Chapter 6

IVY’S POV

"You really thought I wouldn't find out?" I said.

Lisa slowly looked up from her phone.

"Find out what?" she asked.

I threw my phone onto the table between us. She stared at it for a split second before looking back up at me. A loud laugh escaped her throat before she got up and threw the phone to the ground.

"How dare you accuse me with this bullshit?" she asked.

"I am not accusing you of anything," I said. "There's plain evidence right there that you sent that man to attack me."

She drove her black heel into my phone. The screen shattered beneath her shoe.

"See?" she said. "Now what evidence do you have, you little bitch?"

I grabbed her hair all of a sudden, pushing her to the ground. She reached for my legs, pulling me down as well.

"You crazy bitch, let go of me!" she screamed out loud, but I couldn't let her go.

This wench almost got me killed, all because of a man. Seconds turned into minutes, and Lisa and I were still pulling at each other until Adrian walked in.

I paused for a moment, and Lisa separated herself from me, running to his side.

"She hurt me!" she screamed out, showing Adrian the tiny bruise on her arm. "I told you this woman was extremely violent."

I got up, and just as I was starting to explain myself, Adrian cut me off.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" he asked. "How many times have I told you to know your place in this house? You don't belong here."

"Please, let me explain," I said. "I saw her message on your phone, she was—"

"So that's what you are doing now, huh?" he cut in. "Going through my phone, how low can you possibly go?"

Lisa's sobs were already filling the room. Adrian made his way back to her.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this," he said. "Let's get your hand treated."

"No!" I screamed, and Adrian turned to look at me.

"Your phone," I said to Adrian. "I need your phone. I am going to prove to you how much of a liar Lisa really is."

"Did you just call her a liar?" he asked.

I swallowed hard and could feel his gaze darken, anger rising in every heated movement as he brought out his phone from his back pocket. I grabbed it from his hand and scrolled through his messages, locating Lisa's chat.

But it was gone. Every single conversation from last night was gone.

"No, it can't be," I said. "I swear, I saw those messages last night."

Adrian grabbed his phone angrily and said, "You not only accuse my girlfriend of lying, you also have no single evidence to prove your stupid claims."

Lisa gave me a smile and returned to Adrian's arm.

"I can't believe she would even do this to me, with how kind I have been to her," she said. "She's just been so cruel to me ever since she got here."

I almost screamed at her. The urge to pull every single hair off her head filled me instantly. Of course Adrian would choose her over me. He would never believe a single word I said, and there was no way to prove this since the only piece of evidence I had was on my phone, and that had been destroyed, all thanks to Lisa.

"Let's go, babe," Adrian said to Lisa, and just as they turned to leave, Lisa smirked at me and mouthed, You thought you could win? You're nothing. You'll always be nothing.

*Later that evening*

"Where are you taking me?" I asked as Adrian dragged me down the stairs, my feet scraping against the wooden floors.

I had never been to this part of the house before; the walls were completely different from the rest of the house. He carried me down a long hall and stopped right in front of a door.

"What are you doing, Adrian?" I said, but he didn't listen. Instead, he pushed the door open and threw me inside. He grabbed a key from his pocket and a phone from the other; he threw the phone at me.

"If you need anything, call," he said.

"Wait... what do you mean?" I stuttered, trying to make my way to the door before he slammed it shut.

What? Did he just lock me up in here?

And that is when I realized there was no handle on the inside.

I hit my hand against the door. "Adrian, let me out now!"

Tears started to roll down my cheeks. "You can't do this to me. I'm sorry for what I did to Lisa. Please let me out."

Silence. The echo of his footsteps as he made his way back were the only thing my ears seemed to make out from behind the door.

Shit.

I took a look around the room. A tiny fridge sat in one corner, and a bed in the centre. The bathroom was really tiny, and dust covered almost every crevice of the room. I opened up the fridge. Empty.

I didn't know how long I was going to be in here, but one thing was for sure: I might not make it out alive.

The next morning, the door unlocked, and I ran towards it, hoping this time Adrian would let me out of here, but he didn't. Instead, he dropped a plate of bread and a cup of water, urging me to eat.

"When are you letting me out of here?" I asked.

"Until you know your place," he said.

He gave me a wicked smile before slamming the door shut.

I grabbed the phone Adrian had given me last night.

2%?

This motherfucker couldn't even give me a charged phone.

I quickly dialled my mother's number. Her voice blared through the speaker.

"Hello. Who am I spe—"

"Mum, it's me," I said in a whisper. "Ivy."

"Ivy?" she asked. "Is that you? What happen—"

"Mum, I don't have much time to talk right now. Is everything okay?"

She paused.

"I don't know what happened, Ivy, but the nurses refused to give me my medication this morning. They said I'd been cut off last night."

"What?"

"Ivy, they said—"

The call suddenly went dead.

"Mum?"

I stared at my phone.

"Mum!”