Ivy Bathory

[33] : The letter.

"She deserved him.
She deserved him.
She deserved him.
She deserved him.
She deserved to be happy..."

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Ivy's POV

I clenched my fingers around my towel, sipping a cup of tea and trying to watch the sun sink into the Earth's floor. The fresh damp hair on my head stuck to skin as it rode the slightly harsh wind. I squinted my eyes, struggling to see through heavy rain clouds that dominated the whole sky at the moment.

Below me, a car swerved into our street, black and sleek. Expensive. It glided through like a snake, slowly, and took a smooth curve into the parking lot of my neighbor to the right.

This neighborhood was empty, even with just two weeks to Halloween, there were no decorations anywhere. It's the same as it is every day of a year, void and almost ghostly. Not that nobody would love to celebrate Halloween, but it's just that holidays never mattered to anyone that lived in this area. As I said, everyone here cared about money and their jobs alone. Incase they did want to jubilate the holidays, they'd leave to do it at their childhood home with their parents.

Cinnamon wafted into my nose as I raised the cup to my lips, resuming to stare over it's rim as I study what was ongoing below me.

The driver's door opened and I managed to catch a glimpse of the man that resided beside me. For the first time in over four years.

Blonde hair danced in the wind as he tugged his glasses into his white shirt, tucking it into the space that the three unbuttoned pins had left, a smile to his lips. I shift between my feet as he rounds the car, going to open the co driver's door as well. A nude high heel comes into view as a lady takes a firm hold of his extended hand, smiling as well and lifting herself from the seat.

Her hair, a strawberry blonde that's so similar to that of the man, falls down and brushes her shoulders. The strapless dress that merely covers her thin thighs and unnoticeable hips adorns her body. She tugs the hems a little down when they climb up too high, chuckling cordially at something he says. I'm able to catch a few lines of what they say.

"...I told him yesterday..."

My neighbor holds her tightly, his arms circling around her waist in some form of lovely manner. He stares into the bluish grey eyes identical to his.

"...good...All to ourselves..."

His nuzzles the woman's neck, taking a sniff of her perfume. The lady seemed over the clouds at the moment, unable to do a thing. She let him kiss her jaw and cheek, even still doing nothing when his lips brushed hers and he slowly caressed her. I took another sip of my tea, watching as the girl's eyes warily darted around for any spectators.

"...don't worry. We're all alone..."

She smiled at him, then fully threw herself into his arms, kissing him with such force. The man chuckles into her lips. They shamelessly began having a heated make out session in the driveway, digging their tongues down each others throat.

My brow rose when he lifted the girl and wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing her ass and gently starting to undress her. The cloth went up and exposed pink lacy panties, which he immediately dipped his fingers into. Groans and moans filled the neighborhood for a second. My lip lightly tugged up as the girl's eyes fluttered open in delirium to only smash against mine.

They widen and she immediately pushes back the man.

He stumbles away from her in shock before turning to notice me carefully watching them. I merely lift my cup in greeting, a soft nod to my head. He tenses.