Kyrah's POVSlowly I bat my eyelids open.My head hurts a little.I am directly facing the ceiling and then it hits me. Was I dreaming or something?My mom appears and squats next to the couch I am lying on. Her face looks oddly pale. "Mom, you will not believe this. I had this crazy dream that Scott was right outside our house and I... I think he was with his mom. It felt so real," I say and my mom purses her lips and looks behind her."Honey, you weren't dreaming," she says and I furrow my brows as confusion writes itself all over my face."What do you mean?" I ask and hurriedly sit upright on the couch and then my eyes land on him."It's... It's him," I say as my eyes narrow and I swear my heart stops beating for three seconds. My throat runs completely dry, my palms are getting more sweaty the more I stare at him. My heartbeat is now increasing and I can feel how fast and hard my heart is racing and beating against my chest. I turn to look at my mom, she sighs. Then I turn to loo
When the door is locked and they are finally outside, Snow walks into the living room and happily jumps on Scott."Is this your dog?" Scott asks and it takes all the strength in me not to cry because he doesn't remember who Snow is."Yeah. His name is Snow. You always loved giving him belly rubs and he loved licking your face at times," I say and as if on cue, Snow licks his face and barks.Scott chuckles warmly and I find myself smiling while looking at him."He seems like a nice dog," he says while patting Snow's head."He is," I say and then... our eyes lock. He puts Snow down on the carpet and he sits straight and sighs. His fingers are tapping his thighs. "You have been appearing in so many of my dreams for the past few months. If... you don't mind me asking... were you like... my girlfriend?" he asks and I swear I did not see that coming.It takes me a minute to respond to his question."No," I say and swallow dryly, "I wasn't. We were actually the best of friends and apparentl
I walk into my bedroom and carelessly drop myself on top of my bed as I heave a heavy sigh.Indeed it's been quite a long day.Roxy just went back to her house and so has everyone else.I turn and lie on my left side as I stare at Scott's picture. I still can't believe he's here. It all feels like a dream and I definitely do not want to wake up. It's now 8P.M, I have nothing to do and nowhere to go and I find myself taking the picture and holding it in my arms. My fingers caress the picture gently and I find myself hugging it. "I really missed you," I whisper then turn to look at my window. I should draw the curtains. When placing the picture back on the nightstand, I recall something. So I leap up from the bed and rush to the window. Disappointment is what chokes me when my thoughts are proven wrong. I actually thought that Scott would have his curtains drawn up. Just like he used to. Every single night whenever I stood at my window, I could see into his room, most of the time it's
"Son, are you okay in there? Need a little help maybe?" she asks and immediately I am on my feet. "No! No... I err... I'm fine," comes Scott's response. I bet he's lying. "He always refuses to let me help him. I just don't know what to do." His mom shakes her head, sadness taking over her facial expressions. "I'm sure he'll let me help. Let me try. Go and get ready," I tell his mom as I approach the stairs. She hesitates for a second but goes ahead and walks up the stairs and I follow behind. I have my fingers crossed as I walk towards Scott's room. I huff out a breath and knock thrice on the brown, wooden door. "Scott, it's me... Kyrah," I say as I listen carefully, waiting to hear any movement or anything at all. Silence. "I'd love to help. If... that's okay with you," I say and purse my lips. The next thing I hear is a click and I push the door open slowly. What my eyes land on makes my entire body wobble like jelly and I hold my breath. A part of me freezes for like two se
The past few days have been the best and the most rejuvenating. I have been spending all my mornings with Scott and in the evenings after I've locked up the gallery, the rest of my friends pass by and spend an hour or two with him too. His dad came a couple of days ago but I haven't had the time to talk to him, but I'll create time and say hi. What made me excited was when Scott asked for my number. I felt a pang of nostalgia wash over me. The memories of the day he first asked for my phone number flew all over my brain and I remembered how happy I was.Right now, I'm locking up the gallery with a wide grin on my face. It's a few minutes past 6PM. The exhibition is in two days, everything is ready and well-planned. I'm beyond excited and I can't wait for that day. As I am leaving, I bump into Oyster. Just when my day was going well, he decided to show up. Urgh! I roll my eyes while staring at my feet. Why did I leave my car at home? "Kyrah. Long time no see," he says with a smile
"Scott, might you by any chance remember someone by the name Kye? Kye Ripley," I ask and his eyes widen a little. "Yeah, why?" he asks. "Wow! Uhm... I don't know what to say. I guess you remember him since you two have been friends for long. Well, he's Roxy's boyfriend now. I guess we forgot to tell you," I say and his jaw drops. "You know Kye? And he's Roxy's boyfriend? Damn! I never thought Kye would be the dating type. He liked talking about finding 'the one'. I guess he did," Scott chuckles, "I hope I find 'the one' for me too," he says and I look away. I'm 'the one', it's me! I am right here. "Where is he now?" Scott asks. "He's always busy at work, sometimes his phone is usually off, but I'll try and call him now," I fish my phone out and dial Kye's number. His phone is off and Scott is disappointed. "Give me his number, I'll surprise him. If you guys haven't told him yet, I'll do it myself. Tell Roxy not to say a word. Kye is like a brother to me and I can imagine how he
Art: The use of one's imagination to express ideas or feelings in paintings, drawings or sculptures.There is nothing as beautiful as art that brings out emotions. Art that makes you question everything, even your very existence. So far everything is going so well and people are flooding the gallery. Men and women of different calibres all dressed to impress. Their eyes are glued to the white walls which have different pieces of art hanged on them. John Pierre and his son are busy with the buyers as Roxy, Vic, Scott and I, have a little chat as we enjoy a bottle of the best champagne in the country. Tim is our Deejay for tonight and he's playing really good soft music. Our parents are also here and they are having a great time. One word to describe the night: Pizzazz!I am in a red off-shoulder dress with strappy heels and my hair is curled up to its best. Roxy is in a white skater dress and black heels. Vic is dressed casually but in a smart way. As for Scott... well, he's in a bla
A few minutes later, I can hear muffled slow music playing. People must be having a good time out there. "Hey, how about we dance a little," Scott suggests and I shy away by looking at my feet and biting the inside of my cheeks. "What about you? You need your crutch," I say and he chuckles. "I don't need it that much. I can handle myself for a couple of minutes. So... shall we?" he asks and he stands up and places the crutch next to the wall. I stand up and walk straight into his warm arms and automatically, my head leans onto his chest. My goodness! This feels so good. His arm snakes its way around my waist and the other one is holding one of my hands as we sway from left to right like tree branches. Being like this makes me happier than a Queen. I don't know for how long we've been dancing but I surely get disappointed when someone opens the door. It's Wren. "Hey guys. We've been looking for you everywhere," she says and I slowly let go of Scott. "Sorry to interrupt," she 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