She ran.

She knew nothing about everything. She felt hopeless the day, she was abducted by a known man. She knew who was.
She got a chance to ran away and she did,she ran to nowhere. Years later she decided to go back to her hometown, nobody will recognize her, from the tattoos and change.
She thought nobody would...

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3. Ivy Hayes, 1989?

 "Ivy Hayes" She's different than the Abigail this Ivy had black hair, abbey had blonde, Ivy was happy, Abbey was not happy.  Two different characters but Ivy is make believe, she's the lie that keeps everything al right. Abbey the truth, the truth you can never ran away from. 

On the Sunday morning, Ivy would have probably be out working, making money by the hour but today Ivy laid in bed with a joint of marijuana, thinking about her family. How they managed to live so easily, how they're not looking for her, how they aren't looking for the man. Maybe they gave up? Maybe. She inhaled and exhaled living a puff of white smoke out of her nostrils. 

She gave up, wore her best shirt,an over sized jumper and her black jeans. Her make-up was smudged, her eyes were red, and her nails bitten. She left the apartment and walked through the cold,lonely streets of New York. She held her I.D and her forty dollar note. 

She arrived at the liqueur store, and got a basket. She got Vodka, Tequila , every strong drink that will possible make her feel better and have more fun. 

"Ivy Hayes, 1989?" The man raised his brow up in questioning. All Abbey could do was nod. He shook his head mumbling something. 'Sorry'

"Thank you" She broke out and walked out of the store with her liqueurs. Tonight was going to be solo party for her with music, drugs, Alcohol. She didn't care no more, she didn't care if she died with an overdose, any ways she is already consumed dead.  Nobody won't notice. Nobody will.

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