Matt's Point of View
"Code Black, Matt. Code Black." I heard Ivy whisper through the phone. My blood turn to ice and I almost dropped the phone. We hadn't run through the Code Black routine in ages. Not since she was little and her cousin was coming after her with a gun.
Ivy and I had three codes; Code Yellow, for small emergencies, Code Red, for when she needed to make a quick getaway, and Code Black for the ultimate emergencies. Emergencies when we needed to be quiet, secretive and get out of deadly situations.
"Ivy, where are you?" I asked.
"The love shack," She said quietly. I quickly tried to think of where that was. Obviously, she was at Jimmy's and in his room. Then I quickly put the pieces together.
"Who's after you?"
"Him." Then the line went dead. I growled out in frustration. My love for Ivy went deep and I wanted to help her, but my jealousy with seeing her and Luka together recently, burned deeper. With the added fact, that she didn't trust me to tell me who was after her, hurt more. I punched the wall next to me, trying to think of what I should do.
The situation Ivy was in, wanted me to be the hero. I wanted to save Ivy and make sure she was okay from whatever bastard was after her, but at the same time, I didn't know if I could actually do it. I didn't know if I could risk saving her and just have her go running back to Luka. I didn't know if my heart could handle that.
If anything, Ivy would call Luka and he'd save her.
Ivy's Point of View
I could hear Luka in the room. I could hear him shuffling around, moving things and grunting in annoyance.
"I know you're in here, Princess. Just come out," I couldn't risk it. I didn't want to be cut up again. I held my breath as he came into the closet. I could clearly make out the sounds of his throwing clothes out of his way, then him pressing his hands against the wall.
I bit my lower lip as he found the small door leading to my hiding spot and as he started to open it, his phone rang out. I almost yelped in surprise, but I bit my lip harder instead. He could not know I was in there.
"Hello?" He answered the phone.
A pause.
"No. Keep him under. I almost have her again. If she knows he's not under real a coma everything will fall through."
Another pause.
"If Jimmy Sullivan wakes up, you can bet your ass that your head will be served on a platter!"
Then silence and the clear sound of the door hiding me opening.
Where was Matt?
"Found you."
Maniacal laughter.
The clear pain of being sliced.
Matt, where are you?
Dragged by the hair, out of the hiding space and thrown out of the closet.
"Don't cover your face. I want you to be unwanted."
You're not going to save me, Matt?
A clean slice leading from the corner of my jaw to my cheekbones.
Blood pouring down my face.
Then blackness, the soothing comfort of not feeling the fear or pain. It was almost peaceful.
But, Matt never saved me and that's what broke the peacefulness.

Notes

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