Once the door is open, I drag my feet upstairs, on my way, Snow tries to jump on me but I gently push him away with my foot and walk past him to my room. My mind is so busy creating worse scenarios that could have happened back there when everyone walks into my room and they find me seated on my bed. I glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand and it reads 2am. I sigh heavily. "Kyrah... I'm really sorry for what happened tonight. But I'm not sorry for damaging his face," Scott says nonchalantly. "And I'm not sorry either, Sabrina deserved it... I think we should all get some rest, we've had a long night," Roxy adds. "Uhm... I think I'll crash on the couch downstairs tonight, you can go to my house if you wish, Vic," Scott tells Vic who shakes his head. "I'll crash on the other couch. I know we all care about her and I also want to be here for her," he tells Scott who nods. From afar, I hear thunder and I turn to look outside the window and I see lightning flashing. I want to ru
Scott's POV I'm woken up by the sound of someone screaming. The sound is muffled by the heavy pouring rain. For a minute I sit there wondering if what I heard wasn't just in my imagination, until I hear another scream coming from outside and I rush towards the door and thrust it open and to my disbelief, I see Kyrah lying on the lawn as the rain pours down on her. My heart drops and so does my jaw. I rush to her. The rain has me drenched in seconds. "Kyrah! What are you doing?" I ask her as I pick her up in my arms and rush back into the house. She doesn't say anything, instead, she closes her eyes and begins coughing and trembling as if she's being electrocuted. I push the door with my foot and it shuts itself. "Kyrah, please, say something!" I beg as I lay her on the couch and I yell at Vic to wake up. "Wake up, Vic! It's Kyrah..."He wakes up startled and his eyes widen when he sees us both dripping wet. "What happened?" he asks. "She was lying outside in the rain," I say in
Blake's POVIt’s a few minutes past 9am by the time I arrive home. I spent the entire night at a bar, trying to drink away my sorrows, trying to forget her, but I can’t seem to get her off my mind. Every ten minutes my mind flashes back to what happened last night and I scowl deeply. My face and entire body hurts as hell! I can’t even feel my lips nor my cheeks. That bastard literally broke my bones. My nose is out of place and it’s been throbbing ever since Scott fucking Stone punched me. As I lower my eyes, I notice that my nose has changed color and I’m sure my entire face has changed color to purplish.That fucking asshole ruined me!Last night after Kyrah left, Sabrina tried to get me home but I didn’t want anything to do with her, I never have! I just gave her the keys to my car, since we went to the event in my car, called an Uber and went to the nearest bar. Now that the sun is shining too brightly, I try to cover my face with my hand as I walk towards the front porch. I just
My mom and I look at each other in utter surprise. Dad has been ignoring mom ever since they came back home. He hasn’t been talking to her that much either and I’m shocked that he actually wants to talk to her. A small smile appears on my mom’s face and a feeling of gratitude takes over my wounded heart. For a moment, I forget about the pain I was feeling earlier and I smile as I watch the two of them walk to the swimming pool area, all blurry and shit. Atleast some positivity decided to come my way. But I know as soon as I wake up later on, all the negativity and bad occurrences of last night and a massive hangover will hit me like a tornado. All I need to do now, is go upstairs, take a shower and sleep.With my eyes on the long blurry spiral staircase, I decide not to use it to get to my room. So I use the elevator instead, laying my weak body on the bottom of the cold metal as I wait to arrive in my room.****Roxy’s POVWe spent the entire night awake, watching movies just to pass
Blake's POVI bat my eyelids open but all I see is darkness. I must have blacked out when I got to my room and clearly, I didn't even get to my bed, because I'm lying on the white carpet on the floor. The pain I was feeling when I got home has intensified, my entire chest feels like it's on fire, my jaw and nose hurt so bad that I groan as I try to get up and find my way through the dark room. I blacked out for hours! My stomach growls, reminding me that I missed lunch while I was passed out on the floor. My head feels so heavy, damn it! Then I remember I don't have to look for the light switch, so I lazily clap my hands twice and the lights go on and I notice that I'm in the middle of my room, still in yesterday's outfit.A sharp pain runs down my temple and I groan while gritting my teeth. "Fuck!" I curse out loud. What is that smell? Is that... me? I smell like I just came out of a sewer! I need to take a shower. I need my tense muscles to relax, so I decide to spend some time i
Kyrah's POVTo everyone else, I seem to be feeling better, but to me, that's not the case. They've been trying to make me laugh a little, which I have but, I still feel sad deep down. This feeling is not something you get rid of in just a day or two, it takes time. Sometimes it takes months or even years to forget someone you once loved. In my case I don't know how long this feeling is going to take to fade away. All I know is that I want it gone soon enough.Scott fed me breakfast and lunch, but I convinced him that I would feed myself during dinner. I'm not a child but I can say Scott treats me like I'm a very delicate one. Like an egg, if I can say. Not just any egg, like a faberge egg. Right now, it's almost 8pm. We've had pizza already and Roxy and Vic are getting ready to leave. They're supposed to go see their dad at Wolf Street, spend the night there and go shopping in the morning. They'll be moving into their new house this week.I sigh at the thought of it.Scott is seated
Oh, why didn't I think of that in the first place? But I'm glad it stopped. I don't think I'll ever want to hear a clock tick again in my entire life, because it'll only remind me of that bastard pushing in and pulling out of me."What happened?" Scott asks just as Roxy runs into the living room. "I heard something break, what happened?" she asks and I drop myself into Scott's arms and sob bitterly. How am I supposed to heal when that asshole keeps haunting me, it's only the first day for crying out loud! I know letting go will be the hardest thing to do and at this point and I'm glad my parents aren't around, I'd definitely be avoiding them if they had been around and mom would have noticed.Scott holds me tight in his arms and rubs my back gently as I cry like a child. How could someone I thought I loved turn into no one? A stranger. It's like I didn't even know him at all! He has always been two-faced all this time. Two-timing me with Sabrina, damn it! I know I can try to forget
Kyrah’s POVRoxy and Vic just left and now it’s just Scott and a miserable me sitting on one couch. Even after the break down I just had a few minutes ago, I still want to cry more. My heart and mind are in denial but my eyes saw it all last night at the masquerade ball. As I sit here quietly, I bite my inner cheeks to stop myself from sobbing, regret washing over me like the waves do on a beach. How I wish I could go back into the past and take a different path. Instead of talking to Blake, I’d ignore him and my life would be normal. Too bad what’s done is done. I can’t go back no matter what. There’s no way to make things right and now I have to live with this pain inside me.Stupid is what I was, and blind. Blind that even though Blake broke my heart a couple of times, I still forgave him. I’m so stupid! So, so very stupid!I feel like an apple. A beautiful, red apple and the pain and regret I feel are like worms gnawing right at the core of me. I am trying so hard to summon more s
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