All Chapters of Never trust a Blackwood : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Roman's POVIvy's head hangs to one side against the seat. Her hair is soaked through and stuck across her face, black and blue strands plastered against skin that's too fucking pale. Blood streaks from somewhere near her temple, across her cheek, down her neck and onto her clothes. Glass covers her lap. Every window is gone and rain pours through the car, soaking everything inside the car, soaking her. For one second, I can't fucking move. I can't breathe. I can't think. My entire body locks while my brain refuses to understand what I'm looking at because that's Ivy sitting there. My Ivy. The girl who was screaming at me less than an hour ago. The girl who should be at her mom's calling me an asshole. Not here. Not like this.“This cannot be fucking happening.” I shout as I try the door but it's stuck.“Ivy.”I pull the handle again. Hoping it comes lose.Nothing.“Ivy!”Nothing.“Call an ambulance!” I roar.“Already doing it,” Noah shouts somewhere behind me as Cole and Rhys join me

Ivy's POVPain is the first thing I feel. It's everywhere and it's only getting worse, it spreads through every inch of my body until I can't figure out where one ache ends and another begins. My head is pounding so violently that every beat feels like someone is driving something blunt into the side of my skull, my ribs burn whenever I try to breathe, and somewhere below my waist there is a heavier pain that makes my stomach roll even though I haven't moved. At least, I don't think I've moved. I can't tell anymore because my brain is screaming at my body to do something, anything, and absolutely fuck all is happening. My arms won't lift. My legs won't move. Even opening my eyes feels impossible and I don't like the impossible. It makes me uneasy.I try again because panic is beginning to crawl beneath the pain, slowly at first and then all at once when I realise I don't know where I am. I tell myself to open my eyes, but they stay closed. I try to move my fingers instead and somethin

Romans POVI don't know how long I sit there after Ivy falls asleep again, but I don't move because she asked me not to and for everything I have put her through, this is the least I can do to show her I am sorry, and right now that request means more than every violent fucking thought tearing through my head. Her fingers are still curled weakly around mine, her breathing slow beneath the thin hospital blanket while machines continue making noises I've spent the last eight days learning. Every beep, every rhythm, every change in the heart monitor, every fucking alarm has had me looking up expecting someone to tell me she's getting worse and that there isn't anything they can do to save her. Now she's awake. She's breathing. She spoken to me. And somehow I'm more terrified than I was before because the words she gave me haven't stopped repeating inside my skull since she closed her eyes.Your father left him without his.I look towards the door, where my father disappeared less than an

Romans POVI deserve the way she pulls her hand away from me. That's probably the worst fucking part of it, because every instinct I have is telling me to take it back, curl my fingers around hers and remind her that I've spent eight days sitting beside this bed waiting for the smallest fucking sign that she'd open her eyes again. But none of that changes what I said. It doesn't change the fact that the last conversation Ivy remembers before somebody ran her off the road ended with me looking her in the face and telling her she could never be mine. I told myself I was protecting her. Told myself pushing her away would put enough distance between Ivy and The Hollow that whoever had started watching her would lose interest. Instead, she left because of me, drove into a fucking storm and almost died because someone already knew exactly how much she meant to me.“You told me I could never be yours.”Her voice is still rough, quieter than it should be, but every fucking word hits harder th

Roman's POVFive weeks laterIvy getting her cast removed should've been a fucking celebration. According to her, it was. According to me, sitting in a hospital room while some overly cheerful bastard took a saw to the thing that had been protecting the leg she nearly lost wasn't remotely celebratory, especially when she kept insisting she was fine every time she flinched. The cast came off three hours ago, and now she's back at my parents' house wearing leggings, one of my hoodies and the kind of expression that tells me she thinks being able to bend her knee without crying means she's completely fucking healed. Her ankle is still stiff, her muscles are weak from weeks of doing absolutely fuck all, and the doctors were very clear that taking the cast off didn't magically mean she could start wandering around like nothing happened. Ivy heard none of that, obviously. She heard cast off and translated it into freedom.She's currently proving that by attempting to walk from the kitchen t