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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
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- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE!(:
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“Ivana, let go of my belt” John tugged at her hands but she wouldn’t move them. Her cheek pressed against his back, and she pushed herself flat up against him. “No” she whispered. “Ivana, you’re drunk. Let me take you home” John took her hands off him, and turned to face her. He turned a little too fast, and she was caught off guard, she tumbled into his arms roughly. She bent over his arms, and started to hurl violently. “I’m not drunk” Ivana groaned. “C’mon Ivana, I’m taking you and Anastasia back to the Institute” John bent over and picked up Ivana’s legs so could carry he her easier. “Here you are” Logan held out Anastasia’s sleeping form. “Thanks man” John slung Anastasia over his shoulder and picked Ivana back up. +.+ John laid Anastasia down in her bed, and pulled the covers over her gently. “Night, night” she murmured dizzily. “Good night Anastasia” John said as he slung Ivana over his shoulder and walked over to Scarlet’s room slowly. “This isn’t my room” Ivana groaned, opening her eyes. “I don’t know where your room is, so you’re just going to have to stay here till your bother or Oliver finds you” John pushed her down onto Scarlet’s bed and grabbed a glass of water. “I never thought I’d end up like this…sad and alone. You’re all I have left. Won’t you help me?” Ivana looked at him, her blue eyes soft and worried. “You’re all I’ve got left, is that pathetic or what? Have I lost my mind?” she muttered, more to herself than to John. “What do you want me to help you with?” John took a towel from Scarlet’s bathroom and wiped some of the throw up off her cheek and neck. “Ask me something, anything. I have to tell the truth to someone…no one understands me…” Ivana whispered. “What do you want me to ask you?” John murmured, keeping his voice low. “I don’t know…” “What’s the matter, Ivana?” John hesitated. “Why doesn’t anyone understand you?” “I’m a bad person…I’m so mean…no one likes me…” she murmured. “Why are you mean?” “Because my parents didn’t love me” tears formed at the corners of her eyes. “I’m sure they loved you, how could your parents not love you?” John sat cross legged by the pillows while Ivana sat across from him. “They loved Spencer more…he was their pride and joy…I was their little mistake. They tried to get rid of me, they tried to get rid of me…” “How did they try to get rid of you?” “They sent me to Hell.” She whispered. | “If they sent you to Hell you wouldn’t be here now” John pushed some loose hair from her face.
"Its possible. I’m here because Spencer didn’t want me to die, he told mom and dad that I could be useful for something…so I was spared. But it’s still his fault I was there in the first place” she started to cry, the tears rolling hott down her face. John didn’t know what to do. Ivana wasn’t Scarlet, he was used to Scarlet crying. He didn’t even know Ivana, but she was spilling her guts to him like he was her best girlfriend or something. He sighed, and met Ivana’s eyes. “Spencer protected you, did he not? That means he loves you. It shouldn’t matter who loves you, as long as you’re loved by someone” “Do you love me?” Ivana murmured. “I barely know you” “So? You barely know Scarlet, and you love her. I can see it in your eyes,” hiccup. “You look at her different than you look at Anastasia or me…you love her” “I can’t love her” John said. “And why not?” “Prostates tou nomou,” John recited. “Protectors law, the nomo tis agapis…law of love” “What’s this ‘nomo tis agapis’ have to,” hiccup. “do with anything?” “I’m not allowed to love her,” John murmured. “It’s against the law. Prostatis den borei na agapisei ekeinous tous opoious echei orkistei na prostatevei” “That’s the dumbest law I’ve ever heard of” Ivana swayed slightly, and glared at him at the same time. “But it’s a law I have to follow none the less,” John paused. “A protector cannot love those whom he is sworn to protect” he repeated, this time in English. “Then you can love me,” Ivana leaned closer to him. “You weren’t sworn to protect me” “We’re nothing of the same, Ivana” John hesitated, trying not to hurt her feelings. “You don’t know that…we’re more alike than you and Scarlet are…” Ivana fixated herself a little closer to him. “Ivana, if its true what you said and you’ve been to Hell and back you’re not the same as you used to be. You’re still broken, and you’re hurt. You don’t want this” John pushed back, away from her. “I’ve been back since I was 7,” Ivana stated. “And no one else loves me, why can’t you?” “Why were you there?” “My parents didn’t love me,” Ivana whispered. “They wanted me to suffer, and they wanted me to die” Ivana inched closer, till she had her body pressed tight against John’s. She met his brown eyes, and she just stared at him for a while. “What?” he asked. “I want to kiss you” Ivana murmured, her breath pushing back some of his hair. “Please don’t” John tried to scoot away, but she was faster than him. “Too late”, her lips hit his hard and rough. |