Mag-log inIvy's pov The next day, I was about to get something from my car when I saw it, a folded piece of paper taped to the gate. My heart started pounding, I knew it wasn’t just trash. I grabbed it, my hands shaking, and opened it. The note said, “I see the way you moan for him.” I felt sick, like I was gonna throw up. It was about Dominic and me, no question. Someone was watching us, and it freaked me out badly. I looked around the yard, but it was empty, just bushes and the fence. Nobody was there, but I felt like someone was staring. I crumpled the note, my chest tight, and ran inside to the kitchen. I didn’t want anyone finding it, especially Dominic. He’d go nuts, probably add more cameras, or call his investigator. I was already scared, and I didn’t need him to make a big deal. I grabbed a lighter from the drawer, the one my mom used for candles, and stood over the sink. I lit the note, watching it burn until it was just ashes. My hands were shaking, but it felt good to see it
Dominic's pov That afternoon, I was in the living room, messing with my phone, checking the camera feeds like I did every day now. I was still freaked out about the figure I saw outside the other night. I heard the front door open, and Ivy walked in, her head down, jacket slung over her shoulder. I looked up, and my stomach dropped. There was a red mark on her cheek, like someone hit her. I stood up fast, my phone falling on the couch. “Ivy,” I said, walking over. “What happened to your face?” She touched her cheek, looking away. “It’s nothing,” she said, her voice quiet. “Just leave it.” “No way,” I said, my voice loud. “That’s a slap mark. Who did that?” She didn’t answer, just walked past me to the kitchen. I followed her, my heart pounding. I was already mad, thinking about who could’ve done it. Then I saw her mom in the kitchen, pouring coffee, acting like nothing was wrong. It hit me like a punch, she did it. I clenched my fists, trying not to lose it right there. “Hey
Ivy’s Pov The next morning, my mom stormed in, slamming her coffee mug on the counter, her face already red. I knew she’d heard about school, and I braced myself for a fight. “Ivy,” she said, her voice sharp. “Why aren’t you at school? The office called and said you haven’t been there all week. The scandal is over, you are meant to have resumed. What’s going on?” I shrugged, stirring my cereal. “I’m not going,” I said. “I told you already.” She put her hands on her hips, glaring. “You told me? When? You can’t just decide to quit school! That’s not how this works!” “I can,” I said, looking up at her. “They kicked me out before, remember? And now they want me to apologize for what that creep professor did. I’m not doing it.” She stared at me, her eyes narrowing. “You’re throwing away your future,” she said. “You think you can just sit here, eating cereal, doing nothing? You need school!” I laughed, but it wasn’t happy. It was bitter, like I couldn’t believe she was saying this.
Ivy's pov I was in Dominic’s study, sitting on the edge of his desk, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself. It was late, maybe nine at night, and the house was quiet. My head was a mess. It felt like everything was piling up, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so mad, so scared, I wanted to scream. Dominic was at his computer, typing something, not saying much. I didn’t even know why I was in here, but I didn’t want to be alone. I put my phone down, too hard, and it clattered on the desk. “This is all so stupid,” I said, my voice loud. Dominic looked up, frowning. “What’s stupid?” he said, turning his chair to face me. “Everything,” I said, standing up. “The school, Theo, that car outside. I’m so done with it.” “Hey,” he said, standing too. “I know it’s a lot, but we’re handling it.” “Are we?” I said, my voice sharper. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. Nothing’s getting better!” “Ivy, calm down,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m doing everything I can.” I l
Domino's pov I flipped through the camera feeds, and I checked the front yard, back door, garage, and side windows. Everything looked normal at first, just the usual dark shapes of bushes and the streetlights. Then I stopped on the front yard feed. There was a figure, just standing there across the street, near where Ivy said she saw that white car. My heart started pounding. It was too dark to see their face, but they were just standing there, not moving, like they were watching the house. I zoomed in, but it didn’t help. They had a hoodie up, and I couldn’t tell who it was. I leaned closer to my phone, my hands shaking a little. Was it Theo? Some creep connected to the note? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t gonna let them mess with Ivy. I wanted to run outside and yell at them, but I stopped myself. If I went out there, they’d know I saw them, and I didn’t want that. Plus, I didn’t want to wake Ivy. She was already scared enough, and telling her about this would make it worse. I ke
Ivy's pov A few days later, the doorbell rang, and I jumped a little. I heard Dominic downstairs, opening the door. “Ivy!” he called. “Mia’s here!” I got up, surprised. I hadn’t talked to Mia for some days now, but I was glad she came over. I needed someone who didn’t make me feel like I had to explain everything. I went downstairs, and Mia was standing in the living room, holding a bag of snacks. She smiled when she saw me, but her eyes looked worried. “Hey,” she said, dropping her bag on the couch. “You look like crap. What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Just chilling.” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right,” she said. “You’re all pale and jumpy. Spill it.” I shrugged, sitting on the couch. “I’m just tired,” I said. “It’s been a lot.” Mia sat next to me, opening a bag of chips. “A lot like what?” she said, handing me some. “You’ve been weird for days.” I took the chips, but I didn’t eat them. “Just school stuff,” I said. “And Theo being a jerk.” She f







