Survival Island

Zara’s POV

I groaned as I stretched out my back out, it was the end of the school year, and I was working on the end of year reports and I was swamped. I was looking forward to finishing up and getting home to a bottle of wine. I was almost finished when I got a text message from my best friend. I thought it was odd as she knew I would be working on the reports.

Ivy – Hey hun, can you please come over. I need to talk to you.

Me – What’s wrong? Do I have time to finish the last of my reports? I only have a few left and should only be half an hour

Ivy – It can’t wait, I need to see you now

I should have been alerted by the tone. Ivy was level-headed and she knew how important my work was to me. If she needed to see me that badly she would usually come to me and talk to me while I worked. I was not a fan of going to her house as her husband and sister were always there. Her sister was a bitch, and her husband was a slime ball. I never trusted him, but Ivy loved him, so I kept out of it.

Me – Ok, coming now

I packed the reports I still had to finish in my bag and decided I would just finish them once I got home. I reached my car and smiled as the heat and fresh air hit my face. I was looking forward to the summer holidays and having some time to relax.

I arrived at Ivy’s house and parked my car beside hers. I grinned as I noticed her husband’s car was not here. Hopefully he was out and I could talk to Ivy in peace. I knocked on the door and was surprised that she did not come to answer. I started to get a bad feeling as I tried the door and found it unlocked.

“Ivy?” I called out as I walked in “Are you here?” I walked in and closed the door behind me. I did not get a reply, so I walked further into the house while pulling out my phone and intending to call her. I stopped when I got to the kitchen and I saw her feet sticking out from behind the counter.

“Ivy?” I screamed as I ran around the counter and saw her laid on the ground in a pool of blood with a knife sticking out of her chest. I dropped to my knees next to her and tried to feel for a pulse before I wrapped my hand around the handle of the knife. I was about to pull it out when I remembered that sometimes I was better to leave it in as it could bleed more when it came out. “Stay with me” I sobbed as I fumbled to unlock my phone and call an ambulance. I had only just got the phone to my ear when the front door was kicked in a swarm of armed police stormed in.

“Arms behind your back” they ordered as they stormed towards me.

“Save her” I sobbed

“Hands behind your back” one of the officers snarled as he grabbed me roughly and cuffed my hands behind my back while another officer in gloves picked up my phone and put it in a clear evidence bag.

“What are you doing?” I cried “I didn’t do anything, she asked me to come over, and I found her like this”

Ivy’s husband and sister then came into view, and both had red eyes like they had been crying.

“She would have given you anything” Laura, Ivy’s sister sobbed “Why did you have to kill her”

“Just because she only wanted to be friends with you and not your lover” Kirk, Ivy’s husband growled “He loved me and we were happy, why did you have to take her from me?” he let out an anguished groan and collapsed into Laura’s arms.

“What? I didn’t love her like that, she was my best friend”

“Get her in the car and to the station” another office growled

“I didn’t do anything” I screamed “I was set up, it was them”

No one listened to me as I was dragged to a police car and thrown in the back. I tried to reason with the officers who climbed in the front, but no one was listening to me. It was like I was talking to a brick wall, and I knew that this was all Kirk and Laura. Kirk had money and he could easily make evidence change or disappear. I felt my heart drop as I realised that I was unlikely to get out of this mess.

We arrived at the station, and I was thrown into a cell with a group of men. I flinched and went to stand in a corner with my back against the bars. I had grown up in foster homes, and I learnt from an early age that you never give your back to the enemy.

The men in the cell with me looked at me like I was dinner. I knew I could deal with these one of two ways, one I try to make myself invisible. I had a feeling that would not work since the men had definitely noticed me. So, I had to go for option two and show them I was not the small and weak women I looked.

“What did I pretty little thing that you do to end up in the slammer?” one of them leered as he walked over.

“I got framed by a rich bastard and his mistress for killing my best friend” I told him while shrugging my shoulders and acting unbothered.

“Rich people are cunts” one of the other guys grumbled “Sorry about your mate”

“He underestimated me” I smirked “Revenge is best served ice cold after all”

“I like you” the first guy chuckled as he offered me his hand “Names Chuck”