"You must be Kyrah, I've heard alot about you, you seem like a very good young lady," she says smiling at me and I smile back genuinely and move to hug her warmly, "And you are..." she looks at Scott keenly.
"Scott... Scott Stone," and I hear a gasp from somewhere in the room and that leaves a question mark in my mind. Why are people reacting that way towards Scott?
"Oh, wow! You're a Stone alright, I see my daughter is well taken care of. Never let them get into trouble okay?" Scotts gives her a firm handshake.
"Yes ma'am," he nods while Roxy and I exchange confused looks.
"So honey, I only have ten minutes here. I missed you, how is your brother?"
"He's fine mom. We really miss you. How are you doing? Is everything okay?"
Alicia pauses and coughs thrice before speaking. Her hands are shaking and she hides them under the table.
"Honey... I'm sick..." she doesn't get to finish speaking and Roxy jumps up from her chair as if it g
Right after I tuck Roxy in bed, I close her door and stand outside where Scott is. We both stay quiet for a long time with the wind blowing my hair to my face, until Scott decides to break the ice."Is she asleep?" he asks without looking at me."Yeah, I hope she'll be okay. She's just going through alot," I brush the hair off my face."What's her story? I wanna know," he looks at me with eyes full of worry."Are you sure you want to know?" I ask him and he nods."Not here though, it's quite cold outside, how about we go sit in my car?" he suggests.I agree and we walk slowly to the car and get in. As I explain every detail that Roxy told me, I feel a lump growing in my throat and I begin to sob. Scott looks shocked by the whole story and he moves closer and pulls me into a hug."Hush now," he whispers.Suddenly I remember the weird reactions at the mention of Scott's name in the prison and I ask without
The seats are white in color and I wonder if they ever get sat on because they are spotless!"Welcome to my escape room," he proudly says."That's what you call it?" I chuckle and he frowns, "Sorry, it's beautiful,""You haven't seen my best part yet," he chuckles and walks over to the glass doors and opens them carefully, revealing a large jacuzzi and my jaw drops. Never have I ever been in a jacuzzi before.I am still asking myself if we're in the same house we were in a few weeks ago, I mean, how in the world did this suite not get used that night?Oh yeah, I remember, he said it's his escape room, so he probably comes here alone.Fascinating.I down my last sip of champagne and set the flute on the glass table. Out of nowhere, Blake claps twice and I hear a voice talking to him through a speaker I guess."Anything you need Mr. Dawson?" it sounds like Carla. Blake looks at me and licks his lower lip. His eyes hav
"You look thoughtful, what's wrong?" he asks and I avoid eye contact and stare at the wall by my side."Roxy, my best friend had a bad day and I am worried about her. That's all," I sigh."Relax, you pretty young thing, she'll be okay, just breathe in and out and enjoy the moment," he grins at me.I do as instructed and once I breathe out, I repeat his exact words in a whisper more to myself than to him"Enjoy the moment," and I lean back.Out of nowhere Blake softly shouts to no one in particular."Play some Destiny's Child,""Say what now?" I ask.Immediately 'Say My Name' by Destiny's Child starts playing and I face palm myself."Oh, that. Seems like you only have to speak and everything is done for you around here," I tease.He smirks."Yeah, it's quite fun you should try it some time. Start with the music if you wish, just say which song you want,"
"Silent much," Scott says while stealing a glance at me. We've been quiet for about ten minutes in his car as he drives and I don't know what to say."Are you okay? What's up?" he asks once I fail to respond and pulls over at the road side and turns to me, then he squints."Why is part of your hair wet? Did Blake do anything bad to you? Kyrah, say something or else we'll end up sleeping right here on this spot because I am not driving until you say something," he sounds dead serious."Don't worry about it, I'm just... Well I was in his jacuzzi then mom called and then you showed up outside Blake's house, how did you even know where I was?" I ask and then my eyes narrow at him, "You didn't follow us did you?""No way! Why would I do such a thing? I was taking a walk to the donut shop and met Jim, he told me he saw you and Blake going inside Blake's house," he says."Oh," is all I can say, Jim lives close to Blake, but not too close
A few minutes later, I'm still awake and I decide to wake up, so I switch the lights back on and head to the bathroom to take a shower.Scott is coming for me at seven in the morning so I might as well get ready early.After my warm shower, I grab my white robe, put it on over my pajamas and head downstairs to make some pancakes. I like mine fluffy so I take my time while preparing them.A smile curves on my face when I remember that dad loves my pancakes, I know he missed them and he'd be glad to have them for breakfast.At around six, I am done cooking and eating breakfast. To avoid waking anyone up I tiptoe back upstairs, and right before I close my door, my parent's bedroom door opens."Good morning Kyrah, you're up early," dad says while yawning and stretching his arms."Morning dad, I made pancakes for breakfast. Just how you like them," I smile when his eyes brighten up and without wasting time he's on his way to the kitchen dow
Voices are in the background and I hear Roxy's very loud whisper. At that moment, I choose to open my eyes."She's up!" Roxy says stepping forward and Scott steps in front of her, then Blake in front of him. Scott rubs his temple, agitated and heads out."Kyrah... How are you feeling right now?" Blake moves his hand to cup my cheek and I notice that I have an oxygen mask on.I look around and realize that I am not in our campus clinic.A bag of fluid is connected to a long needle by a plastic tube. The needle has been put on my arm and taped in place. The fluid drips from the bag, through the tube and needle, and into my skin. My arm feels cold."How long has it been since I passed out?" I ask Blake."Two hours," he says, his brows furrowed."And thirty seven minutes, that's a really long time," Roxy adds."Roxy I..." she cuts me off."I know, you had your inhaler but this time round, nothin
Kyrah's POVAbout thirty minutes after Roxy and the rest left. I'm still struggling to get some sleep when a nurse opens the door and walks in with a tray full of medicine bottles and syringes.I don't remember anyone mentioning any of that, and I hate medicine, totally scared of syringes, the one on my arm is enough torture for me to handle. Thank God they put it there when I was still asleep or rather, still passed out."Uhm... Hey, am I supposed to... You know get injected?" I question eagerly."No, dear, I'm only supplying your pills, what would you like to have for dinner?" the nurse in a white dress asks sweetly and I calm down."Can I get ice cream?" I ask."Oh no, you can't. That's not good for you, maybe some rice and chicken?" she asks and I nod. Even though I'm really craving some vanilla ice-cream. Or a frappé maybe? I don't know."Okay then. How many pills do I take?"She places the tiny bo
Scott's POVRoxy and Kye are busy getting to know each other and I watch them as they are discussing about some movie they both have interest in.I wonder if Kyrah is okay. To be honest, I am worried about her.As I walk to the window, I stare outside and I love how the street lights have made the city look so beautiful."The view from up here is quite nice. Breath-taking if I may say," I announce."Lemme come check it out," Roxy says and leaves Kye on the bed."Guys, you both know I can't walk to where you are," he complains and we all share a laugh."It really is beautiful," Roxy emphasises and seconds later my phone rings."It's Kyrah," I say and I look at Roxy."Put her on speaker," she demands and I oblige.The first thing we hear is a high pitched voice. Very annoying. I signal everyone to keep quiet as we listen.*"You see, we had no problem when you weren't all over my
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