really pissed?" The man just shook his head. "I need to know, how bad I'm going to get it when he gets here." I sighed.
"He's not coming, he didn't sell you too me, I saw him beating the living hell out of you, so I stepped in, and took you away, I brought you to my place, and cleaned you up, and changed you out of your bloody clothes, I washed them for you by the way, and don't worry I didn't do anything to you, I didn't touch you inappropriately at all, I'm a gentleman, I'd never do such a thing." The man stated.
"So, he doesn't know where I am?" I questioned, and the man nodded. I jumped out of the bed, regretting it, when I felt a sharp pain in my side, and doubled over in pain.
Fuck that hurt, damn.
"Wait, just relax, where are you going?" The man rushed to my side, placing a gentle hand on my lower back. "No need, to hurt yourself, any more, then you already are."
"Mike's going to kill me, I fucked up last night, and now I spent all night somewhere, he's going to kill me, I should of just done what he wanted, god why am I such a fuck up?" I shook my head, turning around, sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to get my head to stop spinning.
"You aren't going back to him, you can't actually want to go back to a man, who did this to you." The man looked baffled by this.
"That was nothing, at least I can walk." I shook my head. "Do you have a phone, I need to let him know where I am, so I don't make things worse for myself." I sighed, looking at the clock, it was already 8:30 in the morning.
Yep, Mike is going to freaking kill me.
"I'm not letting you use my phone, so you can call your abuser, the man who slammed your head into a brick wall, punched you, and kicked you, over and over again. Why do you let that happen?" The man shook his head.
"I have no choice, Mike is all I have, I have no family, and no friends, Mike doesn't allow friends." I admitted. "He may not be much, but he's all I have." I sigh, feeling like such a loser.
God, do I sound pitiful or what?
"You can have so much more, don't you see this?" The man shook his head, sitting down next to me on the edge of the bed. "I can help you, I can help you have a better life, I can help you get your life together, I can help you cut your ties with this Mike."
"Why?, why would you want to help me?" I shook my head, wondering what was in it for him. "What's in it for you?, so you are going to help me, if I give you a piece of ass in return?, Is that what this is about?"
"No, I don't want anything in return, I just want to help you, I can see when a person, is crying out for help, you don't remember but we locked eyes, when that man was dragging you off, I saw the way you looked at me, you were begging for help, I could almost hear you screaming for help." He said, it sent a chill down my back, I remembered it, he was there last night, our eyes had only locked twice but both times, I felt something, something I can't explain, but I felt it. "I swear to you, I want nothing in return, I'll help you heal, physically and emotionally, and I'll help you get off whatever you are on, what is it by the way?, if you don't mind me asking." He went on.
"Pain killers, Oxycotin mostly, but if I can't get Oxy, I settle for Hydrocodone, it does the job for a while." I shrugged.
"Let me help you, and you won't need that any more, I promise, give me a chance, and I'll show you, that you can have a better life, I'll make your life, better then you could of ever dreamed." He promised.
"I don't even know you, you don't know me, you don't even know my name I bet." I shook my head. "And I sure as hell, don't know yours."
"I'm Bray Wyatt, and I'd love to know your name, please tell me your name, I want to help you, so we need to get to know each other better." The man, who I now know as Bray Wyatt said.
"My name's Ivy, as in poison, everything I touch, I end up killing, it's like I'm a poison, I bet my parents knew that, that's why they named me Ivy, good thing, they didn't have to live to see the total fuck up, I've become." I looked down, and shook my head.
"Ivy is a beautiful name." Bray stated. "Your name doesn't have to match your personality, but you might want to take into consideration, your name, Ivy, actually means, Faithfulness, so it isn't a bad thing, to be named Ivy." he said. "Don't you want out?, don't you want a better life?" He questioned.
I sighed, and shook my head, I did, but how can I trust him, how do I know, I can really trust him? "I do, but, I don't know, I'm scared." I shook my head.
"Scared of what?, of me?" Bray raised a brow. "Are you scared of me?"
"Strangely enough, no, it's not you I'm scared of." I admitted. "When Mike finds me, he'll kill me, you don't know him, and what he's capable of."
"Well, I can tell you this, He won't get to you, not while you have me, and my brothers, to protect you." Bray said, sounding all to sure of himself.
"Your bothers?" I raised a brow.
"Yes, they aren't my brothers by blood, but more by heart, and soul, I helped them, I saved them, just like I can save you." Bray stated. "They helped me save you last night, they were worried about you, when I put your clothes in the laundry a few hours ago, they were all asking questions, I think they like you." He shrugged.
