The Angelic Misdemeanor (A Bloodrose Sequel ~ Book

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Ivy's POV

Here I was, yet again. Before the glass pane that acted as a barrier, shielding me from the density of the store's atmosphere. It had been two days since the incident and I had no idea why I was back here again. Something drew me in; I could not explain it but something drew me in there. Because there was no other explanation of my presence.

All of a sudden, a pebble was sent directly toward my head, followed by two more. "Get lost, freak!" Said the voice of an immature child.

God, I was so tired of these assholes! I turned around, the sound of the bike's tires grating against the rigidness of the road. The mini parking lot was empty, which meant no customers would see me.

I twirled around to face the ruffian. Stomping up to him, he stopped his bike and started at me with a challenging smirk. "Looking for a fight, kid?" I groaned.

"Fuck off, loser!" He snickered. He looked like he was around eight.

A half smile mounted up my cheeks as I increased my speed. My chin inches away from my neck as a thick breeze showered my body, sending my hair blowing sideways into my face, I ignored it. He waited for me to meet him to start pedaling. I breathed out and the wind simultaneously paused.

"Hey, let it go!" called a voice, my head wheeled around, but I didn't stop pacing. Who was that? She was blonde and could get me into trouble, I didn't care.

Finally, I caught up to the kid, without a moment's hesitation I raised my knee up to my stomach and released a blow, sending the child and the bike slamming into the ground.


My smile slipped as my posture slouched. "Be careful who you pick a fight with, kid." I said in a monotonous voice, my face executed no emotion.

"Geez. He's just a kid!" Said the same voice as she slammed her car door. She must have been in there the entire time, but wasn't the parking lot empty? I did not hear her car pull up. But then again, I was pretty caught up in the moment. Whatever. Without looking at her I showed her the finger as I paced away.

She rushed to his aid and tried to quiet him down, his cries echoed throughout the lot. I walked back up to the store's door and smiled at my reflection.

The bell rang and it sounded the room as I entered, notifying everyone of my presence. But only for a second, now that they all returned to their individual jobs. They were all so quiet. It was to be expected. The only thing that stood out in the room was me, even though I wore a color as mute as black, I stood out. They were all wearing a green polo t-shirt with the store's logo plastered at the back.

"Ivy, I'm glad you're back!" I heard a voice say.

I whirled my head around and saw the boss, "hey, uh... boss."

Her nose wrinkled and a line appeared between her brows. "Please, just call me Amara." I nodded, "so I got uniforms. My girlfriend got over excited and ordered a bunch, so there are a lot of sizes. Come on and choose."

Girlfriend? That's weird. But good at the same time, I thought she felt attracted to Isaac. But whatever, it no longer mattered to me. He was upset with me along with the rest of them and they had every right to.

"I'm a small. But I'd like the largest size." I shrugged, with my arms crossed over my chest.

"You don't know what they look like though, are you sure you don't wanna come-"

"Just bring it. I'll wear it." I mumbled with nonchalance.

She seemed confused for a second but left to get the uniform, anyway. I could feel them all staring at me, their eyes searing its way through my head. But I was used to it, so I didn't care. I was the definition of unbothered, at this point.

I felt threatened on the other hand, so I needed them to see how much I've endured. Maybe, they would either feel sorry for me or better yet, fear me. Whatever they decided, was on them. All I had to do was show them how unbothered I actually was. I've been through much worse, so if they want to try anything, I need them to know I was ready.

Amara returned with a folded green t-shirt and before she met up with me, I slipped off my sweater, in the middle of the store. My bra was the only barrier, as the rest of my torso was bare.

They examined how the bruises and tattoos stained my flesh and I knew they peeped, because I saw them find boring things suddenly entertaining as I turned around. I don't know how the rest of them felt, but I knew Amara felt sorry. I saw the blandness of the shock plaster throughout her face; I felt her revelation.

"Thank you." I smiled as I slipped the t-shirt over my head. It was so baggy and cosey. "So what will I be doing?" I asked as I tied the arms of my sweater around my waist.


"Are you sure you want this-" I said pointing to my arms and neck, "to be the first thing a customer sees."

