THEM LEAVING

Ivy Scott

Taxi!

Taking the next yellow cab that halted before me, I told the driver to take me to the airport.

Yes, I'm running away

Because I couldn't stay here for longer and afford to bear with this city, those men any longer

It would be a lie if I said that I'm not scared.

I'm scared.

Not just scared, Infact I'm PETRIFIED.

And why is that?

It's because of those four men who rule over the entire city of New York:- Erickson Roerig, Nicholson Roerig, Mikaelson Roerig and Christofferson Roerig; The Royal Brothers of this country who are perhaps the most powerful men on this entire planet.

It was just that after years of my luck being at its worst, finally my fate has some pity on me and decided to act up a little in favour of me.

That's why from an year and a half I have been able to escape the hands of those men and finally, I'm reaching the airport to leave this continent, return back to my hometown, Paris where sadly no-one remains alive to await me.

I don't know what I'm gonna do, I don't know what are my exact plans about my future... All I know is that I'm leaving this city, this country, this continent to never come back here again.

I came here as a sixteen year old girl named Ruth Walker, with a beautiful happy family and a lot of hopes and dreams for her life but I leave here as a twenty three year old woman named Ivy Scott- an orphan who has no ambitions, who is perhaps scared of anything and everything around herself

Yes, I was scared right now. Even with a completely different identity and face, I was scared to my very soul while driving down these lanes leading upto the door to my escape.

It's been a year and a half. They've stopped searching for me by now but still... I was scared until my cab driver halted before the JFK international airport bringing me back from my thoughts

Taxi Driver

We're here madam and that would be seven dollars and two cents.

Ivy Scott

Y-yeah.

Honestly, the way I am, I am even scared of my cab driver in this moment.

With shaking hands and sweating myself I got out of my cab and rummaged through my handbag and handed him the cash while he helped me with my luggage.

Taxi Driver

Have a nice trip ma'lady!

He sauted me with a courteous smile and got back in his driving seat to drive away on the streets of New York City.

I let out a deep breath and lifted up my head to look at the city I spent my last seven to eight years. There's no doubt I hate this city for it took everything away from me and I'm never returning here again.

An hour and it was my flight being announced.

Finally, I'm leaving.

SUCCESSFULLY

That's the best part about it.

I'm happy but more than that I'm scared. Even though the men I was living with were monsters but they made me believe that other men around me are no less and they were the only ones who could protect me from them. Now that I'm away from them, I'm scared.

But aren't we all? SCARED, that is?