"Are you sure I'll be safe?, because I know he'll kill me, when I say that, I mean it, he's tried it before, that's how I got this." I said, holding my right hand out, palm facing up. Showing him my scar.
"How'd you get that?" He questioned, running over it with his finger, being really gentle.
"We'd gotten into a fight, and he'd slapped me around, I yelled at him, that I was done, I was going to leave him, and he started laughing, and got a crazy look in his eyes, he walked to the kitchen door, and grabbed a steak knife, and started for me, he said I'll leave him, over MY dead body, and he lunged for me, I got my hands up, and was able to hold it off since it was lodged in my hand, he pulled it out, and was going to do it again, and I just begged him, I told him I was sorry, and I wouldn't ever do it again, I wasn't leaving him, and he dropped the knife and went back to using his fists to hit me, then he just stopped and asked what was for dinner, like it was no big deal, he'd just tried to kill, me now he wanted me to cook him food." I shook my head, wiping the tear that had escaped my eye. Thinking back on that night, still got to me, that was the night I realized, that I had no choice, that I was stuck with him forever, if I tried to leave him, he'd kill me, he proved that to me. But maybe now, I could get out, I had Bray, and his brothers, Bray said he'd protect me, and I trust him, for some reason, I trust Bray Wyatt, with my life, because that's basically what I'm doing, if Mike finds me, and Bray isn't telling the truth, if he doesn't protect me, I'm dead.
"I'm sorry, nobody should have to go through that." Bray said, and I felt him reach out to stroke my hair. "Will you let me help you?, please tell me you will let me help you get a better life."
I took a deep breath, and nodded. "Okay, I'll let you, for some odd reason, I trust you." I said, honestly.
Bray smiled, and rubbed my arm gently. "You won't regret it, you'll see, your life is going to be 100 times better."
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Bray's Point Of View
I had given Ivy her clothes, her shirt was ripped so she had to settle for a shirt, it was an old one of mine, when I was a bit smaller, so it wasn't so large on her, she couldn't of weighed more then 115 pounds, and she was probably around, 5'5 I'm guessing. I knocked on my door and she yelled to come in. "So, I've got your room ready, if you want to follow me." I smiled, as I entered the room.
"Are you sure you really want to do this?" Ivy questioned.
"Yes, I'm sure, come with me, little one." I smiled, extending my hand to her. Ivy smiled, and took my hand, following me into her room, I knew she'd want her space, so I put her on the other side of my room, away from the boys, but I still wanted her close to me, so she could just call out if she needed me, so I put only 1 room in between us. That way I could still look out for her. "Here you are." I smiled, opening the door to her.
Ivy looked around, and looked rather shocked. "It's really nice in here." She smiled, luckily it was one of the lighter rooms in the house, I didn't want her to be in a dark gloomy themed room, a lot of my rooms, were rather dark, but this one, was light and airy almost.
"I'm glad you approve, in about an hour, we are going to head out." I said, leaning against the door.
"For what?" Ivy questioned.
"You are going to need clothes, and I'm not going to have you go get your clothes from Mike, so I'm going to buy you a new wardrobe, just think of it, as a new wardrobe for a new start, and a new life." I smiled
"I don't know, you don't have to do that." Ivy shook her head.
"I want to, it's not going to put me out, at all, I'm a very wealthy man, so you need not worry about that." I stated. "You won't have to worry about another thing, I told you I'd take care of you, and I will, anything you could want or need, I'll give it to you if you want it."
"You are a really amazing man Bray." Ivy smiled shaking her head.
"I don't think I've ever been told that." I laughed slightly.
"Well, it's the truth." Ivy smiled.
And you are an amazing woman, even if you won't admit it to yourself.
"Are you hungry?, breakfast, is ready." I questioned.
"Umm, yeah actually I'm starving." Ivy nodded.
"Well, follow me, we will have breakfast, and then I'll show you around your new home, and after that, you and I, will go shopping, and get you some new clothes." I smile, reaching out towards her, Ivy takes my hand, and I lead her down towards the kitchen.
Note From The Author: Here it is, chapter 2. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and the bond that is forming between Bray and Ivy, do you think Bray will be able to help her turn her life around?, Or maybe is Ivy too far gone, and will go back to Mike?. Thanks for reading, I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Thanks for the reviews, and for those who have followed, and added as a favorite.