The Night He found Me

Ivy's POV…My legs burned as I ran, but I pushed harder. I wouldn't stop running. I turned back to look at the house that broke me, but I was long past it. It wasn't in sight. The rain had just begun to pour down angrily. It poured so heavily I began to wonder if it was angry at me for running away from a place I once called home when I should have defended it from the intruders. But no, I said in my mind. Not today.I kept on running, you could mistake me for a thief or criminal. The number of cars on the road began to reduce as some of their owners might have decided to wait for the heavy downpour to reduce.At some point, I was beginning to get tired. I was wearing out. The last meal I had, which was yesterday morning, couldn't sustain me to keep running.My wicked step mother made sure I ate nothing. My father had married her after my mom died and she's been hell bent on ruining me.I stopped running at that point and started walking, shivering from the rain that had poured on me

Ivy's POV…“You'll be in charge of taking care of the house. You'll dust, sweep, mop…”"I know what taking care of the house means” I cut her off.I accepted Julian's offer to be his housekeeper. Caroline, the mean old lady, was taking me round the house. She was the cook.She glared at me when I cut her off."As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by some street rat, you take care of everywhere. Let there be not a single stain in sight”I swallowed the insult. I didn't want to cause any trouble. Today was still my first day.“You'll meet the rest of the domestic staff by next week. Mr Julian laid off some workers and he's hired new ones" She stopped walking and looked dangerously at me. “Guess who advised him to lay them off…I did. I'm the oldest staff in this house and I've served Mr Trahan since he was a young teenager”I won't be intimidated at all. I knew what she was implying and I wouldn't give her that satisfaction. "So why are you telling me all this?”She eyed me.

Ivy's POV…My heart was beating erratically in my chest. How was I going to escape this?“I knew you had evil intentions from the moment I saw you" I stared at the strong face of Celine. She was standing by the door too. She must have come out from hiding after breaking the vase to frame me."I'm calling Julian” she glared at me and walked away.Caroline had a wicked smile on her face. “You're so dead" I shivered at the thought of death. Was he really going to kill me because of a vase?I moved back a little when I heard footsteps approaching."What's going on here…” he stopped halfway when his gaze landed on the broken vase.“What happened?" He raised his gaze and stared at me, coldness in his eyes."This wench here” Celine pointed accusingly at me. "Stole this vase and in an attempt to hide it, it got broken in the process”"Is that true, Ivy?” He asked, his voice low."I have no idea what they're saying. I was in the bathroom. I still have soap on my body" I gestured to the small

Ivy's POV…“What's so special about a glass cup anyways?" I asked. “Why are you making so much fuss about it?" “I don't blame you. It's because you've never made any money that you speak in that manner” she said.I rolled my eyes. ‘As it you have’ I wanted so badly to say that to her face.“You must be punished. That's how it goes here” "Of course not. That's not how things go" Lily countered from behind. “I've been here long enough and I know how things go and I'm sick and tired of you using that lie against the domestic staff" "What guts do you have to talk?” She glared at Lily. "What do you know about rules in a home?” she scoffed. She continued. "I don't blame you anyways, how will you know when you were not able to keep your own home?” Lily gasped. I turned slowly and looked at her. Shock was written all over her face and her mouth was wide open.That was very evil and wicked of Caroline. How could she say that?“What's all this fuss about?" We all looked up and saw Julian

Ivy's POV…“I don’t want another tutor.”Tracy’s voice was low. Her head was lowered as she mumbled.I closed the door behind me and walked further into the room. “I heard that.”She shifted slightly but didn’t raise her head to look at me.I sat on the edge of the bed. “You don’t have a choice, Tracy.”She scoffed. “My decision in this house matters more than yours," That was like a slap to my face. I knew I was just a housekeeper. Definitely, my decisions wouldn't matter, but hearing it from her was so blunt. I took a breath. I had to take things slow with her. I knew one thing for sure. People who were hurting inside always pulled off a strong energy and masked their emotions through arrogance, making others think they were okay. I exhaled softly. “You can’t keep pretending you’re okay when you’re hurting inside.”That made her go quiet. I reached out and gently took her hand. She didn’t pull away.“I understand,” I said. “And that’s why I’m here. Not to punish you. Not to judge