Olivia's POV
The second I saw the car leave I ran to the door, and jiggled the handle but it didn’t budge, “sh*t, think Olivia, there must be something you can use to get out of here”
I searched the drawers for a key or a remote, something, anything to unlock the door, “voice activation and a lock, I guess I should have known that he was compulsive from the way that he would always follow me around and break into my house"
I found a phone at the bottom of his underwear drawer, “I can’t believe he left this here, isn’t he worried that I might call the police?” I dialled the first number that popped into my head, I know that I should call the police first, but I need to talk to them, I need to know that they're okay
But most of all I want to know that I still have them, and that I can st
