Fifty Shades of Way

***Ivy's POV***

I drove in my car for what seemed like hours. I needed to get as far away from that house as possible. I never thought the day we broke up would ever come, the thought of it never even crossed my mind, it all just happened so suddenly. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as the painful thoughts swam through my mind.

I finally reached a small hotel that looked safe enough for me to stay until I find someplace else. I grabbed my two bags, and headed inside. The hotel was old, and somewhat worn down. The paint on the walls was chipped, and the furniture was faded. I sighed to myself as I reached the front desk.

"Hello ma'am, how may I help you?" an elderly man greeted.

"Hi, uhm, I just need a room for about three nights.”

“Name?”

“I-Ivy Wilde.” He wrote it down on what looked like an index card, and handed me the key.

“You’re room 214. You go up the elevator to the second floor, and make a left. It should be on the right hand side.” I nodded, and grabbed my bags, heading towards the elevator.

I opened the door with my key, and the firm smell of a cigarette filled my nostrils. Somehow, the smell reminded me of Gee, how his lips always tasted like a combination of cigarette, and coffee. I felt tears threaten to escape my eyes, but quickly wiped them away. I set my bag on the small, flattened bed, and opened it, staring at the clothes inside. Even the clothes reminded me of him, and the day we spent shopping together. I threw the bag on the floor, not caring if the clothes fell out, and sat on the bed, hugging my knees to my chest. All day I’ve been trying to hold myself together, but now I finally broke. I let out painful whimpers, hoping that somehow, this was all just a terrible dream, and I’m actually in Gerard’s bed snuggled close to him. My sobs soon got louder, until I heard a loud knock at the door. I lifted my head from where it was rested on my knees, and tried my best to wipe off any evidence that I had been crying. I heard the knock once again, and nervously headed towards the door.

“Ma’am, is everything okay in here? I was just walking through the hallway and passed your door, and it sounds as if someone’s dying in there. Are you alright?” a man who seemed to be in his early twenties asked with concern written all over his face. I stared at him for a few moments before nodding in response. “Are you sure? You want me to get you a glass of water or something? You look kinda pale.”

“N-no I’m fine. Thanks anyway though.” I mumbled.

“Well, okay. My name is Tristan by the way. Yours?”

“Ivy.” I said barley over a whisper.

“Well it’s very nice to meet you, Ivy. I’m in room 217 if you need anything. Just knock, okay?” he said, extending his hand. I nodded, and shook it. He flashed me a warm smile before letting go of my hand, and heading back to his room.

I closed the door behind him, and dragged my feet to my bed, plopping myself down, and burying my face in the pillow.

I began to feel myself doze off, when I felt my phone vibrate in the front pocket of my jeans. I quickly took it out of my pocket, and stared at the screen in confusion. Gerard? Why was he calling? I continued staring at the screen, contemplating whether or not I should answer. One part of me wants to, the other is too scared. I close my eyes for a few brief moments before slowly opening my phone to answer.

Notes

Oh, jeez. Again, sorry for the long wait, writer's block... ew. Anyway, please rate, comment, and subscribe! Love ya <3

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