"Well, if you don't want to, that would be fine. Heath told me that you'd be best for that position." She shrugged, trying to convince me and it worked.

Heath. God, he must be so pissed. "Well, in that case, I cannot refuse it." I said and she dipped her head in agreement.

God, I am so sorry Heath.


The sun boiled my skin, as I stepped outside. Panic struck through my veins as I was in war against my own nerves to which I was fatally losing. I heard my heart banging against my ribcage as I found myself in a horde of systemers. That the name I gave to the members of the rat race.

They abide and drown themselves in the system, following the leader; tumbling brainlessly off the edge of consciousness. Only in their last moments, as they plummet to their death do they realize the worth of life.

Everyone was rushing, hurrying to get to where they needed to be and I shortly found myself trapped in the heart of it all. Their bodies rubbed against mine.

Soon enough, I felt a hand grab my breasts. I pushed they're hands off as their faces went lost in the maze of human-sized lice.

That is what these humans were. Rats in a rat race, just running around for no valid reason. I felt like I was in a tornado of humans as they shouted aggressively toward each other and shoved like bullies in middle school. The only difference was that they were all bullies who had no one else to torment, but themselves and each other.

I felt like I was having a heart attack as its agonizing fumes exploded through my veins. I felt like I was being stuffed into a metal chamber, that I could not have possibly break free of. Like the oxygen supply was limited and even though I knew, I still consumed oxygen like an air-hog.

I was looking in every direction; for a way out of this as the small gaps were closing in more and more. My bottom lip only quivered, but my body convulsed like an earthquake occurred within the core of my body.

"Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose!" I heard the voices chant, their intensity arising from the ashes of silence like a Phoenix.

A cold wind zapped through my heart like a lightning bolt as it paralysed my functioning organs. Soon enough, all the remaining warmth that made me a warm-blooded creature evaporated into thin air as it was spewed from my pale lips, trailing down the loose sweater that veiled my identity.

I wanted to scream but there were too many people around, I did not want to be sent into a madhouse, though I deserved to be locked away, surrounded by bars of shame.

"Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose!" It was the voices in my head; that sent streaks of irritation radiating through the solidity of my bones.

"Shu-Shut-t." I tried, but my quaking body made it impossible to speak. I hated when I got panic attacks like these but the worst was that it was in public, people averted from my eyes not even caring to help or did not want to get themselves into my drama. A public street, where I was unable to release my irritation. "Arghh... M-m-mom...mommy." I groaned trying to keep quiet.

I held onto my hand and bit onto the thumb -- as hard as I could until I tasted my own blood. I wiped my mouth but the panic continued.

"Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose!"

Over and over and over and over until I could bear its volume. The screaming penetrated inside the auditory canal of my ears, until it lunged through my brain.

It felt as if it rumbled within my brain before my mind went splat -- exploding to bits inside my head due to the shouting. Voices running over each other before other voice overlapped that voice.

I sobbed and whimpered at the blasting tune, "Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose! Bloodrose!"

"SHUT UP!" I screeched, well I thought I did -- the only thing that came out was a long quiet whistle. A sound only dogs may be able to hear, as I was brought to my knees, emptying all the air from my lungs. It sounded like those whistles you use to train dogs.

People began to scramble. How the hell did they hear that? I thought as I took a deep breath, kneeling on the floor. God, they thought I was insane.

But I soon realised that it was not me that had then scrambled, in fact, it was a sale nearby. People would ignore a panic attack but not a sale. At Least, I could see my way home. I began to crawl, then gradually staged into standing up and then running.

The shouting in my brain had commenced. I leapt out of the crowd, tears of joy flying into the air as I ran. I looked back at the crowd and sighed.

Suddenly, I ran smack! Right into someone. My untied laces lay on the floor motionless as it was. I mashed one side unintentionally and tripped over it. I was sent tumbling onto the road.

"Watch where your walking, you moron!" Shouted the man, I bumped into before going back to whatever he was doing.

Leaving me for dead on the road.

Honk! Sounded the horn of a truck. Like a deer, headlights were all I saw. I lay there frozen in fear. No, no, no! Screamed my mind. But I could not move. All of a sudden, a flash of my father speared into my mind.

