IVY’S Provo “Ivy” “hmmm” I raised my head to meet Trisha. “ do you have pads or tampons, girl I didn't expect my flo today?” I nodded“ yeah, I think I do. Check in the lower drawer” finally silence. For the past month her ranting has become irritating. “you Ivy you haven't used them since that time” that time when moved, “ I didn't need them” I shrugged “ooo” that was all she said " ooo"A few minutes later she came to join, dumping herself on the bed. She reached for me, tickling me. I screamed as her hand got in contact with my breast. For the past weeks, they have been tender and soft. They hurt here and there I think I have breasts.“Ivy you are becoming too sensitive ” her face was crooked, asking for an explanation. “well, my breast gets tender when about to experience my monthly flow” she nodded as she dragged me out of the room.“where are we going,” I said as I tried to slow her down.“breakfast ” she giggled and jumped slightly. Her love of food had grown.

IVY’S Provo “ what is going on here” Terry swayed his gaze to me.“We are going on a vacation ” I arched a brow. A vacation?“whose idea” Lizzy beamed.“Mark's” why did I even bother. Oblivious it was his idea. His money is his decision. “ Go pack we are going tonight ” her words rang into my mind before settling in. Today is Sunday and I am removing this demon inside of me tomorrow. I froze, he said this, he planned this. He doesn't want me to abort. I stopped looking for him. I banged open his bedroom door but alas he wasn't in. Then I heard the running shower. “ You have guts” he stumbled onto the walls as he heard my voice. Soap sipping into his eyes. Now he could not discern whether he should lean his eyes first or ask me what I was doing in the shower room.“what the hell Ivy”He cleaned his eyes, and those red bloodshed eyes were staring deep into my soul, stripping me naked.“ you knew I was going to abort tomorrow and you booked holiday tickets. What is your problem?

Mark's Provo"You got your sister pregnant yet you proposed to me" Harleen passed up and down. Her hands were neatly folded on her bosom."Harleen, babe sweetie I can.." she raised her cooking stick."do not call me babe or sweetie, those words do not belong to me. They belong to you know who. How cruel can you be Mark " she returned her hand to the former position."sorry" I mumbled. "yeah right, sorry my ass" she scoffed. " Harleen I.. I... " a small cry interrupted our conversation. these were faint. "can you hear that" I questioned Harleen who only hit clicked her tongue? She made her way to the closet.I trailed behind her like a dog. "you bastard " she swiftly faced me, as her hand got into contact with my face. Her hands went flying, clawing my face, my chest. Jeez, those nails do have a job after all. "take it" she snatched the ring from her finger and threw it at me."babe " she glared at me, her green eyes blazing with fire, anger that I had never seen. Her iris turned

IVY'S Provo " baby" mom and aunt Lisa called union. I let my lips curl into a small smile.They looked tired, dark circles graced their eyes."You ok baby ? " it was a statement, not a question. She was reassuring herself that I was ok. That I wasn't hurt. That this was all but a dream I do agree that my decision was rational and caused me a lot. It cost me my womb."Yeah" I nodded my head as I sat up. It's been weeks since I had not used my butt. "So.." I could not face them. I used to have a simple conversation with my mom yet today, at this very point I had nothing to say."I am sorry " I felt a warm liquid gush down my cheeks."For baby" aunt Lisa smiled as she grabbed my hand. "For everything. For causing drama, pain and.."Tears choked me, my throat seemed constricted "Ooh baby, you should be sorry for yourself. " aunt Lisa smiled. Was she serious? Wow-what a comfort, I do not deserve it. I deserve worse. Yet I yarn for one. I killed an innocent soul yet I can't give birth e

Lights swirled, music pounded, and for a moment I stopped and stared. Amazed by the frenetic atmosphere. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, the club was quite large, with a central dance floor surrounded by a seating area and an ultra modern-looking bar made out of chrome and glass. Fascinated by the vibrant energy of the people on the dance floor, I watched with admiration and a touch of envy as a woman lifted her arms high and swayed her hips in a blatant invitation to her partner. Wondering what it would be like to be that uninhibited, I watched a few others, seeking clues as to how they managed to dance in heels. “ fancy joining them? Care to dance?” came a slurred male voice from beside me, and I turned to find myself uncomfortably close to a tall, handsome man. “ oh, no. I ain’t on my own" realising that his eyes were fastened to the dim in my cleavage, I struggled against the impulse to cover myself. “ I am with someone “ I narrowed my eyes past him, looking for anyone I k