"God..." a muffled sob escapes me, "Why is it that all the good people in my life always get hurt? One already left my life... permanently... my mom. Now, my best friend, Kyrah, is fighting for her dear life in there. Please, don't take her away from me. Don't take her away from us. We love her so much and as much as she or all of us might have wronged you, knowingly and unknowingly, I beg you to forgive us. Forgive her. She doesn't deserve this. Please... I beg you," hot tears burn my cheeks again, even after I thought I had depleted them, "Mom always taught me to ask for help from you and here I am, after a very long time, but here I am... I asked you to give me someone who would understand me, someone who would take care of my brother and I and you gave me Kyrah, her parents and... Scott." I break down and my forehead touches the floor as a sharp pain crosses my heart and I pat my left part of my chest but the pain doesn't go away. My heart hurts terribly. "Please, I beg you. Tak
Roxy's POVI couldn't sleep. At all.Snow has been whining ever since we got home. We found dad resting on the couch, waiting for us. He told us that he'd fed Snow but he wouldn't stop whining. He's aware that Kyrah isn't around. So right in the middle of the night, I went downstairs, got him and left a note to dad and Vic that I'd be spending the night at Kyrah's place. When I got there, Kyrah's parents were still awake and a few minutes later, Vic and Wren arrived. They couldn't sleep either.So right now, even though the sun is brightly shining, there's no sunshine in any of us. Wren is making breakfast for all of us and we do our best to clear our plates. We've all lost our appetite. After we get ready, Vic offers to drive Kyrah's parents to the hospital and Mr. Bailey hands him his car keys. Wren offers to drive my car and I ride shotgun, quietly observing every passing vehicle until we arrive at the hospital after stopping by a flower shop.We've all bought flowers for her, I go
There, we explain everything we know and she introduces to us the officer that will be incharge of the investigation. "A few days ago we got a call from a man about an accident along the northern ocean road. An ambulance was sent right way... but only a lady was taken to the hospital. We'll try our best and look for your friend, okay?" the officer says. "Officer Monroe will help you out. I would suggest that you go visit the scene of the accident... I am truly sorry about what happened," Claire says and I thank her before leaving. ****At the scene of the tragic accident, we find other officers there. My eyes widen when I see the damaged guard rail and down below, the truck that my two friends were in. There's a yellow line on the guard rail that says 'Do not cross' but I so badly want to rush down there although it's too steep and dangerous. An officer suggests that they need a chopper to drop down two or three officers of his rescue team, since no one is able to get to the car b
Kyrah's POVI had a terrible dream that woke me up a few minutes ago. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I am still at the hospital.Funny how I can't even remember what the dream was about. But I know that it must have meant something.My body aches as hell, especially my head, chest and arm. I broke my arm. I stare at the cast on my arm and I frown at it, as if it would miraculously take itself off. Just as I am about to turn over and sleep on my side, the door opens and I hold my breath, releasing it when Lilly walks in with two huge bouquets of yellow and red flowers and she's holding a card, or is she holding two? "Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling today?" she asks while placing the flowers on to a table that's close to the window and I move slightly on the bed. "A little better, I guess. Who are those flowers from?" I ask curiously as my eyes scan the flowers. "Oh, the red ones are from my brother, Kye. He says he will come visit soon, here is the card," she hands
"Stay away from me, Wren. I'm a very bad person. I don't even deserve the friendship you all offer to me. I have failed you all... it's just that... I– I have never gotten the guts to tell you about it." He swallows dryly, his eyes still teary. "No one has ever found out–"I cut him off. "Found out what exactly? What are you talking about?" I ask him, trying to jog my memory to see if there's something I can remember that he did wrong."When I got a message about what happened, I felt guilty. I felt sad, I felt like a stupid bastard, a backstabbing moron, a loser, a fucking asshole! So I left home and went to the bar, I just left there right now," he says, his figure unsteady from his drunkenness."Tyler, please whatever it is, can't it wait until Kyrah gets better? She's still in shock after that accident and–" he cuts Wren off."No, it can't wait. If I don't say it today, maybe I never will. So just... let me... say what I came here to say. Let me... come out clean and since you, W
Kyrah's POVA couple of weeks later, I finally get discharged from the hospital. Such a relief because I really have a strong disliking for hospitals. My arm is getting better and some of my bruises can barely be noticed. My memory is quite clear now, although I just feel weightless.I haven't been talking that much, even when my friends and family came to visit. The sad news I received about Scott really hit me hard. Harder than a wrecking ball hitting a wall.The numbness is back.I hate it. So fucking much! I hate this feeling of being unable to feel or want anything. It's funny how much I wanted to feel numb when Blake broke my heart but right now, I don't want to feel this numbness that has taken over my body and soul. All I want to feel is Scott's arms around me. It hurts, so bad. I feel like my heart is enclosed in an icebox and the blood being pumped through my veins is getting colder everyday. Even without being told, I know that I look pale. My skin is whiter than usual and
As I stare at the door, I sigh again. Now I know. I fell in love with him before he even unpacked his bags. With just one look, one smile, one 'What you doing later? Wanna grab a drink?' was all it took for me to start falling for him without even realizing. Now letting go of the memories we shared is the hardest part. Blue eyes and blue skies were just the perfect way to fall in love, but as summer is coming to an end, my heart is broken. Goodbye summer and hello to my broken heart. I slowly push the door open and the familiar scent fills my nostrils and I exhale slowly. One foot after the other I walk inside and close the door behind me. No one has been here, Roxy told me no one, not even Sylvester Stone himself came back. Everything is still in place. I find my way up the stairs as I look at a framed photo of Scott. It's hanged on the wall. He looks so handsome. It's a photo of him as a senior in high school. He has a buzz cut. He told me his dad likes him with a buzz cut. I rem
Kyrah's POVThe new semester began about a month ago, but I really needed time off, time to cool off and find myself. Vic already joined our campus and he spends most of his free time with his girlfriend, Wren. As for Roxy, well, she wanted to take a break too but I told her to sign up for the classes that she wasn't able to finish due to lack of finances.It's been quite boring for her around campus. She told me that Tyler doesn't dare talk to her or even look her way either. He's become a loner and he never interacts with anyone around campus. He just attends classes and leaves immediately. She also informed me that she has never seen Blake around ever since the semester began but rumor has it that he transferred to another campus.I guess he couldn't handle the thought of seeing me around campus, even though I haven't enrolled for this semester.And as for Cruella, Roxy only saw her for a couple of weeks around campus and then she disappeared. When Roxy asked around, she was inform
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