Untold Misfortunes

Ivy liked to sit outside in shirts and sweaters that dwarfed her small frame, with a cold cup of tea in her hands. It was an odd combination that I didn't like. She had spoken to any of us since she's been back. A total of three days and the most we've gotten is a look. We've all taken turns to try and get her to respond to us, but she'll just turn her vacant eyes to us. Rarely, you'll see a glimmer in her eyes that gives us hope she's finally coming back, but so far it's nothing.
I walked out to the porch, sitting down next to her.
"Hey, Ivy." I said, quietly. Her eyes flickered to me, I stared back at her in return.
"Matt." Ghosted from her lips and I got the sense that she was banging around in her own head, asking for someone to break her free.
"We're all worried about you, Ivy. We don't want to send you off to some loony bin, because you're better than that." I said, gently placing an arm around her frame. "And you need to eat more. Luka-"
"Master." She said sternly.
I rose my eyebrow, "Luka,"
"Master." She said again.
"Luka," She opened her mouth to go against me, but I covered her mouth with my hand. "Is not your master. He abused you, Ivy! He abused and used me! Did you not see how he just fucking tossed you to the side when that other woman came into the picture? Don't you get it, Ivy? We love you, not him!" I raised my voice at her, staring her into the eyes.
Her eyes welled up with tears, "I love him!" She cried out.
I wanted to slap the damn woman. "No you fucking don't! Wake up, woman! Wake the fuck up, Ivy, because you don't fucking love him. You fear what he'll do if you don't tell him you love him!"
She punched my chest, then kept punching away. I let her for a while, before finally wrapping my arms around her and pulling her into my chest, where she cried against me; her arms wrapping around me. I held her until I felt her relax in my arms and I could feel her body stop shaking.
"We'll get you better, Ivy, I promise." I said, as I lifted her up, carrying her up to her room and laying her down gently.
As I turned to walk out, Jimmy was at her door, staring at her.
"Matt, what are we going to do?" He asked.
"She spoke today, Jimmy. She didn't say much, but she has a deep fear of him, and we're going to give her time and space to heal. She's coming around, I can feel it."
[b]Ivy's Point of View[/b]
I was trapped inside my own head. The outside of me, belonged to Luka and wanted nothing but him, but me, the person trapped, hated seeing my family torn about what to do about. It was so hard to wake up from the fog Luka had put me in. I hated watching but not being able to do anything. It felt as I was being suffocated out of my own body.
I hated to see how Matt stared at me, how he stared at me like I was a broken toy; which I guess I was. I hated to see how much he loathed what I had become and when he kept saying Luka's name, my body responded by calling him 'master'. I was an ugly creature to be around. I was truly sick.
My phone buzzed beside me, and I checked it. 'Don't think it's just that easy.'
That was all the text said, my heart sped up, but I knew that it was wrong. I wanted to be free of Luka and everything to do with him.
My phone buzzed again, once again I glanced at the screen. It was a picture of Luka fucking his new toy. My blood boiled, yes I was jealous. I knew that I wanted nothing to do with him, but when I only had logical thought in the deep recesses of my mind, I couldn't help what the outside me felt. I couldn't help that she was jealous of Luka's new toy or how she wanted to be the one underneath him. I couldn't help how she silently declared that she'd be back with him. I couldn't help how she typed a response to the man who tortured her.
[b]She'll never pleasure you, like I do, Master.[/b] The text read and she sent it to him. Inside I was dying. You don't play with the devil, that's what he wanted. He wanted us trapped in his web and the real me wanted out.
[i]Matt.[/i] I thought silently as I was pushed further back in to the deepest parts of my mind.

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