10 Mr Dickface

[January 18th, 2017]

[7:55 P. M]

"Well, it's almost eight Ivy, we should get going now." Sebastian suggested, looking at the time on his phone.

With a nod, Ivy stood up.

"Wait!" Mrs Clair stopped them before Sebastion could stand up, "if our Ivy is living with you Sebastian, then you should take the boxes that she left here."

"Oh, Ivy has more boxes here?" Jason asked and turned to Ivy.

"Oh yea, I think I should go get the trolly." Ivy offered, but Jason shook his head.

"It can't be that much, I could probably carry them to the car." Jason said manly while standing up and flexing his muscles in his arms.

She covered her mouth with her hand in a lady-like way and let out a small giggle.

Mrs Clair gave him an uncertain look, but let him learn the hard way.

Standing up, she walked toward her room and opened the closet door to where all of Ivy's boxes were.

"…" He was speechless at the amount of boxes. 'If Ivy lived in this building, how the hell would she be able to put this much stuff in her apartment?' He asked himself.

Stepping forward, Sebastian reached his arms forward for the first box. Gripping the handles in the side, he lifted it up and…

Boom!

"Ow!"

He squeezed his eyes shut and hopped around on his left foot, holding his right. He should have accepted Ivy's offer to get the trolley. His foot wouldn't have this much pain.

The spectating Ivy stood there and watched. She winced when the box fell, and she tried to hold in her laughter. She had a gut feeling that this would happen.

"Ivy! What do you have in here?" He groaned in agony.

Ivy narrowed her eyes and raised her hand to her face, gently tapping her index finger rhythmically on her lips. Ivy's eyes wandered the room as she was deep in thought.

After a minute of thinking, "good question. Do you want me to get the trolley now?" She questioned, tilting her head.

He nodded as he sat on the ground and took off his shoe, then his sock to see his toes turned red.

Ivy turned and left to go get the trolley.

Looking at the box, he questioned again, "what does that lady have in there?"

[January 18th, 2017]

[8:01 P. M]

Ivy had walked down the last step when she heard two familiar voices.

"I did as you asked, doing anymore to someone innocent will get my ass fined and my apartment taken away."

"Cut the crap, I am already paying you a thousand. How much more do you need to get the job done!?"

"I'm sorry Mr Alexander, but I can't."

Stepping towards the basement door, trying not to make a sound so the two voices won't get notice of her, she tripped on her shoelace and fell down the basement stairs. Her first thought was to protect her head, so Ivy quickly flung her arms behind her head, holding it tight.

The two voices came to a halt, listening to the girl falling down the stairs.

"Ivy?" one voice said.

There at the stop of the stairs stood an average-looking man. He had dark brown hair, his hair was short and neat, and he was in some kind of fancy clothes. Like he was getting ready to go somewhere for dinner or something.

Ivy kept her head in her arms. She knew that voice from anywhere. Ivy didn't need to look up to her to know it was her stepfather.

Slowly looking up, she saw Mr Suave standing next to her stepfather. Both of the men were looking down upon her.

"F-father." Ivy stuttered.

"What are you doing here? I heard you got evicted."

Ivy nodded, "I was just v-visiting Mrs and Mr Clair."

"And who are they?"

"V-very kind people. They helped me while living h-here."

"Where are you living now?"

"With me." A powerful voice boomed from behind.

The two men jumped and turned around to see Sebastian standing there with his arms crossed and his glare focusing on the man that was talking to Ivy.

"Mr. Allenson!" Ivy's stepfather said, shocked.

They both bowed their heads while Sebastian walked past them and down the stairs to where Ivy was.

"Who is that man?" Sebastian whispered while crouching beside her.

"My f-father." She whispered back.

'Oh, so that is Mr Dickface.' Thought Sebastian. He nodded, "Does anything hurt? What happened?"

"Nothing hurt, and I just tripped over my feet." She responded. Ivy wasn't feeling any pain.

"Are you sure? Stand up and walk." He demanded.

She stood up, using him to help stand straight, and that is when she felt pain in her right ankle.

Wincing, she took one step and fell over.

She closed her eyes tight as she started falling, but a pair of big strong hands stopped her.