TWO | POISON IVY

CHAPTER TWO | POISON IVY

IVY KING

After my speech of random meaningless words, the whole cafeteria went unusually silent. The sound of a pin dropping would have been clearly heard with how silent it was. The girl from earlier, Victoria, suddenly stood up and yelled. “The chick is a fucking freak. She called herself poison Ivy earlier."

That was how I got the nickname ‘Poison Ivy.' Apparently, my presence and existence in this world irritates people and everyone needs to stay away from me.

I was hoping the nickname would die down after a while but it never did.

Even till this day, a lot of students and even some stupid teachers call me poison Ivy. The nickname was passed from grade to grade and it sure as hell stuck…just like the bullying.

That incident was also the beginning of my bullying.

Like I guessed, the guy that asked me on a date, Brian Copper, was a senior and also the quarterback in the school's soccer team. He was every girl's dream boyfriend and from the rumours I mistakenly overheard, some female teachers were also interested in him.

He took my random statement as rejection and destroyed my highschool life because of it. Everyone started calling me poison Ivy and some called me ‘poison Ivy the raccoon."

Recalling how awful my first year of highschool was almost brought tears to my eyes so I quickly shut the thought about them out.

After that incident, I became determined to graduate as fast as possible and get the hell out of this school and my house.

I have never had peace at home since my father thinks the best way to train his only child is by turning her into a punching bag and making her a victim of an extreme roast battle, except that in this case, only my father is doing the roasting.

I was hoping to find peace at school after we moved to a new town but that plan failed on the first day of highschool.

There is nothing I want more than tk leave my house and school, so I worked my ass off and got the best grade but in my sophomore year, I dropped from being the top student to being among the worst five students.

Trust me, till this moment, I don't know how it happened. It happened just like that.

I have been trying to go back to that position but no matter how hard I try, it doesn't work.

My father has always and would probably always be a fucking asshole that only cares about himself. I have never had a mother figure in my life. I learned to stop asking about my mother at a very young age after I almost saw the Lord from the beating that the abomination of a father gave me because I asked who my mother is and where she is.

I didn't know it is a crime to want to know about your mother.

I am not allowed to leave the house unless I am going to school. I am not allowed to attend any party, whether held by the school, in the school or by any of my classmates. I am not allowed to go to any store no matter how urgent what I need is. If I need anything at all, I am to give my father's assistant a call and it would be provided for me as soon as possible.

I am not allowed to go for a walk or jog. We have a private gym at home for me to use anytime I want. I am also not allowed to have anyone over but it's not like I have a friend or boyfriend to invite to my house anyways.

I am forbidden to have a boyfriend and I can't count the number of times my father has threatened to kill me if he ever finds out that I am not a virgin.

One time, when I was just given my first phone at the age of sixteen, I had a F******k friend that I flirted back and forth with. Somehow, my father found out and trust me when I say that that was the last time I used any social media platform.

He gave me permanent scars and till date, I feel physical pain whenever I remember the incident.

Not only did my devilish father hurt me really badly, he also found the location of the poor boy, beat him up pretty badly, brought me home for me to see and blamed me for doing it to the fifteen year old.

I still haven't forgiven myself for doing that to him. If I had just listened to my father and stayed on my own, he wouldn't have had to go through that pain.

My father watches every one of my movements no matter how hard I try to hide it. I have given up on ever trying to live my life to the fullest while I still live with him.

When I turned eighteen last year, my stupid as fuck ass thought I am now an adult and would be treated as a legal adult…I thought I could do whatever I wanted to do.

I gathered up all the courage I had and told my father that I would love to move out since I could do that legally. I ended up in a coma for five fucking days.

Sometimes, I am so tempted to just grab a knife and stab him. Most times, I am so tempted to just take my life and end all the pain and suffering but I don't.

I don't do it not because I think things will ever get better. I haven't committed suicide because I am a fucking coward. I can't just bring myself to do something like that even though I know I deserve to be dead.

With a sigh that echoes around the empty school hallways, I snap out of my dark thoughts and push the door to my classroom open. I didn't even notice I was in front of my classroom…so deep in thought.

As usual, I go straight to the back and take my seat. I have developed the habit of coming as early as possible to avoid any drama in the hallways.

I am arranging my things when the door of the classroom is thrown open with so much force that my desk vibrates.

Startled, I jump to my feet and turn to look at the brainless pencil that has never seen a door in his or her life and therefore, doesn't know how to use it.