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
Scott’s POVI look deep into her eyes and all I see is loneliness and vulnerability.“Kyrah, all I can say is, no matter what, I’ll do my best to make you feel better,” I promise and she sniffles and looks at our hands, I choose this moment to intertwine them. “I will make you better. Happy.” Our eyes lock again. “You always do. Even when I feel like there’s no light at the end of the tunnel, you come to my rescue…” she bites her lower lip and I can tell that she is fighting back tears. “Take this pain away… please?” A tear leaves her right eye and I catch it before it falls and my palm lingers there.“I will, you have my word,” I assure her and she pouts and without any hesitation I move to kiss her forehead. My lips linger on her warm skin for a few seconds as her arms fly around me into a hug. When she lets go of me, a small smile has now formed on her face and it warms my heart. She just doesn’t know a simple gesture like that makes the insides of my body run wild.I lower my fac
Roxy’s POVHave you ever felt the urge to do something bad and feel so delighted at the thought of it? That’s how I feel right now as I pull over in front Mrs. McElroy’s supermarket. Vic and I leave the vehicle and walk into the supermarket. It’s been years since we last stepped into this place and I can spot a few changes. At the cashier’s, I spot a woman with black hair with streaks of grey here and there, busy counting her money. It’s probably closing time for her.“Ah! Mrs. McElroy,” I say and she raises her head, instantly her jaw drops and she carelessly grabs all the money on her counter and hides it somewhere behind her.“You two children from hell better not be here to steal anything. I thought both of you were dead,” she says, terrified and I laugh. “Oh, we thought you were dead too ma’am. And no, we’re not here to steal from you. Clearly, we’re no longer children as you can see,” I say and Vic nods at her. “Relax Mrs. McElroy. We’re here to pick what we left here years ag
"What a pleasant surprise, we didn't expect to find you here... Blakey." I snort and he growls. I throw my lollipop into the flowers right next to the porch. "Leave right now or I'll call the police," he barks. Vic lets out a very loud laugh and pats Blake on the shoulder. He then takes out his pocket knife and lifts Blake's chin with it. "You think that's what's going to scare us? You're wrong. What you did to Kyrah wasn't cool, buddy. So we're here to let you know that if you dare set foot next to her house or try to find her... we'll finish what Scott started, and clearly, we're very, very serious about it. We won't even hesitate to slit your throat," Vic says through gritted teeth as he places the tip of the knife on to Blake's Adam's apple. "I'll give you whatever you want... Money? My cars?... Just leave, my parents–" I laugh and hold on to my now hard stomach. Vic lowers his knife. "Oh, Blakey is scared of mommy and daddy finding out what he did. Poor boy." I spit on the
Kyrah's POVBy the time I wake up, I find Scott is not in bed with me. Where could he be? I sluggishly push away the comforter and yawn for a second or two.Maybe he's doing his morning workouts like he always does. I choose to assume.Blindly I stretch my hand to the nighstand, looking for my phone and then I remember I don't have it. I had been so used to waking up and checking my phone that right now I feel so weird without it. I groan and slump my body back on the bed.Maybe I should take a shower before Scott comes back, it's almost 8am anyway. So I take a shower, pull my hair into a messy wet bun and wear a pair of grey trousers and a grey sweatshirt. For some reason I don't know, grey has always made me feel neutral, calm to be precise. Moments later, I walk into the kitchen and I notice a blue sticky note on the fridge and I take it and read it. Scott's handwriting is all over it. *Hey, I had to leave early to go to the airport to pick up my dad. I already fed Snow, there's c
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