"It was her fault! Not mine! Here's the proof!" She fished out her phone and showed it to the detectives. I caught slight glimpses of the video - there I was, stealing it, the key.Not me. Why she wanted it I had no idea, but I knew one thing - that was not me. 

   I wish I could forget what happened that day but how could I? Her lies, her betrayal, her fault. Taunting me in my unpleasant dreams. My eyes were wide open, facing the ceiling. I'm in her house, why was I so nice to her before? Why is she so happy to see me? That look in her eyes was... Thankful? Of course they would be! She might not care one bit for me being alive but the fact that I, I helped her. I gave in to her false accusations! I knew so well what she did and what did I do? Nothing! I remember vividly what I said.

  "I did it."

   I  groaned in frustration, a bit too loudly, I thought but I guess she did not hear it. I climbed out of bed, nearly tumbling over. There was a small, round mirror across from me. I looked at my reflection. My hair was unkempt and frazzled but behind that look, I could see my eyes, normally light chestnut brown, were rimmed with rage. 

  I could hear her footsteps coming toward the room I was in and before I could curl back into a false slumber, she opened the door and said as gently as she could," Kiara, dear, good morning." Her voice sounds a bit too gentle, not threatening, but afraid - of me. I tried my best to hide my anger, like keeping a beast in its cage, I felt as if her presence was suffocating me.

  I put on a false smile and replied, " Good morning Ivy." I clenched my fist hard behind my back when I said her name, half wanting to punch her and also wanting to turn her in, but now was not the time; not yet. Breathe.

  I tried to look natural- slouching and putting on a mild smile. I could see the morning sunshine shine over her face, making it brighter. She was not pretty. I remember what I taught last night, in my rush to get here. She was rich, but not selfish. Could I have been anymore wrong? My eyes studied her face, I could not help but remember the time where she did not hesitate and agreed to my lie- when I turned myself in. She even smirked. And now, here I am in her guest bedroom having a conversation, where she did all the talking and I was nodding like I was listening, not scheming. All I knew was something about 'I miss you' I almost gagged at the thought. I fought to hold back my sudden burst of laughter, the reason being that the thought of her missing me was just ridiculous. Ha!

  She walked out of the room leaving the door wide open. I have to get out here and tell them. My exact thought just before I escaped prison.