Little Bird

Chapter Four

Ivy-

As I confronted him, he looked at me with that strange, unreadable look. I sit up more on the bed and move, so my legs are hanging off the bed. My messy brown hair fell down my shoulders, it was greasy and fell into my eyes as I looked up at Dean. "Mm, you're an interesting girl, Ivy." His voice was smooth and warm, I found myself more confused than before. A man who smelt of money and looked like it had nothing to do with me. "Can't you be interested in someone more like yourself?" I asked with an unsure voice. My eyes shift over to his as he chuckles, and I frown at his amusement. "Sure I could," he replies in a still amused tone. He was so odd to me, I stood up with my legs wobbling and weak. Two warm hands reach forward and grip my arms. I feel myself jolt at the sensation. His hands were calloused and worn, my eyes shifted over his grip on my skin.

He leans forward, and his hair falls into his eyes as he tilts his face down to mine. "I promise coming with me is the safest choice." The sincerity in his voice softened my heart for a second, being so close to me was driving me crazy. I was on edge, but I snapped out of my moment as I took a breath and spoke. "My stuff is at my boyfriend's house." My body tugs away from his touch out of instinct. I've only known the violence of a man's touch, driving me to be jumpy. He looked down at me and moved away, his stare calculating and careful. "Mm," he made the noise of acknowledgment and spoke up. "We can get your things tomorrow." I looked up at him slowly and nodded. His words made sense, so I didn't argue his judgment.

He offered me his arm and I wrapped my hands around it and leaned my weight off my feet. I limped forward out of the hospital room with the help of Dean. I froze as I saw Marcus. He was arguing with a police officer. His eyes snapped over at me, seeming to grow more agitated. He shouted across the hospital waiting room, "What did you tell the police? Bitch." He snaps at me. I didn't look at him as I felt Dean guiding me to the front desk to check out. The receptionist greets me, giving me some papers to fill out, and sighs. I feel Dean let me go as he walks away from me, my hand shakes as I write on the medical forms. Looking over to see Dean standing over Marcus, his eyes sharp on him. I feel tension growing in the room. "Who the f**k are you-" Dean cuts off Marcuse's aggressive mouth as he voices calmly. "You're a weak man..." It was a simple statement, but it affected Marcus so much, he went to yell but was cut off again. "Hitting on a woman will get you killed" his voice was smooth as he threatened Marcus. Silence filled the room as I watched this exchange of power.

The police officer steps in and moves before Dean, "That's enough." The man cautions in a low tone. Dean stared at Marcus for a few more moments, trying to remember his face, before turning to look at me. My eyes were already on him and this seized his attention. I hand the papers to the receptionist and stagger on my feet as I shift and walk over to him.

He helps me to the sports car parked in the parking lot, he opens the passenger door for me and I feel a rush of anxiety. "Go ahead,' he says, reassuring me to get in. I slid into the car, leaning against the leather seat. His eyes shifted over me slowly, he was enjoying the sight of me in his car. He closes the door and walks over, getting into the car's driver's side. I watch him start the car and pull the car out of the parking lot with ease. My eyes monitored him as he drove the car through the streets. The car had a soft purr to the engine that made my heart beat quicker. The roads were busy as always, this city was filled with noise and people. I look out the window as he drives us through the city, watching the buildings and cars as they blur outside the window.

We pulled into a paved driveway and I looked over the house. It was simple, uniform like the rest of the street. A paved driveway with a well-kept yard, a nice flowerbed with a nice display of sweet-scented flowers. I find myself looking for some kind of sign or hint of who he is. The only differences between this house and the others that stood out to me were the light blue paint and the dark oak door. He parks the car, walks over, and opens the passenger door to open it for me. Who was he? The question was dull in my mind until now.