I hopped to my feet, but I was too late. I succumbed to death as I pressed my eyes shut. This was it, I thought. That was until I felt strong arms wrap around my stomach as I was flipped onto my back, but in his arms.

I opened my eyes and it landed on his. Heath. He stared down at me and I stared, dumbfounded into his. His speed. That was amazing, faster than the way my boring life flashed before my eyes, as I was brushed with death -- death, that laid too close for comfort. I had been so happy to get out of one suffocating situation just to tie myself into another.

It happened all so fast. Crowd, bang, shoe, tumble, headlights, life, deer, muscles? I shuddered -- to the cold brush of demise. If before I didn't want to die, I most definitely didn't want to now.

He allowed me to stand and get a feeling of the ground, "are you okay?"

"How are you so fast?" I panted, blurring my words together in revelation.

"Hey, I asked first?" He chuckled, seeming amused.

"You're right, thanks for ummm..." I relaxed one hand onto my hip and the other to gesture at the incident, but soon gave up with a sigh, "yes, I'm fine."

"Good." He bobbed his head back and forth, obviously not knowing what to say in such a situation.

"Thanks." I lifted my chin as I stared up at him. My heart was still raging inside me and my breathing was still rigid, but I felt a little better than before.

"Don't sweat it, moth." He teased me.


"Yeah." He said as he walked away but he shortly turned back, "aren't you coming?"

"Oh...I don't wanna intrude or-"

"Come on, we got a lotta catching up to do."

I caught up to his pace and strolled at his side, "I don't know...what you're talking about. It's not like we were ever friends."


"'s're a jock and whatever. We haven't really hung out since Tabitha's tenth birthday party."

"It was her eighth, by the way, but for real?"

I stopped in order to catch my breath, propping myself up against the nearby wall. "Can you stop walking that fast? I nearly died, ya know. God." I panted, one hand still on the wall and the other on my knee, "and I had a... attack."

"An attack?" He asked as he came back, tilting his head to the right in confusion.

"Yeah... panic attack." Why did I tell him that? God, what is wrong with me?

He chuckled, "come on, it can't be that bad."

"Have you ever had a panic attack before?" I asked as I rose my head to stare at him. He shrugged, "exactly." I breathed.

He scratched his nose bridge in thought, "you want me to carry you?"

"Yeah, I'd actually really like that?" I said sarcastically. But he didnt see it that way since he came and lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing. "Oh, my God! What are you doing?"

"You told me to lift you so I lifted you."

"I was kidding. Stop, put me down. Look everyone's staring!" I giggled as I flayed my limbs like a stubborn child, he would not budge. He held me in the way a groom lifts his bride except I wasn't calm. I was laughing but still trying to fend off his tight grasp.

"Since when do you care what people think?" I stopped in thought, he had a point.

I stared up at him, "you're right."

"Mhmm... So where do you live?"

"Aww...what a gentleman? You're carrying me home?"

"Yes, my mother would kill me if she knew I left you alone."

"And you're a mama's boy." I teased.

He looked down at me for a while then chuckled. I put my arms around his neck and laid my head against his Herculean chest. I admired how the sun reflected on his skin, oh how rich of melanin he was. If he wasn't a master-piece then I didn't know what was.

He was so cold. Though, the sun boiled blisters on my skin. "How are you so cold?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. That was some freaky shit back there wasn't it."

I felt my cheek blossom crimson red as he mentioned the incident. "Yeah..." I averted his captivating, cinnamon-colored eyes even though it was hard.

The simple task turned seemingly impossible to not look into that face. I just had to get a peek, I realised that his mind was elsewhere. I released my body's tension.

"Whatever that was, I'd hate to say she deserved it." He remarked before nibbling on his bottom lip.

"She did?"

"Yeah, she's such a bitch. Hey, you didn't tell me where you lived."

I turned my head to the right and saw my house. "Right over there." I ushered my chin toward my home and he changed courses. Suddenly I heard a beer bottle crash. It came from my house. He didn't seem to have heard it. I tapped his shoulder. "Put me down."

"Come on, we're nearly there, princess. I can't let you go down yet." He smiled.

I slid my hand down to his chest and tapped slightly harder. "Heath, put me down now. Now!"

