Authors: Hilary Storm
room with him in tow.
I move to follow her out of the
room and Ivy pulls me back. “You have
to let her do her thing. She doesn’t need
you interfering. She is a big girl and
doesn’t need a big bad cousin to twat
block her.” I cringe as I think about
what Ivy is saying, but I decide to back
off. Lilly will always be someone we
want to protect and it will take some
getting used to, but I do need to let her
have fun on these tours as well. I make a
mental note to watch out for her without
interfering in her decisions unless she
gets completely out of control.
We move to our room and we
aren’t even in the door before we are
stripping down to our naked selves. I
love to watch her being confident again.
I let her control everything so that I don’t
push her too far before she is ready. She
drops to her knees right inside the door
and I lean back against the wall while
she works her magic on me. It’s not long
and I have to move her to the bed to
make sure I can show her pleasure
before she ruins me.
I begin to travel over her body, but
she rushes me to enter her. Our
movements are so in sync and we look
into each other’s eyes the entire time
until right before we both release. I
collapse onto her and pull her into my
arms not letting go as I move to her side.
We continue to kiss until our breathing
has slowed enough to relax into each
other’s arms.
I can honestly say that I have now
made love for the first time in my life. I
know because of the feelings that I have
right now. This means something. How
many times have I been in this position
without any emotional connection?
Every time it wasn’t with Ivy it lacked
the connection we have. This brings a
whole new aspect of sex that I’m
prepared to explore with her as often as
possible.
~Eleven~
Taron
It’s been a couple of weeks now
on tour. Ivy is healing everyday and I
couldn’t be happier than I am in my life
right now. There is still no sign of
Dylan and the cops haven’t located him.
Ivy makes everyday so eventful
and our sex life is off the charts. She
seems to be enjoying the lifestyle. Our
show tonight is packed and I can’t help
but love the spotlight when I’m out
there. We don’t party every night like
everyone would think. Some nights we
are on the road so quickly to hit the next
stop that we don’t have time to mix with
the fans. We have booked some smaller
venues that we are the only band going to
in between the nights we have to cover
for Beckoning Reality. This will help
us branch out on our own. So far the
venues are selling out completely when
we go out on our own. I’m hoping this
means we can be on our own soon..
Tonight’s show is packed and we
are all pretty relaxed about our concerts
now. I enjoy Ivy’s company until the last
possible minute that I have to take the
stage. The band right before us travels
to most of the same concerts we do and
it’s pretty bad ass to watch them rock out
and get more attention each night just
like we are.
When it’s time to make our way to
the stage I leave her off the side with
Eaven. I notice the girls start to move
through the audience as the flash to each
of their cameras flicker in the darkness.
I’ve seen some of her pictures and I
know she has a passion for photography
and I can’t wait to see what she comes
up with. She has a brilliant way of
capturing us in a way that no one else
has except Eaven. Those two work
together to come up with all of our
promotional material.
I notice her stop to talk to a guy
and watch security quickly move in. She
follows security back after the strange
guy hands her something. I notice her
stop
mid
step and by now I’m
completely
focused
on
her
body
language. She’s in shock about
something and I’m glad that I know my
music well enough to sing this song
without thought because my mind is not
in this song.
The security guard moves her back
to the side stage and I finally see her
face. She looks horrified. I’m near the
end of the song and I can’t fucking take it
anymor e. I walk off stage and move
through the crew until I’m standing in
front of Ivy.
“What is it?” I grab her arms and
snap in desperation. “What did he give
y o u ? ” She hands me a small folded
piece of paper. I open it and all
rationality leaves my head. I wrap her in
my arms and yell a demand for security
to come.
“Get head of security here now.
What the fuck? Why did you let him near
her? Get the hell out of my sight.” I
glance down at the picture of Dylan
standing over my naked Ivy. He’s
holding her arms behind her back and
reaching for the button to his jeans. The
w o r d
M I NE
across the bottom of the
picture sends my head spinning.
“Mother Fucker!” I hate this asshole.
I hear Luke and Lilly revving up
the guitars to keep the crowd pleased.
Talon will join in soon.
Our manager is quickly in my
face. “What are you doing? Get out
there, NOW.”
“Go to hell. I’m not going
anywhere.”
“Do it, or this is the last show for
Rebel Walking. I’ve already covered
for you for two shows on this tour.”
“She needs me now.”
“I’m sure your lil honey can wait
til tonight.” I fight the urge to punch him
straight in the face until Ivy pulls away
from me.
“Go Taron. We’ll deal with this
when you’re done.”
By this time Eaven is pushing her
way through. She stops when she sees
my face. Her look changes instantly and
she rushes to enclose Ivy in her arms.
