Addicted to you

For a moment, she stood there blankly, staring at the closed door. Her mind tried to make sense of what had just happened.

Then slowly, realization began to drip in—first like cold water, then like a flood.

She fumbled for her phone and called her mother.

Linda, who had just shut her eyes after their conversation, answered on the third ring with a groggy growl. "Venice, what now? Why don't you sleep?!"

"Mom!" Venice hissed, voice trembling with urgency. "A man just entered Yeri's room—I saw him with my own eyes! Tall, wearing a black coat and a hat. He looked suspicious. Do you what this means?! I'm standing right here!"

Linda frowned, rubbing her temples. "So what? Maybe she let him in. Why are you dragging me into this now?"

"You don't get it!" Venice cried, eyes still locked on Yeri's door like a hawk guarding prey. "Whether she let him in or he broke in—it doesn't matter! Either way, her reputation will be ruined!"

That got Linda's attention. She sat up, wide awake now. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying call her parents! Get them here, now! We'll expose her for the spoiled little liar she is. Let them see the truth about their precious daughter."

Venice hung up before her mother could object. Her fingers trembled with excitement. Her heart thundered like it might burst from her chest. She had been exhausted moments ago, but now it was like she had downed an entire barrel of espresso. Her blood sang.

This was it.