His Caged Bird | Dark Romance

Fear

Ivy's pov

As I walked out of the room, I was greeted by my aunts, who were all smiling and chatting. We exchanged hugs and well wishes, and I tried to put on a brave face, despite the fear that was still lingering in my mind.

Stacy, my cousin, came over and gave me a tight hug. "I'll see you soon, Ivy," she said, kissing my forehead. "Take care, and don't worry, everything will be okay."

I nodded, trying to believe her words. As they all left for their respective homes, I felt a sense of emptiness wash over me. I was alone again, with only my thoughts to keep me company.

I walked back to my room, feeling like I was walking into a trap. As I closed the door behind me, all the memories of the last night came crashing down on me. The mysterious man,
the fear... it all felt like too much to handle.

I stood there, frozen, as my mind raced with thoughts of escape. I had to get away from here, away from this person's reach. But where could I go? And how could I escape someone who seemed to know me so well?I started packing my things. My phone buzzed and I jumped I quickly take it my hands and press the key only to find an unknown number messaged me.

"I'll be watching you,my little dove"

Its him. He is that man. How did he get my number?what does he want from me? I ignored his message.

As I packed my bag, my mind raced with thoughts of the mysterious man and the eerie message. Who was he, and how did he get my number? I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the way he called me "my little dove." It was as if he knew me, but I had never seen his face.

I tried to shake off the fear, telling myself it was just a prank, but the words lingered in my mind like a shadow. I couldn't concentrate on packing, my hands trembling as I folded my clothes.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, telling myself I would tell my parents everything when we got home. They would know what to do, they would keep me safe.

But as I zipped up my bag, my phone buzzed again. Another message from the unknown number. "You can't escape me, my little dove. I'll always find you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt a wave of fear wash over me. Who was this person, and why were they doing this to me? I felt like I was trapped, like there was no other way to go.

I was lost in thought, trying to make sense of the strange messages and the eerie feeling that had been following me. But my brother's voice interrupted my thoughts, calling me by a silly nickname. I turned around, expecting to see his usual playful grin, but instead, his face was etched with worry.

"Ivy, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I didn't want to worry him or anyone else, especially not our grandparents, who were already so sensitive about everything. So I just shook my head and said, "I'll tell you all about it tonight, when we get home."

My older brother nodded understandingly, but his eyes still held a hint of worry. "We're leaving in an hour, Ivy. You should go freshen up and get ready."

I nodded and headed to the bathroom, my mind still racing with thoughts of the mysterious man and his unsettling messages. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was watching me, waiting for his next move. As I splashed water on my face, I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me, and what he was capable of.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly finished getting ready, trying to push the fear aside and focus on the happy occasion we were celebrating. But the unease lingered, like a shadow in the corner of my mind, waiting to pounce.

As we drove away from my grandparents' house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The gloomy atmosphere and my grandparents' sadness had been suffocating me, and I was grateful to be leaving it behind.

But as I gazed out the window, my mind began to wander back to the mysterious messages and the eerie feeling that had been following me. I was lost in thought when my phone suddenly buzzed, making me jump with fear.

But as I looked at the screen, I saw Natasha's name and couldn't help but smile. She was one of my best friends, and her goofy messages always made me laugh. "Ayy wHat ArE yOu DoiNg liZard" she had written, in her signature "drunk" style.

I chuckled and replied in kind, "NotHing FrOg I aM On mY way tO The home". She sent back a laughing emoji and said "ok", and I was grateful for the brief distraction from my worries.

But as I put my phone aside and continued gazing out the window, my mind began to wander back to the strange messages and the feeling of being watched. The gloomy weather outside seemed to match my mood perfectly, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was waiting for me just around the corner.

As I closed my eyes, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep, but the next thing I knew, my mother was gently shaking me awake.

"Ivy, we're home," she said softly.

I groggily opened my eyes, feeling disoriented and confused. I looked around, trying to get my bearings, and saw that we were indeed back at our house.

As I got out of the car and stretched my stiff limbs, I couldn't help but think about the nightmare I had last night. It had left me feeling shaken and uneasy, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that every night was going to be like this from now on.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickly pushed it aside. I didn't want to think about it anymore. I just wanted to go inside, take a hot shower, and try to forget about the strange messages and the eerie feeling that had been following me.

But as I walked towards the house, I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched. I glanced around nervously, but there was no one there. I told myself it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, but the feeling persisted.

I quickened my pace, eager to get inside and find some sense of safety and security. But as I reached the door, I realized that I wasn't sure if I would ever feel safe again.

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Some one is watching ivy or is it her illusion that was created by her mind because of her fear?

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