I’m struggling right now. How do I walk
away from her? How do I let my band
down? I pull the two of them in tight and
whisper to Ivy. “I’ll be right there.
Don’t move from this spot. Eaven, stay
with her.” I turn to meet face to face
with the head of security.
“Don’t let them out of YOUR
fucking sight. NO ONE gets near them.
Do
you
understand these
rules?
Someone needs to call the police.” His
nod doesn’t appease me.
I hold the picture in my hand and
turn to the stage. Luke and Lilly look at
me and there’s no doubt I wear my
emotions in my face. They know I’m
pissed off.
I sing the rest of the songs for our
show. I watch Ivy try real hard to
compose herself, but how can she? How
can she get over something like this?
The instant the last song is over, I rush to
Ivy. Here I find myself wanting to take
away her hurt and I can’t do anything to
comfort her.
There’s mass confusion after the
concert and I just want to get her out of
here. The police arrive and we move to
a room to get privacy. They take our
information and I hand over the fucking
picture that will be forever burned in my
head.
MINE
.
The security guards had retained
the guy who gave her the picture. We
find out that he is an idiot who agreed to
deliver it for five hundred dollars and a
promise of another payment after he
delivered. He won’t be getting his
money because he’s going in to lock up
for delivering it. The scene was
obviously a forced sexual situation and
Ivy withers away the more she has to
relive it. It’s bad enough that she has to
tell the entire story again so that these
officers can get the history, but now she
has a visual of what the scene looked
like.
We
finally
finish
with
our
statements and get security to escort us to
the bus. Our tour requires us to drive
overnight to another show tomorrow
night. I walk with her tucked in my arm
until we reach the room I’ve claimed in
the back of the bus. I hold her. I don’t
know what else to do, but hold her. I
can’t stand the fact that there is nothing I
can do to help her. I silently vow to find
him and remove this threat to her. I ease
us over to the bed and slide back until I
have her cradled. Her tears haven’t
stopped, but I’ll be here when they do.
Ivy
What is happening? How did he
know where to find me? He must know
that I’m on tour with Taron. Dylan is
obviously not going to give up. I can’t
stay on tour and be a constant distraction
to Taron. My mind can’t comprehend a
different plan right now though.
I can’t get over the picture that guy
handed to me. It’s not as if the picture in
my head isn’t enough. Now I have a
visual memory of what it looked like to
someone else.
I feel myself slipping further into
numbness. It’s easier to be numb than to
feel like the filth I feel like right now.
My tears don’t quit falling until
sometime in the darkness of the night.
His arms are still squeezing me
tight. I know he’s awake because of the
kisses he places on my head every once
in a while. He’s officially seen me at
my worst. In the most horrible moment
in my life and the one moment where I
had zero control of what was happening.
How can I get over this?
Thoughts of his manager yelling at
him remind me how much he has to lose
with me being here. I can’t be the reason
he walks away from his future. Who can
I turn to? Who else can help me? Aiden
is the only person that comes to mind
outside of Eaven.
I know Taron won’t let me go
easily. I’m going to have to force him to
let me go. This will be ugly, but I need
to cut him free.
I ease out of bed and stumble to
the bathroom. I pull my cell phone out
and text the only person I can think of to
help.
Ivy: I need you.
Aiden: What’s wrong?
Ivy: Dylan made contact. I need to leave
Taron. Can you come get me?
Aiden: On my way.
Ivy: Thx
Aiden: Always
I brace myself for this day. It’s
still dark, but it won’t be for long. I
know what I have to do.
I open the door and come face to
face with the man I love. The man I love
enough to walk away from before I drag
him down.
“You ok?”
“I’m better.” I walk into his arms
because I want to cherish these last few
hours. Tears fill my eyes thinking about
how much this will hurt him. I know I’ll
break my own heart in the process, but I
have to do this. He has a future with no
boundaries and if I stay here, he will
ruin it all.
“We’ll find him. I’m going to talk
to Holden to see if he can get some of his
friends to help with security. I want to
know that you’re safe at all times.” I let
him talk and plan. I don’t have the
energy to stop him. He would unleash
his stubbornness on me and I can’t fight
with him right now.
T he stress of everything has me
feeling nauseated. I try to retain it, but
hell has no sympathy for me. I rush to
the tiny bathroom and fall to my knees. I
feel him behind me and hear the water
running. He gathers my hair and places a
cold rag on my neck. He kneels beside
me, holding my hair, until I finish.
It’s going to kill this guy when I
walk away. It’s going to kill me.
I use the extra wash cloth to wipe
my face and begin to get up. “You need
to rest.”