The Ivy Academy [COMPLETED]

Chapter 22

I'd never been so grateful to see a piece of technology in my life.

For the first time in two weeks, my phone was in my hand. So, they never got to destroying it after all. Maybe Allegra assumed it was destroyed, or maybe she was planning on it, but either way, my phone was here. In my hand.

I turned it on. Thank God it still had 30% battery. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough to call the police and get the hell out of here. I imagined what I would do if it was dead, if I had to charge it. I doubted there were any phone chargers in the academy. I would be just as stuck here as I was before I got my phone.

I wanted to know, more than ever, who the figure was. Last week, when I saw them, they were much less of a threat. I had racked through my brain, coming up with possibilities. Possibly a guard or another student sneaking out after hours. Today had disproved either theory.

Whoever this person was, was a threat to me. They had been keeping my phone away from me, therefore keeping me trapped at this academy from hell. A thought crossed my mind, suggesting that the figure was Dale. But Dale was an adult. I had heard his deep voice, talking on the phone with Allegra.

I didn't have time to be standing on these stairs, out in the open, with my phone. Any guard that decided to walk up or down, or even a student coming back from the dance would easily spot me. It was too risky going back to my room when Scarlett was in there, especially considering that we'd been fighting recently. I had an idea.

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I slipped out onto the balcony. The night air was cool and crisp. I would have enjoyed sitting out here, relaxing, if so much wasn't at stake.

I sat at the bench near the door, close enough to notice when someone was coming, but far enough away that they wouldn't see the illumination from the phone. As much as I loved unplugging and reading, I missed the glow of my phone, the warmth in my hand when I was on it too much.

I contemplated playing Rhiannon or Dreams, two of my favorite songs. I didn't have time, though to enjoy menial things such as songs. What if this is your last chance? I pushed the dark thought out of my mind. I would be able to escape. I would be able to return to a normal life.

Before I went to the phone app to call the police, I opened Safari. I would need to know the address of where I was before I could tell them where I was. I typed in the Ivy Academy and pressed enter, scared of what I would see.

A number of results popped up for the search. The Ivy Academy was a school in the Boreal Forests within Ontario, Canada. I knew it. 

However, me having knowledge of where I was didn't exactly help me when leaving. I knew where I was, but I had no clue how to get out. Plus, the further into the woods I was, the further away the nearest police officers would be.

I pressed on the more information button under the Ivy Academy name. Founded in 1951 by Dale and Jane Edgars, husband and wife. I zoomed in on the picture of Dale Edgars. In the black and white picture, he was a gruffy looking man in his late 70's, with a bald head, yet a lot of mustache. So this was Dale.

But it wasn't. This man had died in early 1974, 23 years after he founded this demented academy. I knew that the name Dale couldn't be a coincidence, but I decided to move on. Suspicions wouldn't help me.

I searched Bronson Academy next. I needed to know where my sisters were being kept, the quality and conditions at the very least. It was also an academy in the same forest and region as the Ivy Academy. I was close to Stevie and Cassie. I would see them soon. I knew it.