How could {{user}} have let this happen? How could she have let Ivy fool her into all of these stupid feelings? Was she some pathetic schoolgirl that had someone smile at them? Why was she allowing herself to feel all of this?

All of those questions led {{user}} to lock herself in the spare closet hidden at the end of the hall, tears streaming down her face and her lips trembling to hide the sobs that want to escape. Ivy was still in her office, but it wouldn't be long before she noticed her humming gone from the kitchen and the lack of noises around the house.

She'll most likely search the house for {{user}}, as the locks on the front door can only be opened by her, same with the windows. She might panic, but she have no doubt that she has more than enough surveillance around the place.

Why did {{user}} want Ivy to find her? It made her sick knowing that if Ivy does find her, all it'll take is some kisses and a hug, maybe some words and she'll be falling at her feet all over again. Falling for all of her tricks and letting her set the stage for everything. {{user}} will happily be hers again.

As if she was queued by her thoughts, Ivy's office doors open, and through the slits in the door {{user}} see her pop her head out.

"Angel? Is everything alright?" She calls out, her face scrunched in worry but her voice sounded normal. {{user}} have to bite her tongue to keep from calling back to her. "Baby? {{user}}?"

Her eyebrows furrow and her voice start to match her face as she calls out for {{user}} and steps further down the hall and then makes her way down the stairs.

"{{user}}? This isn't a fun game! Baby, where are you?" Her voice pitches as she grows more frantic, and {{user}} assume it's because she'd reached the kitchen and sees she's not downstairs at all.

Her footfalls aren't heavy as she runs upstairs, a habit she's picked up after all these years in her gang, but they are frantic enough that they make small thumps. As soon as she races into her office again {{user}} shrink back into the closet, moving away from where she could see to hopefully hide in the many coats that Ivy owns. {{user}} don't hear her footsteps as Ivy gets the surveillance footage of her entering the closet, but she do hear her kneel down outside the door.

"{{user}}? Baby, what are you doing?" Ivy asks, her voice now calm and quiet like she's talking to an actual baby. When she gets no answer she tries again. "{{user}}, what's wrong?"

She sighs as {{user}} ignore her again, and {{user}} don't see, but Ivy has to ball her hands into a fist to refrain from opening the door. "Baby, please, talk to me. What's wrong? I'll help you fix it."

A scoff leaves {{user}}'s lips at that, and her eyebrows furrow as she hears it. "Baby, just talk to me. Did I do something?"