Olivia's P.O.V
It's been five months since that horrible night. Since my mate locked me in that dark small room, with no heating, light, food or water for three days.
The memory keeps replaying in my mind. How I kept trying to count the time but soon realised it was impossible. How I cried and screamed out for him to save me, but no-one came. I nearly died in that room.
The air was sparse and I couldn't even function or move. It felt like I was in there for years.
Sometimes I get nightmares and I wake up crying and screaming, thinking I'm still there. I can hardly get any sleep and I either just walk around my room like a zombie or lie in bed staring at the ceiling.
When Lex finally unlocked the door after four days, he came in, picked me up and placed me on our bed. He forced
