Olivia heard the door creak open, the familiar sound that usually brought her no comfort. She didn't bother to turn over. She already knew who it was. Most likely her stepsister, ready to mock her, ready to prove to her happiness wasn't on her side.
But, frankly, that didn't matter. It was still easier than being with Dylan. She had thought he was different, at least, he had claimed to be. She had let herself believe his words, but it seemed in the end, no one tells you they're evil until it's too late.
The voice that broke her thoughts was not her stepsister's, though. "It's me, Olivia."
That sound, she registered but who gave him that power to think he could come over to her home? She rolled onto her side, locking her gaze on the figure now standing by the bed.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice soft, hardly loud because she had been mute the whole day.
