By the time I wake up, it's already past 8am. I take a shower and wear a pair of grey jeans and a white t-shirt, just for a change. I've been used to wearing suits all the time. It's becoming boring. I choose to use the stairs and on my way, I can smell bacon and eggs. I am pretty sure that's not mom cooking. Whatever she tries cooking, burns into flames and thick smoke fills the entire kitchen. It can't be dad... although he's a good cook, he rarely cooks unless it's Christmas or Thanksgiving. Maybe it's him. I walk straight to the kitchen to find out and to my surprise, I find dad sitting on a stool next to the kitchen island, a smile on his face as he puts a piece of bacon into his mouth and Carla is busy cooking. "Carla?" My eyes go wider than saucers as I run to hug her, "How did you get here?" I ask her. Her smile looks genuine. The last time I saw her beautiful face, she was crying and sad. "Your father called me yesterday in the evening and told me to come back as early a
Scott's POV The reason I am holding her hand is because I want to get the courage to tell her most of what's been going on in my life. The truth. She squeezes my hand again and I feel warmth all over my body. Her eyes are set on me as she waits for me to talk. "Kyrah. My life before we moved here was completely different. Different in a way that, I was less talkative and conservative. I only had a few friends where we lived. You see, I never used to trust people until I met you, Roxy, Vic and the rest. The reason why I never told you about my birthday is because my mom left us on my birthday. It was on a weekend, I was excited to have a party in the afternoon with my few friends, including Kye, but I didn't know that my parents had been arguing for the longest time. Long story short, she just packed her stuff and left. She didn't even say goodbye or hug me," I say and when I look into her eyes, I can see concern in them. "I was torn apart the other day when dad told me that she wan
Kyrah's POVYesterday Scott and I really had a great time at the beach. I got to know so much about him that I felt like I didn't know him at all! It was easier for him to tell me everything when I asked the questions first. He let down his walls... for me. He's a really great guy and learning from him that coming to live here changed his life– that my friends and I changed his life– really touched me. I felt sad whenever he began talking about his mother. He looked broken and in pain and I would hug him every now and then. There's just one thing that I don't understand. When I look into his eyes, it looks like they're saying something, whenever our bodies come into contact when I least expect it, there's a weird static that seems to shock the crap out of me.I shake my head at the thoughts popping up.As of today, Scott told me he'd be running a few errands in the morning, so I am all alone with Snow as we watch television. For an odd reason I don't know, I'm watching the news. I ra
Blake's POV I'm at a restaurant not to far from home, having breakfast, peacefully. Some of my neighbors, Tyrese and David walk up to my table, grinning like loons. I barely hang out with people, since I am just kind of used to it, but I know my neighbors. "Dawson, what's up, dude? We haven't seen you in a while, man," Tyrese says, as they both sit down opposite me. "Yeah, what happened to the party monster? You always throw the most wicked parties!" David adds, a frown visible on his face. I finish swallowing my hot and fresh waffles and down them with a sip of my coffee, wipe my mouth and then respond. "Hey. Alot has been happening, but I can organize for a party if you want one. Say... this weekend?" I smirk and the two of them grin happily. "Alright, dude! So what have you been upto since the semester ended?" David asks as he rakes his long and oddly fat fingers into his dirty blonde hair. "Oh, business meetings, hanging out with my girlfr–" She's not your girlfriend anymo
Kyrah's POV I wasn't surprised to see Blake at all, but seeing how his face looks, scared the life out of me. His face hasn't completely healed, from afar I spotted purplish skin below his left eye. And his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw me. He found me talking to his dad, I was just getting the phone number I had asked for and went a few steps away from them to make the call. "Kyrah?" the female voice fills my ear. How does she have my number? "Yeah. Sabrina. I need your help." I can't fucking believe I am doing this. Then I remember she once texted me but I didn't bother saving my arch enemy's number. Why would I? "What do you want?" She sniffles. Is she crying or something? No, she probably has a cold. "Actually, Blake needs your help." I bite my lip then continue to explain to her what's going on. "Please, hurry up before something bad happens," I say."I'll be there," she says and hangs up. As far as I know, she lives six houses away from Blake's and sh
Outside the house, as the police drag Reyna to one of their cars, she stops and spits at Max's feet. "Mom! Carla!" Blakes runs to her and his eyes look teary the moment he sees Carla behind me. "Carla are you okay?" he asks cupping her cheek. "It's always Carla this, Carla that! Carla! Carla! Carla! What about me? Doesn't anybody care about me?" Reyna yells as an officer pulls her. "Let her talk." Max stops the officer. "I hate you. All of you. Look what you made me do, Max. You've made me a monster." She sobs and sniffles. "For the record, you've always been one ever since I met you," Max says and she spits in his face. "Fuck you!" she yells and she tries to escape the officer's tight grip. ****Blake's POV"Mom, please. Stay calm. We'll get you help as soon as po–" I start but mom cuts me off. "Don't call me that!" she shouts and glares at me. "Call you what? Mom? You're my mom what are you talking about?" I frown and move closer to her. I try to touch her arm but she back
Kyrah's POVI waited to feel something, anything at all, but nothing. Even when he touched me, there was no spark. Nothing. He doesn't affect me in any way now. But right now as I walk past his gates, there's a huge lump growing in my throat. I thought that maybe seeing him would make me feel tingly or all fuzzy and warm inside or maybe feel pain but all I feel right now is regret.My biggest regret is that I wasted time with someone who barely even knew me. He didn't even bother to ask what my hobbies were or anything like that. If asked, I'd say Blake Dawson is selfish. All he cares about is himself. He's selfish and he is two-faced. I am glad I don't have to be part of his life anymore. I don't know why my eyes are watery, but I can truthfully say that I am not crying because we broke up, I got done with that phase. I am crying because I have been set free. Free from all the lies and hurt.When I remember how much pain I went through, I release a loud sob. I really don't like being
On our way to the beach, I stare out the window and embrace the beauty that's around me. We usually drive along the coast road and from where we are, the ocean is visible on my right. I can see a couple of seagulls flying around and I admire them. They look so free. My phone rings and I cross my fingers and hope that it's not Blake again. Scott throws me a glance. I look at the screen and I thank God that it's only Roxy. I answer and put her on speaker. "Roxy," I say. "Where are you? I came over to your house and you weren't there. Scott isn't at his place either," she says. "Oh, I'm with Scott, we're headed to the beach. What's up?" I ask as I tuck my hair behind my ear and stare out the window. "Kye is back and I was hoping you guys will come for a sleepover. Wren is coming too," she says happily. "Err..." I turn to Scott and he answers on my behalf. "Sounds great, Roxy. We'll be there." Scott smirks at me and I suddenly feel hot. I need to breathe. I open the window by one
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