eyes, I can't seem
to get back there. Please just remember
that I really care about you.”
I notice the call end just as she
finishes.
Please just remember that I
really care about you.
She has a shitty way of showing it.
I look out the window and see that
we’re still traveling through the desert. I
spend the rest of the ride going over my
conversation with Ivy. I let my mind
replay most of our memories that we
have made over the past few months. I
just can't shake this feeling that I'm
missing something. We might have had a
struggle to connect in the beginning, but
we definitely got over that in the past
couple of weeks.
I decide to call her back, but it
goes straight to voice mail.
Ivy
Eaven is hell bent on getting to the
bottom of what is going on. I need to tell
her, but I can't let Taron know. He will
leave the tour and come home if he finds
out. I'm pretty sure he would kill Dylan
if given the chance. Hell he would kill
Aiden if I didn’t keep him from it.
He deserves to be sheltered from
my distractions. I want him to focus on
the tour and help Rebel Walking become
as successful as we know they can be.
He can't do that if he feels like he needs
to protect me.
“Get in here and spill it.” Eaven
meets me at the door. She stops cold
once she looks at my face. Her fingers
brush over my bruised cheek.
“You are scaring me. Please talk
to me.” She wraps her arms around me
and squeezes tight. Her hold builds up
strength in me. I stand there and let her
build me up enough to get through this. I
don’t hug her back and I know that
screams the severity of my situation to
her.
I start to breakdown and she leads
me to Taron's couch. In Taron's house. I
feel him everywhere. I have to use that
to get me through this conversation.
“Dylan tried to rape me last
night.” She puts both hands over her
mouth and tears begin to run down her
face. I knew she would feel my hurt as
deeply as I do.
“Where? When? How? I thought
you left with Taron.” I swallow past the
lump in my throat to tell her.
“In my room after Taron left.”
“Oh My God. Taron came here
for his bags to go back to you. Was it
then?” It all clicks into place at this
moment. He was coming back to wake
up with me. He must have seen me with
Aiden after Dylan left the apartment.
“Yes I woke up to Dylan sitting in
that black chair in the corner of my
room. I was naked and he….” I stop
talking because the urge to vomit over
takes me. She doesn’t push for details. I
finally compose myself and swallow
down the urge to throw up. This is
progress.
“Aiden busted down the door to
save me, but Dylan got away when he
was checking on me.”
“How did Aiden know?”
“He saw Dylan's car in our
parking lot. I managed to scream when
Aiden knocked.” She doesn’t wait to
wrap me in her arms again.
“I should've been there.”
“I'm glad you weren't.”
“Please tell me that you went to
the police.”
“Yes, Aiden took me.”
“Where did you stay last night?”
“I stayed at Aiden's. He let me
sleep on the bed and he never left my
side. He slept next to me on the floor all
night long.”
“You should have called me.” I
notice how upset the look on her face is.
I guess I should have called her.
“I honestly didn't want to talk
about it. I still don’t. I can't tell anyone
else about this.”
“Did you tell Taron?”
“No, and I'm not going to.”
“What? You have to.”
“No, Ev. He will leave the tour
and ruin everything for the entire band. I
can take care of this.”
“Where are we going to stay?”
“I am thinking you could stay here
at Talon's and I will see if Aiden will let
me stay there for awhile.”
“You will stay here too. Just take
Taron's room. I will tell Talon tonight.”
“I don’t want him to know.”
“Ivy, I can't keep secrets from
him. He will want to get security for
us.”
“I'm not asking you to