His smile faded the moment he put me down. I dashed up to my door and my fingers trembled against the doorknob. As soon as I started to cool down, I got worked up once more. I twisted the knob and grimaced at the creaking sound it made, I peeked through the open space in the door.

"Fuck!" He yelled, followed by the sound of a glass bottle shattering as he threw it against the staircase. I flinched.

I felt so embarrassed, I slammed the door and darted my eyes at poor Heath, "get outta here!"

He was looking around, but then furrowed his eyebrows, "me?" his arms were folded.

"Who else? Scram!"

"Woah. Let's just calm down-" He said as he gestured surrender with his palms facing me.

"I said go!" I screamed as I clenched my fists at my sides.

I knew it was brutal but I had an idea of what he may have done at that point. Either make fun of me or get my father taken away. I did not want either to take place so he had to go.

He looked generally confused and it was a bit adorable, but then he seemed like he got it all figured out, "you're embarrassed of your home. Hey, I'm not that kind of guy, Ivy."

"God, Heath can't you see I don't want you here!" Tears stung my eyes, I'm such a cry baby. My nose flared as I tried to blink them away. I pulled my sleeves over my hands to hide them as the air thickened.

Suddenly, I forgot how to breathe. I held onto my throat with one hand and my chest with the other. My pupils dilated as I smacked my chest, trying to pump air into it.

My body starved for oxygen as my heart sent off an alarm throughout my cells.

"Ivy!" Shouted Heath as he walked up to me, I bent over, struggling to breathe.

He tried to help me but I wanted him gone. I threw my hand up and gripped onto his shirt trying to save myself and push him away at the same time. He placed his hand gently on my back not knowing what to do. My brain was of no help as it sat back and watched it all go down.

I caught my breath as I panted.

"That's a panic attack?" He asked maybe I should have answered but I honestly didn't even know if it was. I got these so often it had to be a disease instead of a mental disorder.

"Get. Away." I mumbled as I rose back up, breathing through my teeth. I wiped away the tears that stringed down my face, "get away! Go!" I howled.

He backed up and then jogged away. I sighed in relief. Moments later, the door burst open.

"You." I slowly turned around, to face my father. He strolled up to me with a beer bottle in his hand, swaying from side to side as he walked. He tripped over himself and I rushed up to catch him, he was so light that I just had to hustle him a little to the left. "Ivy?"

"Yeah?" I replied as I threw his arm around my shoulder.

He was pretty tall so I was just there for stability. My breathing was still rigid as my chest rose and fell as the aftermath of the series and events. I had to take care of my dad, he was my number one priority.

"You look like you need a beer." He slurred.

I chuckled softly, "you need a rest."

"It's not always about me, you know. I'm your dad-" he was interrupted by a burp, "I need to take care of... you too."

I looked up at him and he looked down at me. We smiled, then I opened the door, "Ivy?"

I paused, "yeah?"

"I made a mess." He said -- his eyes half closed. I opened the door and gasped at the floor, couch and table lathered in glass. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You must hate me. You must really hate me. I'm a horrible dad."

"No, no, no, you're a great dad! You just- you're broken and you're a guy, so I understand. I'll never hate you. I can't! Not even if I try." I rambled, trying to catch my breath at the same time. It seemed every time I spoke my lungs would empty itself.

"You should. I'm a monster -- and don't tell me I'm not. Promise me this, okay?"


"You'll go to college. I...have money. Your mother's. I won't dare touch it. It's for you and your college. You're a smart girl. Get outta here whenever you have the chance. I'd take care of myself."

"Obviously you-"

"I'm a grown man! Sorry. You- please Ivy. Do the right thing?" His eyes glistened with unfallen tears as he stroked my hair. "I love you, cookie monster. Don't ever forget that."

Suddenly, a burst of energy flowed through my body. He loved me. All of that endurance and pain wasn't for nothing. My dad, he loved me back and I felt half whole again. My heart began to thore in my chest as his words ran circles around my head. A dazed smile spread across my cheeks.

He inclined his neck lower and kissed me on the forehead. His lips left warmth to my soul as I closed my eyes. I reopened them and stared into green eyes as it swam in tears, streams poured out as he held me tight in a tight hug, "I love you, too."


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