Olivia is staring at me, tears are trickling down her face and that's when I realize that my tears have been falling all along but I was too livid to notice. I was busy arguing. "Get out, Olivia!" I shout. Her name tastes so bad on my tongue. Immediately she turns on her heel and leaves, Bobby escorts her. Now it's just my dad, my brother and I. "Roxy and Vic, I am truly sorry for what happened to you, but I would suggest that we sit and talk about everything. Get to answer each other's questions. I am ready to tell you everything, only if you hear me out," dad speaks. I glance at my new wristwatch and it says it's 11PM.How?! How long have we been in here arguing? "Not now, we have to go home," I sigh avoiding eye contact. "Home? This is home," he says, gesturing at the huge room and I know he means Wolf Street. "We can't stay here," Vic says. Dad sighs and clears his throat. "I know where you currently live, I don't know much about that family but they must be treating both
Roxy's POVLast night was out of the ordinary, with all that happened, all the yelling, the anger that took over me and seeing my father, I hardly got any sleep and spent the time staring into the darkness in a room that I was told was mine. The bed that I'm lying on looks so expensive, and the house decor, quite classy I'd say, looks like it cost dad a fortune. Where does he get all of the money from? I've been to the Street of the Damned for a while now but I have never ever set foot in this house. I used to see it from afar, a large beautiful house with flowers at the front, kind of like Kyrah's house but much bigger. Little did I know that my father spent most of his time in there and that I even had my own room in there! At night, so many memories flashed through my mind. I got so livid at some point, wondering why he did not show up, why no one even bothered to tell us he was alive. The thought of him being so close yet I didn't even know, made me clench my fists, making my na
"Kids, I never continued having an affair with your aunt Olivia. I only gave her money to ensure that both of you were well taken care of, plus you don't know the whole story." "And that insane woman used all my money and lied that she couldn't afford to pay school fees for both of us. Indeed, she was trying to get rid of us, get us out of the picture and she succeeded," Vic complains. "She wanted to get rid of anything that was standing in her way. I bet she was probably plotting our murder next," I gasp at the realization. She even chased Vic away! "Lady Macbeth!" I say through gritted teeth. "Whatever happened between your aunt and I is long gone. I know both of you have been through alot, especially since your mother passed away–" "You don't even have the slightest idea of what we went through, dad! So don't say you know what we've been through." The scowl on Vic's face tells it all. He's as livid as I am, or even worse and when he speaks, he has direct eye contact with dad.
"We haven't used it yet, because we weren't sure if this was a scam or not," I inform him."Clever as always," he smiles. "Now you can use it. Anyway, formerly, this place was a small trailer park, known as Wolf Street, the people who I found here were helpless. Some were orphans and widows, some came back from jail and found their women and children had moved away. Others were street families and some were reformed criminals. I decided to gather them all up, and with the help of the firm, we raised money, bought more trailers for them and gave them a home. Bobby was among the first people who lived here. I bought the land myself and swore to protect these people who are now my family, most of them who had no criminal records joined the army, people like Boogie. The government knows we exist, so this is not an illegal place I created. In fact, the mayor provides our security, they aren't goons, Vic. They are what kept me sane. A large family of good people.""Just like they are to me,
Roxy's POVIt's quite strange honestly, being here with him again after so long. Despite how long he'd been away, I still remember everything about him. His gentle smile is still the same, his dark hair, the way he laughs, making his entire body move. He looks different, with the scar on his face but all in all, that's the only physical difference I can spot. I know all this awkwardness will end with time. I wonder how everyone at the party will react.Will Kyrah and Scott like him? What will Kyrah even say when she finds out that Scar, is my dad?Vic is driving right now and we're headed to Kyrah's place. It's almost 7PM. Earlier on, dad took us on a mini tour around Wolf Street, well I knew my way around but Vic didn't.As of now, I'm seated at the back seat alone, with dad sitting shotgun, facing straight ahead just like Vic is. We're riding in a pretty classy, black Mercedes-Benz CLS, brand new if you ask me, and I'm admiring the seats just as random thoughts flood my medulla. Thi
"Welcome home... Trent? Right?" Kyrah's dad says and he walks to shake hands with my dad. "I've seen you before," dad ponders for a second. "On the news! Jones Bailey? This is incredible!" he pauses for another second. "I'm aware that Roxy has been staying here, I'm very grateful." "Don't worry about it. Everyone is welcome here," Mr. Bailey says, showing my dad the way. "Dad!" Vic calls out "Scott is right behind you, I've been staying at his house."Dad turns and shakes Scott's hand. "I appreciate your hospitality to my children," he turns to look around the room, "All of you. Thank you." "Uhm... Since we're all mixed up and I'm sure we've all got some catching up to do, why don't we leave our parents here and move the party next door?" Kyrah asks me and her mom agrees, so do I."Great idea, honey," Mrs Bailey says "We'll ensure that your dad feels welcomed here, Roxy dear. Boy, do I have a lot of questions." She hides a smile. "Don't grill him too much," I joke and she winks
