Poison Ivy

Chapter 2

Ivy

The clock was ticking with each and every second. Passing time was torture.

Every time I looked at the clock, I only find out that time had rarely passed. Neither Netflix nor the books amused me. I was so bored that cleaning had been entertaining for me but what could I clean more when the house was almost nothing but minimalistic. It was a small house with a garage.

A small coffee table, a couch, and a television were all that was in this living room. The kitchen was almost too minimalistic. The coffee machine was manual and everything was almost like I was living in the eighties. So much emptiness surrounded this house that it made me feel empty too.

Even the garage was empty. I had no car in it, not even a bicycle. Aster Kane didn't allow it. I was on his misery to get out of this town. I fed on whatever he brings in and I had never complained at all. His tastes were good, to begin with. Starvation was not a word in my dictionary for the last six years.

Gourmet foods graced the table whenever he came striding in the house.

He kept me happy as much as he could. The word couldn't be on my lips and he would have it available for me but not a bicycle or a car.

I sighed at my own misery as another episode of some show rolled off. Hanging my head off the couch, with my dark hair hanging off, I looked at the wall behind me.

I imagined a big painting on the wall. It would have been a good chance to look at but it wasn't going to be happening any soon. Aster had told me not to dug nails in the wall. I never knew why. It was a no-touch subject for him.

So was the room that was locked and bolted on the other hand of the house. There were only three bedrooms in the house. One was locked and bolted, the other was turned into a closet and the last one was where I slept.

I had been curious about that room and in the last six years, I had tried everything to open it. I had taught myself how to open each and every lock but none of the knowledge helped. Neither that came from the internet or the one I was taught I learned from the servants and those who passed time in the street in the house where I used to live.

Six years was enough for me to have the room lose its interest in me. Aster had never opened a single lock of that room and it made me lose all my curiosity over time[RC1] .

Another sigh escaped my lips. Shifting down I had my legs hanging out of the couch casually moving them as I stared at the ceiling this time.

On the days like this where I was dying of boredom, I expected more from him but the reality always came crashing in.

My parents had been the reason why his parents and sister were murdered in front of his eyes. Unlike me, he wasn't a kid.

At fifteen years old he remembered everything about that night but three years later when I was barely ten, I didn't remember a thing when he killed my family in front of me. No idea who he was or why he had done this. All I did was nothing when he came to kill me colored in red of my parents of blood.

I was too scared to even scream and he was in no mood to kill a child but my brother didn't have the same fate. Four years my elder, he had attacked him with knives only to be stabbed with one. He had left me. My fingers went on the scar on my left arm running down from my shoulder to my elbow.

I wasn't left unharmed. I bled as much as my family did. The saving grace was the distant family relative who took me in. They were said to be too generous for letting me live in the big house theirs.

A laugh left my lips this time.

Those rich people never considered me to be a family. I was just another servant who was sadly treated badly even by the servants.