Wishes Granted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Review Chain

After ending a controlling relationship with the golden boy of her hometown and starting a happy new one with an old friend, she finds her ex has broken into her house and she considers sharing a
secret with him.

Submitted: August 22, 2018

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Submitted: August 22, 2018



Ivy stifled a scream at the sight of George leaning back against the bathroom sink. He smiled at her placidly.

"I think we should talk," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Now he would be the one using that hateful cliché for a conversation she didn't want to have. But it would be fine. Ivy wasn't the sort to make a fuss, she would see reason.

"You should leave," she said, trying to calm the adrenaline flooding her veins. "We don't have anything to talk about."

Ivy pulled a towel away from the rack on the wall. She felt foolish hiding behind the shower curtain and wished it was a wall, a building, a fortress. The towel wasn't enough and she grabbed the extra-large t-shirt she'd worn to bed; it almost covered her knees and, even with the towel under it, it still didn't feel like enough. 

"How did you get in?" I changed all the locks, she thought, twice.

"That's not important. What's important is that we're together again."

That was George, declare something and it would be so. She wondered how vehement he would be if she told him the truth.

"No, we're not. I'm with Mark now." Maybe she would tell him the truth if he pushed her. Maybe she would show him.

"You're just confused," he told her patiently. "We're in love."

She had heard some version of that phrase so many times over her long life that it had begun to lose the inestimable significance it once held. Smiling at him, she stepped out of the shower. She liked this body, it was stronger than the first one she' had. Still, it was weaker than his, and she didn't like the sound of his possessive tone and what it suggested. If she left now, she wouldn't have to deal the consequences of all the changes she'd wrought. But the other Ivy would, the quiet one she'd helped into this wished-for life.

"I think you're right," Ivy’s body said, "and we should be together forever."

She walked passed him, down the hall, and into the bedroom. She could feel him following behind her. Sitting down on the bed, she held her hand out to him, inviting him to join her. With a self-satisfied smile, he took her hand and sat beside her, leaning in and kissing her while she said goodbye, leaving the last kind girl she'd loved to remember the little surge of strength she'd gifted her with. She'd only been along for the ride-- as she had with so many others-- to witness what Ivy would do with her gift.

She moved through the kiss and into George. The inside of him was filled with sharp angles, broken edges sliding against each other and scraping away essential pieces. She let George do his worst, seeing from her vantage point that he was no match for her girl. And when Ivy fought hard and won, forcing George to give up his belief in his ownership of Ivy, she stood still inside him while the police dragged him away, and she considered giving him a gift.

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