Ivy's Venom (Whitsborough Progenies) by C.A. Rene (short novels to read .TXT) 📗
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Maybe he was feeling tortured about what he had done to me and felt like he was going to be caught for it, I’m not sure but I’m glad he’s gone. Are all my problems fixed? Hell no. I still have Dean to worry about. He’s been eerily quiet since I threatened him with child pornography and rape, but that doesn’t mean shit. He may be just planning my next big problem.
My first day home, I gave Neil the diary, and sat on the bed to cry with him as he read. When he learned she was being bullied for wearing second-hand clothes to when she decided to sell pills to buy new ones, we cried. When he learned she began taking those pills to experiment and decided she really liked them, we cried. Her professing her feelings for me and still feeling confused because she liked a guy at school, we cried.
But when he read about her pregnancy and how she decided to somehow move to Whitsborough and raise the child with me, we lost it. It was a hard few days after that but eventually the heaviness of grief began to subside and his healing began.
“Babe,” Neil moans and rolls into me, burying his face into my stomach, “I can’t watch these true crime shows anymore.”
“Fine, let’s do Harry Potter.” I pick up my remote and point it at the TV.
“Ivy Greene, we’ve fucking marathoned that like three times now.” He hovers over my face and gently kisses me.
Everything he does to me is gentle and it’s fucking frustrating, I want some rough-unable to containment himself-love. I try to deepen the kiss but he pulls away and gives me a stern look.
“What?” I toss my hands up in frustration. “I want my boyfriend.”
“Say it again,” his eyes darken and the smirk on his full lips is sinful.
“What? That I want you?”
“No, you called me your boyfriend.” His lips brush over mine, “say it again.”
“You’re my boyfriend, Neil Jones.”
He crushes his lips to mine and I moan, the opening giving him the chance to devour me. His tongue swipes against mine and I writhe underneath him, trying to press myself to him.
He pulls back abruptly and rests his forehead to mine, “not yet, baby.”
“When?” I am really fucking frustrated.
“I know.” Is all he says. “I should get home though.”
“Yeah.” I groan and hit him with a pillow.
“I love you.” He kisses me softly.
“I love you, too.” I reply.
He stands from the bed and I watch him like he’s my last fucking meal. I may be horny and all but my man is fucking fine. I get up from the bed and only wince a little when I bend to stand. Soon, I will be back to normal.
I walk Neil to the front door and swoon when he cups my face, kissing me softly.
“Goodnight,” he whispers, “I’ll text you in the morning.”
“Goodnight.”
After I watch him walk to his car and drive down my driveway out of sight, I finally close the door. The house is quiet, Saxon and Dahlia are asleep, and Mom and Dad are watching TV in their room.
I decide an early night and a good sleep is just what I need as I head back to my room. I plop on my bed and roll myself up like a burrito in my blanket.
“Get up, kid.” I’m startled awake by my jacket hitting my face, “we’re going for a ride.” Mom is standing in the doorway of my room and I look at my phone for the time.
“Mom,” I whine, “it’s four in the morning.”
“You can sleep in the car, let’s go.” Her voice brokers no room for argument.
I get up out of bed and begin to follow her into the hallway.
“No, Ivy.” She looks me up and down, “go back and dress in black.”
What the fuck?
“Mom.”
“Just do it, Ivy. For fucksakes, listen just this once.” Fucking bossy.
With a huff, I turn around and head back to my room. I find a black pair of leggings and a baggy black hoodie. When I come back out, I throw my arms up, and twirl on the spot.
“Perfect,” she nods and leads us down the stairs.
“Black boots.” She says and I give her a salute.
She sounds like a drill sergeant right now and I don’t know where the hell we’re going. I once again follow her out the door and into our black Mercedes. I call this our celebrity car because it’s all blacked out.
“Where are we going?” I yawn and slouch down in my seat.
“Just sleep, I’ll wake you up when I get there.”
She’s in a fucking mood so I don’t bother to argue with her. Instead, I do what she says and I fall asleep.
“Did you ever wonder what really happened with Mr. O’Connor?” Mom’s voice wakes me up from my sleep.
The sun is bright and I groan as my sensitive eyes are attacked by the sudden light.
“What?” I croak out.
“Mr. O’Connor and his partner Mr. Pratt.” She huffs like she’s annoyed with having to repeat herself.
“What about them?” I am suddenly awake and staring at my mother.
“Did you ever wonder why they left so abruptly?”
“Yes, I asked Aunt Adri, why?” I speak slowly.
“I’m only giving you one chance to answer me honestly,” her voice is different. “Did they hurt you?”
“No.” I answer truthfully.
“Did you do things you shouldn’t do with a teacher with them?” My palms begin to sweat and I look at the car’s surroundings.
“Are we in New York?”
“Answer the question.” She snaps her fingers in front of my face.
“Yes.” I whisper. “Only Mr. O’Connor, not Mr. Pratt.”
“Mr. Pratt didn’t try anything on you?”
How does she know all this?
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