IVY

“Fine.” Ryan snaps and the families give them confused glances. They've never fought. It's so unlike them. 
Ryan's and Isabella's parents exchange a worried glance. My father doesn't seem fazed. 

My mother comes back with some chicken and grilled potatoes. 
We all fill our plates and start eating.

“So Logan, on behalf of all our families I'd like to say congratulations. The engagement was quite a splendid shock for all of us.” My father says, smiling broadly. 

The rest of the families raise their drink filled glasses in agreement with him.

Logan smiles at them before looking at me. “Thank you. I couldn't ask for a better girl.” He winks.

“I doubt that.” our eyes swing to Ryan who hasn't touched his meal. “I mean Ivy has so many flaws. I wouldn't be surprised if she left you at the altar. Besides, the best girl is sitting next to me!” He says, swinging his arm to the back of Isabella's chair.
She blushes a deep rooted red and seems to sink in on herself before giving me a small sad glance.

His words sting deep. It's like an already open festering wound and he has dug a knife into it cutting deeper, twisting it left and right opening it further and further, knowing it will never heal!

I look down at my lap and I feel the stares of everyone. My throat closes up, my eyes burn and overflow with tears. My chest hurts so bad and I rub at it unconsciously. My Ryan would never have said anything like that. My Ryan ain't that cruel. I'm afraid he's gone forever!

I watch as my tear drops fall from my chin onto my dress covered thigh. The material soaks it up but leaves an obvious wet mark. More tears follow and more marks are shown.

My chair scraps back and I dart for the front door. I can hear yelling from everyone, even Logan.

I lean against his car, angry that it's locked. I need to get out of here as soon as possible!

*This is disaster!*

Logan comes storming out and he's evidently angry if not pissed off.
He has always been this happy smiley guy ever.

“Get in.” He says, unlocking the car.

I hurry in, not waiting to be told for a second time.
Just as he pulls away, Ryan comes running out of the door. I look away immediately because in that very spot stands a monster.. a heartless animal! He's out to bruise my ego!
I can't possibly love that monster...the one that's deliberately set to hurt me!

“Where should we go?” Logan asks after a moment of silence.

“Home. I just want to go home.” I curl up against the passenger side door all through the way, ignoring the worried Logan.
I set myself for this. I've got nobody else to blame except myself.

We pull up to my house and I get out of the car. Logan makes a move to follow me but I stop him. “Not tonight!” He gives me a doubtful look but accepts my demands.

I sit on the couch curled up under a blanket. My dress is still on and my shoes are scattered across the living room floor. My hair is still curled but my make up us in a mess. I try to clean it up but every time I do, I end up crying again so I just leave it.

I sit watching a movie, not really taking it all in but staring at the screen blankly.
I'm numb again. I'm not so fond of this damn feeling!

It's just an hour after I arrived home when I hear a series of loud knocks on the door.
Taking a deep breathe, I wrap the blanket around me hoping to clear my still swollen throat so as to tell whoever is at the door to go away quietly.

I open the door and freeze...

There on the other side of the door stands Ryan and behind him sits his Lamborghini. 
He takes in my appearance and his eyes seem to soften as he stares at my tear stained eyes, my red puffy eyes and running makeup. 

“Iv...” I slam the door on his face then leans back against it. 
Shit!

“Ivy, I'm sorry please. I didn't mean any of it I swear!”

“Go away!” I cross, a fresh batch of tears streaking their way down my face.

“Ivy, I was jealous and hurt. I shouldn't have taken it out on you like that. I'm so sorry baby please! I can't stand it when you cry like that. You know this please Ivy!” The sound of his head hitting the door lightly jars me to reality. 

Opening the door slowly, I look out before opening it wider to let him in. He gives me a sad guilty look before passing. He stands in the middle of the living room watching as I stay by the door. 

I can hear him out but I can't be any closer. 

“Talk or leave!”
I say tugging the blanket closer to my body. 
I feel weak, my hands are shaking...it's becoming a struggle to stand.

“There's so much to say baby. I didn't want to end things with you. Isabella found out and I don't know how she did. I came home from your apartment that night and she was waiting for me in mine. She asked me where I was and I told her I was out hanging with buddies. She busted me Ivy. She said she'd seen us together. She promised to make your life a living hell. She threatened to bust out in front of all our families and I'm sure they wouldn't have understood. They'd have viewed us as criminals. I didn't care about what my parents thought about me but I wouldn't let her do that to you. When I dropped her off, I promised her that I was gonna break up with you.” 

It's like my brain has just shut down. I can't process anymore. So she knew this the day he dropped her and as we watched movies, she spoke about him all through, knowing he had left me for her! She went ahead to call me and tell me how he had become sweet towards her lately just to rub it on my face. 
She watched me in silence, knowing how miserable I was, obviously cheering about it behind my back. 

“Fuck! Ivy you have no idea how fucking mad I was at her. I watched you crumble before me and I couldn't do anything about it!” He drives a hand through his hair in frustration.

“I ummm...” My mind is spinning, my vision us darkening. This is all too much. My eyes begin to droop.

“Shit!” Something hard knocks hard into me and my knees buckle and everything goes dark!