Delay Story Aftermath

Posted: January 24, 2017 in Uncategorized

So…yep. 2nd part to that story I posted last week.

 

Weeks had passed since the encounter between Ivy and her birth father, and it still played over and over in her mind. She tried to sleep it off, but then she would think of him. And when she thought of him, that white-hot rage boiled in her blood once more. She still hadn’t discussed it with anyone other than her sister, and that was only because Yvette had been right there with her.

Right now, Ivy lay on the bed that she usually shared with Travis. But she’d locked the door, not really wanting any company right now. She knew that he was the most apt to start asking question after question after question.

And so it came as no surprise when she heard a knock at the door.

“Hey, Ivy…I kinda forgot something in there earlier. Need my name tag for work…”

She sat up, seeing the small tag there on the nightstand.

But she still didn’t want any company.

“Haven’t seen it,” she stated.

Outside of the door, Travis tilted his head to the side. There was no way she couldn’t have seen it in there. He knew for a fact that it was.

“…Ivy, is everything okay?” he asked, gripping the doorknob.

“I’m fine!”

He flinched, knowing all too well what “I’m fine” generally meant. He’d told that lie, himself, multiple times, usually after thinking of his dad, and his childhood in general.

“I’m coming in,” he told her, removing his tail piercing.

The piercing he had in his tail served an actual function (aside from looking cool): it could be converted into a lock pick. And so, he fiddled with it for a moment, before sticking it into the door’s lock and messing with that for a little.

When he heard a satisfying click, he opened the door. He was very nearly pushed out by a sudden influx of telekinetic force. However, Ivy had chosen to date a man just as stubborn—if not somehow more so—than herself.

The monkey-human hybrid had managed to push his way into the room, pausing only to get his tail piercing back to normal. His attention soon turned toward Ivy, who just glanced away from him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, cautiously approaching the bed.

He didn’t wish to get on the bad side of the psychic, particularly when she seemed prone to violence.

“I don’t wanna talk about it…”

He moved closer, bending at the waist and leaning on the mattress, propped up by his elbows.

“Are you sure? I promise, you can tell me…”

Ivy wanted to keep looking away, but she turned back to him. Damn those big green eyes… He made it difficult to say no sometimes. After moments of staring, she gestured for him to join her on the bed, soon hugging him close and burying her face into his chest.

He waited patiently for her to tell him just what was bothering her. He’d ask outright, but she might lash out at him. He knew what she was like when she was upset.

Ivy still didn’t want to talk about meeting her father, learning about her mother…any of it. All she wanted right now was some human contact. Even if it was with someone that wasn’t quite human. She kept holding him, letting his long red hair drape over her.

Travis kept his arms around her, as well, stroking her hair a bit. His tail curled around her waist, projecting one thought to her. He didn’t have to say a word to assure her that things would be okay.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that either of them said another word.

“…You really want to know what’s bothering me, hm?” she asked.

“Only if you’re okay with talking about it,” he said.

“Well…Yvette and I ran into someone a little while back…”

Travis kept holding her. “Was it someone whose house is getting TP’d later?”

There was a pause, before she chuckled a little.

“I won’t go that route, but I definitely appreciate the thought. No, it was our dad.”

And now, he was definitely intrigued. So, he wasn’t the only one in this relationship with pronounced daddy issues? She had them, too? Good, now he and Gemmy didn’t have to feel quite so alone! But he wasn’t about to actually revel in that revelation. Instead, he rested his head on her shoulder.

“I’m listening” he said. “Trust me on this, you’re not alone… So, what happened? He hit you when you were little?”

She shook her head, giving him a little scratch on the tail. “Nothing like that. See, Yvette and I had never met him before. As it turns out, our mom sold us to a lab for drug money and he didn’t even try to get us back, stop her from doing it in the first place…anything. We went through that hellish childhood, all because of THEM…”

Travis didn’t let go for anything. “You didn’t kill him, though, did you?” he asked after a few moments of quiet.

She shook her head. “No. He said he wasn’t aware of what his wife did. I did throw him into a tree, though. Nothing too bad.”

Travis had to wonder if her definition of “nothing too bad” differed from everyone else’s, but did not bring that up. Instead, he moved to kiss her, aiming for the cheek for now. She took a hold of his chin and redirected him a bit, the two of them kissing for a few minutes.

And once the kiss was broken, she continued holding onto him. Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms, and he didn’t bother trying to get up. She needed this right now, and they both knew it.

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