Kyrah's POV Roxy always knows when something is wrong with me. Am I that transparent? I guess so. "Blake has been calling and texting for hours, but I don't want to talk to him," I say. "What does he want?" Roxy frowns. I move to where my nightstand is and I take the newspaper that's been placed on top of it. The front page is all about the Dawson's. How Max Dawson fired almost a hundred employees at his hotel, again, and his wife is being charged for drug trafficking.I hand it to Roxy and she takes time to go through the page."Rich people always have issues like these. I'm not surprised at all. But what does Blake want from you?" she asks. I sigh heavily as I sit on the bed next to Roxy. "I don't know. He keeps calling after every thirty minutes. What do I do?" I pinch the bridge of my nose. "I've been ignoring him all day." "Maybe you should listen to what he has to say. You guys are still together and as far as I know, you're just keeping your distance," she states and I n
Kyrah's POVI had a conversation with Scar, Roxy's dad, Daniel Trent, right before I came over to Scott's house where, apparently, another group of people were standing by. Tyler and Maeve invited them, they're all from campus and I'm sure I've struck conversations with them once or twice.The music is so damn loud that it makes my skin tingle and my lungs feel like mush. The bass in here is thumping in time with my heart beat as if they are one, filling me from head to toe with nothing but music. I love the song that's playing and I turn around and spot Tim on the decks. I just got to know that he's a dj the other day when I called Jim, inviting him to the party. His brother is awesome with his work. Cross me by Ed Sheeran is playing and I nod my head to the beat. "Great music, Tim!" I yell over the loud music and he replies with a thumbs up. Everybody is grooving to the beat. The entire house is full of people with red party cups already full of nothing else but alcoholic drinks. I
Moments later, we are walking to the parking lot and we find everyone waiting for us. Six different cars are parked and the big team is separated into pairs. A convoy! This is going to be fun. I say to myself inwardly. "Finally, you guys are here," Roxy says. "I was about to go back and eat thinking you guys weren't coming," she continues and we all laugh. I follow Scott towards a sleek black convertible and when we're in, everyone waits to know the way forward. Scott and his dad have been to this place several times, so he knows where we're going. Kye has also been here twice. "Alright guys, Kye will lead the way, everyone else will stay in the middle and I will be at the end. Okay? We're going to make a short stop over to buy some snacks and then continue with the journey. Let the convoy begin its journey," Scott announces and Kye starts his car. "Let's get going guys," Roxy yells and the rest of the cars follow behind closely. "I'm glad to be doing this with you, babe," I say
Life got back to normal. Things got even better. My relationship with Scott has been so beautiful. Maeve is organizing to have me get interviewed at Vogue Magazine, where she works. Sabrina has been an amazing artist and her work has been bringing in a lot of income at the gallery. Roxy and Kye have gotten even cuter together and I still find it hard to believe that Roxy changed. Her relationship with her dad is rock solid now. The twins still haven't found their soul mates yet, but I am sure they will. Vic and Wren are now the power couple of the group, I just love how those two look together. Scott's parents now live in harmony. They finally got back together and I still remember how excited Scott was when he broke the news to me. Everything has been going well for everyone and I am so grateful for that. A month later, all my friends and I have decided to go on vacation and no one has been left behind.Location? Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. This place has always been in my bucketlist
With his ocean blue eyes on me, he reaches out to the shower knob and turns it on. Warm water flows down on to us and he leans in to kiss my lips while cupping my face. I begin descending and just as I am about to hold his erect manhood, he stops me and lifts me up. Kisses me so passionately and says, "I wouldn't want the woman that I love to give me a fellatio. I respect you so much to let you do that."Wow! Did he just decline a blow job? I am surprised. He then turns me around and takes the shower gel and begins pouring it all over me, mostly on my breasts. He then presses his body on my back and at that moment, I feel his rock hard manhood pressed against my back and I moan. He then rubs all the shower gel all over my body and then his palms cup my breasts and he begins squeezing slowly, pinching my nipples every now and then and I moan and turn around to look at him. He has this grin on his face. "Let's finish taking a shower first, okay?" he asks and I pout and cross my arms
