…Ivy's POV…

I watch, as the small group leaves to find Merle. It surprised me, when my sister said that she was going to help collect Merle from the roof. She doesn't even like Merle. I think it has something to do with Daryl, but I am completely sure. I sighed and headed back to the Humvee. Pulling open the back door, I tossed my pack on the seat. I was grabbing the blanket off of the floor, when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I swirled around, point my gun at the person who touched me, trying to keep the flashbacks from coming back. Once I noticed that it was just Amy, I put my gun away. She looked terrified.

"I am so sorry, Amy. I didn't know it was you. I thought that it was Shane or something." I stammered, looking down at my feet.

"It's alright, I guess I should have said something." She smiled softly.

"I am still really sorry."

"Seriously, it's cool. Everyone has become so jumpy since the world went to hell." I sighed and picked at my nails.

"I was jumpy before all of this happened." I muttered, feeling her curious stare. I knew she was going to say something, but was cut off by Lori and Carol coming over.

"Alright ladies, it is time to go do the laundry. We've picked everyone's dirty clothes, minus Dixon's and yours Ivy." Carol spoke softly, glancing back at Ed. He gives me the serious creeps.

"I'll get Isis' and I's clothes from the Humvee, then I'll meet you back here. Does that sound like a plan?" I ask, both her and Lori nodded. I smiled softly, before turning back to the Humvee and gathering all of the dirty clothes into a bag. Once the clothes were in the bag, I grabbed my gun and a knife from the seat.

I jumped out of the car, making my way towards the R.V. where Carol, Lori, Andrea, Amy, and Jacqui were standing. All but Amy, who gave me a bright smile, gave me a small smile. I returned the gesture and held up my bag. Carol took it from me and went to put it in her Cherokee. No one said anything as we piled into the two cars we were taking to the river. They didn't have room for me though, so I told them that I would just meet them there. It seems like a nice day for a walk.

"I can walk, I've been walking to that lake every night since I got here. Anyways, I need some time to myself. I can take care of myself, so you don't have to worry about me." I went to walk away, but Amy stopped me.

"I'll walk with you!" She beamed.

"Amy she-" Andrea tried to speak, but I cut her off.

"It's fine Andrea. Amy can walk with me if she really wants too." I replied, causing Amy to squealed, grabbing my arm.

"We'll meet you there, I promise." She yelled over her shoulder, pulling me behind her.

We walked in silence for a little bit, just listening to the sounds coming from nature. After a little bit, Amy release a loud sigh. I looked over at her, a small smile fell upon my face.

"What is on your mind kid?" I ask. She laughed.

"We are like the same age, Ivy. I don't see why I am the kid."

"Well Amy, I have gone to Medical school and I've got a Doctorate. I have done a lot of things that make me older than you." I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah I get it! But have you had sex?" She asks, causing me to blush.

"Yes." I mumbled, trying to not cry or show pain.

"Oh! How many times? Did you have a good time?" She asks quickly, bouncing on her feet. I just stop.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore." I snap, moving away from her.

"Why? Sex isn't a bad thing. My first time was so romantic and amazing. His name was Theo and we were both 17. It was after our junior prom and he had rented us a room at this nice hotel. He had laid out candles and rose petals." She giggled, staring off into space.

"Well, my first time was nothing like that!" I said, heading towards the lake. Amy followed behind me.

"What was it like?"

"Amy, stop."

"Tell me!"

"No."

"Just tell me." That was it, I have had enough.

"My first time was taken from me! I was forced, okay?" I yelled looking at her. The tears I had been trying to hold in, came pouring out.

"What?" I sighed and looked down.

"I was 18. I had gone to this conference with another doctor. He worked for the CDC at the time and he was married. The first couple days of the conference were going great. I had met some of the people that inspired me to become a doctor. I was having a great time until," I cleared my throat, blinking away the tears, "he came to my room drunk. When I opened the door, he forced his way passed me. He had this bottle of champagne, he said he wanted to celebrate. I asked him what he was celebrating. He said that his wife got the job he had applied for. He hadn't known that his wife had applied for that job. Once he chugged the bottle, he made his way towards me. He forced himself onto me, pushing me onto the bed. I kept saying no and stop, but he didn't. He-" A tear slipped down my cheek, "He ripped my clothes off, forcing himself into me. When he finished, he left. I left the conference early, not wanting to be near him." She was crying now too.

"I am so sorry, if I would have known I wouldn't have asked."

"It's okay. No one else knows, not even my sister. There is something else" She looked up.

"What?"

"A month or so later, I found out I was pregnant. I called him, letting him know that he had gotten me pregnant when he raped me. He drove to my apartment and forced me to get an abortion. He killed my baby, which killed a little piece of me."

"Oh my god. If we ever find him, I am going to kill him." We walked in silence for a little bit.

"Glenn and I almost slept together last night, but we ended up cuddling down by the lake. We did make out. A lot." I blurted.

"Oh my."

"When he woke up this morning, he thought I was sleeping and he kissed my head."

"You guys are so adorable!" She gushed, pushing through the trees. The girls were standing on the shore line waiting for us.

"What took you guys so long? Did you get her lost?" Andrea directed the question at me, shooting glares at me.

"Stop it, Andrea. We had to go to the restroom. That is what took us so long. Gosh, I am not 12 anymore." Amy said, stepping in front of me. I brushed the last few tears away and walked passed the sisters. I hate crying in front of people, especially people I don't know. I saw that the other girls had started working on the laundry and went to help them. I sat down next to Carol and grabbed the scrub brush from my bag.

"Do you happen to have an extra bar of soap I can borrow, I think I left mine up at the camp?" I ask, softly. She nodded, handing me some soap. I started scrubbing someone's underwear, which was really gross because it looked like they didn't use something to clean themselves after they went to the bathroom, which left track marks in the back of them.

"Hey! Red! Why is you washin' my underwear?" A voice behind me asks, I turned and saw that it was Ed. I dropped the underwear and cleaning tools.

"Do ya have a problem with me washin' them or something?" I ask, standing up.

"Yeah, I do. Only my wife can wash them. Ya know, because it is her job too." He growled, stepping closer to me.

"Well, last time I checked this was a committee and we do things together. That means we wash each other's clothes and that means I can wash your nasty underwear. And By the way, you need to learn how to wipe your ass. It's not healthy to let shit crust on your ass and asshole. It can cause an infection, which might kill you." He looked like he was about to explode.

"Now, you listen here little girl." He pointed his finger in my face. I quickly grabbed it, twisting it and his whole arm behind his back. I leaned up and whispered in his ear.

"I am not your wife or your daughter, I won't take your bull shit. I won't let you hit me, boss me around, or abuse me in anyway. Oh and if I get wind that you're touchin' them in way that is harmful or inappropriate, I will hurt you. You know, I could kill you and make it look like an accident. I could take ya out on a 'run' and let the walkers have you." I hissed, letting him go. He fell to his knees, whining and rubbing his shoulder.

"Now, why don't we get back to our chores ladies?" I said, turning towards the other girls.