Prisoner of Love

“We also have other teachers to fill in your classes for the following days if you’re still feeling sick. So, just rest and don’t worry. Get well soon, Malissa!” the lady said cheerfully.

Although I appreciated that the school was more than willing to support me and help me out during my time of sickness, the truth was that this was all just a big misunderstanding. I wasn’t sick and right now I should be there teaching my classes!

“Thanks…” I managed to say in a whisper before the line disconnected.

Hayden…why are you doing this?

My eyes lifted from the phone screen towards the still-closed door and an ominous feeling began rapidly growing in the pit of my stomach. This is all just a bad coincidence, right?

Surprisingly, after a few desperate poundings on the door, I heard clicking sounds as if the door was being unlocked from the outside. My eyes narrowed suspiciously, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The door was locked from the outside all this time? Why would the do