(WARNING! Sexual content is in this chapter and the next one too.) Life after that court day has been total bliss.It's been a month now and I have been all over trying to find myself a good job. I've had a couple of interviews but I still haven't gotten any reply. I just left a publishing company after a pretty intense interview that almost left me weak on my knees.As I drive back home, I can't wait to hug my one and only man. My muse. Scott Stone.God! I love that man with every fibre of my being. He's been so good to me that even every day feels like I'm dreaming.Thinking of him right now makes me want to step on the gas, but I know I don't want to be pulled over for over speeding, so I turn the radio on to calm myself.I still can't believe that I am with the man I have always dreamed of. The one who drives me crazy and makes me feel all giddy and warm inside. The one who stole my heart and the one whom I believe, was meant for me. I just love how my hand fits in his and how my
"Your Honor, as you have seen for yourself, the accused confessed that he indeed was responsible for the attempted murder of my clients Kyrah Bailey and Scott Stone. That's all, Your Honor," Mrs. Allen says and walks back to sit next to us and I huff out a breath. "Any further questions from the Defense?" the Judge asks Mr. Elliot. "None, Your Honor," he says. He already looks defeated. "Another ten minute recess and when we come back, we shall get to hear from the Jury and get the final verdict," he says and smacks the gavel against the sound block and walks away. Everyone sighs, it seems we were all holding our breaths. Blake has his face in his hands and no one from his family is even talking. They all look shocked. I'm sure none of them had any idea of what he had done. And if they did, then he probably didn't tell them what exactly happened. Ten minutes later, the session continues and we wait for the Judge to be seated and has the defense and defendant counsel stand. "Memb
"Miss Kyrah, what was your relationship with my client at that particular time?" he asks and I nearly roll my eyes but Mrs. Allen saves me from responding to the idiot. He's asking stupid questions. Idiot Elliot. "Objection, Your Honor!" she says, with a lot of confidence. "Sustained," the Judge says and she continues speaking and Elliot sits down. "During the first hearing, everything was made very clear that my client and the accused were in a relationship, but at the time of the accident, they had already broken up. Which leads to my question," she says and walks to stand in front of Blake. "Where were you during the night of the accident?" Silence. Blake is hesitating. His jaw is trembling and he's licking his dry lips. I bet a big lie is about to pop out of his mouth. "My son was at home with his mother, just the two of them–" Max Dawson begins and stands up but the judge silences him. "Silence in court, let the accused answer for himself," the Judge says, sending Blake's
Kyrah's POVWe just arrived in court and the way the Dawson family and relatives are looking at us, tells me that they are angry, maybe worried or even stressed. Carla keeps throwing glances at me. Her wet eyes begging me to do something. To even stop all of this but I can't. There's no turning back. I mean, what did Blake expect? The world to be full of happiness and roses for him when he had caused such a tragic thing to me and Scott? Hell no! They say whatever you do or say will always come back to you. Garbage in, garbage out. If he hadn't caused the accident, we wouldn't be here with his family glaring at me like I'm the one guilty of the crime. His grandparents are here, his father and other relatives I barely know. I can tell that this hearing is going to be a very heated one. I even carried a bottle of water with me. When everyone is inside the courtroom, the Bailiff then stands upright and faces our direction."All rise for the Honorable Judge, Ronald Bradshaw," he announce
"Excuse me?" I begin. "Is this your son, ma'am?" one asks my mom and she nods. She's frowning already. I don't know why, but I don't have a good feeling about this. "Blake Dawson, you are under arrest. You're being charged with attempted murder," the second officer says. "What?!" both dad and mom ask in unison as their jaws drop at the same time. This is the moment I never saw coming. I never expected this to happen to me. The first officer takes a step forward and reaches out to grab my arm but my dad steps in the way. "You're not taking my son anywhere without a warrant of arrest," dad says furiously. The second officer takes out a document and hands it to dad, who reads it together with mom. On my side, my entire body feels frozen, and my heart is beating at a very rapid speed. My armpits have already began sweating. Is the room spinning? I swallow dryly as dad stares at me and I wonder what he's thinking. "I'm afraid your son is going to have to come with us to the station
Blake's POVFor two days now, I haven't set foot out of the house, nor have I had any alcohol. I have been locking myself up in my room, only leaving to go get my meals and carry them back to my room.I've been thinking alot on what that sweet stranger told me the other day, and also considering what my mom said.I should move on and break this cycle that I am in. Always angry, drunk or having a massive hangover.When I walk into the kitchen, mom doesn't hear me, so when I clear my throat, it startles her and she jumps, nearly dropping the spatula she's holding. She's cooking scrambled eggs. I know those are mine, since she loves her eggs sunny side up."Morning," I say while I scratch my cheek and sit on a stool on the island.She looks surprised that I even spoke to her."Good morning, son. How are you feeling today?" she asks and goes ahead to serve the scarmbled eggs on to a blue plate and places it in front of me. Then she adds some toast and bacon to the plate and she places a g