Little Bird

Chapter One

Ivy-

I woke up abruptly. My body was still tired and warm, not as alert as my brain. My mind was racing as I heard my boyfriend come home. I wake up most mornings like this. At 7:30 in the morning, Marcus comes home to greet me with shouts and shattering dishes. I force myself from the sheets and put on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt. Taking a sharp breath as I heard a dish thrown at the door, reminding me to get dressed faster. My hands tugged a shirt over my head as I rushed out of the door, stepping around the broken shards of plate.

The shards were hard to avoid, as I heard Marcus scream at me from the kitchen. "Where is my breakfast..." Marcus slurs in an intoxicated voice, he is drunk. I felt a shiver go down my spine, he smelt like beer. After smelling that smell so many times, it leaves me feeling a rush of anxiety. "I'm sorry, Marcus," I said in a careful voice as I walked into the kitchen. My eyes watched him carefully as I walked over to our fridge. He was standing by the sink watching me, he was wobbling on his feet and huffing. I opened the fridge. We have nothing to eat. It wasn't surprising that there was nothing in the fridge, it was hard to buy groceries when Marcus was constantly losing his job. "There is no food in the fridge," I commented, my voice nervous as I heard him groan and walk over to the fridge. "Bullshit," he mumbles under his breath. I let go of the fridge door and move away from him as he walks over and looks in the fridge. His eyes sharpened inside the fridge, and then over at me, I looked at him with a timid gaze. "It's hard to buy groceries because we don't have much money, and -" My explanation was interrupted by a firm hand hitting me in the mouth, I winced and went silent. "It's always my fault, right? You expect so much from me." He shouts. I looked down at my feet as I listened to his words.

I felt panic start to set in as he yelled. I was used to these patterns. He was only going to get more and more upset no matter what I said. "I will go shopping," I muttered as I glanced back up at him nervously. I turned on my feet and walked over to grab my shoes, and slipped them on. He continues to yell at me as I grab my purse and dash out the front door.

Dean-

"Dean you f*****g asshole!" yells a high voice, my eyes open lazily, and I look over at a small blonde woman getting dressed in a rush. I feel my head throb from a hangover. My eyes fell closed again, and I grumbled in a low voice. "Get out of my room." She was putting a shirt on, I could feel her glaring at me. I grimace as I start to recall what happened last night, just a pretty mistake she was. Her voice made my head ache more than It was already as she asked "So that's it, I'm supposed to leave?" I shifted and sat up on the bed, the silk sheets moving with my body, my eyes flickering over her with a sharp gaze. "Now." Her eyes shift over mine failing to read me, she grabs her phone and leaves my bedroom slamming the door. I heard her slam my front door as she dramatically fled my house. I left my bed and made my way to the shower. I smelt like alcohol and cheap perfume.

After my shower, my head felt a little better. I get dressed. I walk into my wardrobe and grab a black shirt and jeans, I feel an ache in my shoulder as I put my shirt on. I looked in the mirror and saw a purple and blue bruise. I hissed out a breath and turned away from the mirror, walking out of the wardrobe. I made my way downstairs to my kitchen, where I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I open it and chug the contents before walking over and grabbing my keys. My eyes lock on my gun and I grab it, I click the clip and count the bullets. I took a breath and stuffed it into my belt. It was going to be a long day.

Getting into my sports car, I started the engine. The car buzzes to life and I pull out of my driveway onto a busy road. I had a meeting at 8:25 am. I decided to stop at the store on the way. I drive through traffic to get to the store, pull into a parking spot, and turn off my car. Rolling my right shoulder as I feel a dull ache. A sigh left my lips as I got out of my car and walked into the store. It was busy, and I felt a wave of irritation flow through me. I was not good with people, and I've had this problem since I was little.

I would rather be left alone to myself as I do my work. The only problem with that is my work requires me to speak and be around so many individuals. Walking into the grocery store, my eyes looked at everything around me. Walking through the aisles, I look for something to...my mind goes blank as I feel somebody bump into me. A young lady looks up at me with an anxious gaze. She had long messy brown hair and pale green eyes. Then I heard her voice, it made my heart beat just a little faster. "I'm so sorry." Her voice was so cautious, I sensed myself staring. "It's okay." My voice was attentive, and my eyes seemed to seek out hers again.

Ivy-

My body was taut like a spring, the man was just staring at me. I step away from him, my eyes shifting away from his. He was tall, around 6'5", and had tattoos on his forearms. His black hair and deep blue eyes caught my attention, his eyes were confident about his actions as he stared down at me.

I didn't know what to do as I shifted on my feet and turned in the other direction. I sensed his gaze still on me. It was so confusing, that man was so strange, everything about him screamed danger, yet I liked being near him. There is an exhilaration about being around danger, like pointing a gun at yourself and praying it's not loaded. I snap out of my thoughts as I remember the task at hand. I searched through my purse and grabbed my wallet. I didn't have the money for food, just like I thought. Taking a shaky breath, I thought about what to do. I can't go home without food. Marcus would be so upset with me. I feel panic growing within me. I decided to step out of the store and sit on a bench. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I dialed Marcus's number, my hands trembling. "What?" snapped

Marcus from the other side of the phone. "We don't have the money for groceries," I mumbled as my body shook with anxiety. It was silent on the other side of the phone for a few minutes, "Hello?" I asked softly, my voice trembling slightly. "Don't come home." He shouted through the phone.

"You can't kick me out of the house?" I spoke as my voice shook, and I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks. He hangs up the phone and I look down at my phone. I feel so many emotions running through my mind.