"You just made it sound like some horror movie. She tried to burn you alive in a wooden house? What kind of a psychopath is she?" he says while shaking his head. "That's insane." "I know. If it weren't for you and the rest. I wouldn't be here. Anyway, that's all about her. From how we met to how she changed into the person she is right now," I say."I don't think I like her at all. Talking about her gives me goosebumps," he says and his phone rings. "It's my doctor," he says and he puts him on loudspeaker. The doctor asks how he is doing and he tells him about his dreams and how he got triggered when he saw Sabrina. "That's a good sign, young man. It shows that your memory is slowly coming back to you. You may not recall anything yet, but with time you will. Let's keep the faith. I won't make it today but you can tell your friends to help you out with your exercises," the doctor says. "Okay, doc. Thanks," Scott says and hangs up. "Well, I already did my morning exercises since I w
"That was kind of intense. I just didn't want to interfere much," Scott says. "I know you too well. Once you give someone a warning and they don't listen to you, shit gets ugly in the end," I say as I recall the day Scott's fist rammed into Blake's face at the Masquerade ball. I even find myself chuckling. "It really amazes me how much you love me. I see it in your eyes every day. Yet I can't do the same," he says and lowers his head. "Hey, it's okay. Love can't be forced and I simply won't force you to feel the same way. Although it really pains me to know that you can't remember how you felt for me. But... we'll figure this out. I'm not letting go any time soon," I say and he squeezes my hand. "After what you've said, I doubt that guy will be showing up at your doorstep ever again," Scott says. "I may have broken his little heart, but, it's only for the best. Atleast he won't be stalking me anymore. Let's go. Lemme show you around before we go see Kye," I say and we both enter
"Grab your phone, we're leaving." Are the words I tell Scott before shoving my phone into my small purse. In a minute we are out of the house and into my car. As he fastens his seat belt, he asks, "Can I know where we're going?""You'll find out when we get there," I say while avoiding direct eye contact. This is going to be crazy. I insert the keys into the ignition and the engine comes alive, roaring calmly and off we go. On our way, we pick Roxy from the gallery, and about forty five minutes later, I am driving into the last place on earth I wanted to be at right now. Blake's estate.Beautiful, classy and fancy, well-designed houses are what catches anyone's eye first. The different colors from white to grey to brown and even cream. Then the well mowed green lawns that tend to be too green to be believable. It's like the chlorophyll their grass contains is rich too if you ask me because, damn, my dad and I have tried watering our lawn nearly every weekend but still it doesn't even
"Really?" he asks curiously. "Well I think both of you are my guardian angels. So, let me ask. How did you break up with the guy?" he asks."That night at the Masquerade ball, after we caused chaos all over the place, I told him I never wanted to see him. Of course he kept calling and texting but I never called or texted him back. I was completely broken. Too broken that I couldn't see myself being in love ever again. But you... you showed me the light. You took good care of me and put a smile back on my face so naturally that I'd never forget how wonderful it felt. That's when I realized that you'd been with me all that time yet I couldn't see it. I couldn't see that you loved me more than a friend and I realized it when it was too late." I exhale a shaky breath and stare outside the window, trying not to cry. Seconds later, Scott's fingers sneak underneath my chin and he tilts my face towards him. "Please don't be sad. I'm right here," he says with a smile on his face. "Come on,
Scott's POVIt's pouring heavily outside and thunder is rumbling loudly and wildly and the night sky is as black as the devil's soul. Thick dark clouds are spread across the sky, too thick that you'd think the entire sky would collapse any moment. Lightning lits up the sky after every two minutes. The patter of the rain against the windows is soothing and I close my eyes tight and stretch my body on the long cozy couch.Just when I'm drifting away into la-la land, I hear muffled noises outside. I open my eyes quickly and rush to the window to take a look at what that could be. When I peep through the curtains, I see someone outside in the rain. Lying on the extremely wet lawn.Fear washes all over me when I realize who it is."Kyrah!" I scream my lungs out as I yank the damn door open and rush to her. The heavy droplets of the rain are slightly painful when they hit my skin. My entire body is frozen in the few seconds I take to get to her. My bare feet are touching the cold, wet and n
As we are driving along the ocean road, I notice a vehicle that's been following us for a while now. The person doesn't want to overtake yet I am in no hurry. I signal the driver to drive past us but instead, the vehicle rams into mine from behind and before I know it, it's on my right side and the driver mercilessly knocks my truck once again. One glance at Kyrah and I notice she has closed her eyes and is now screaming. Up ahead of us, there's an incoming large truck and if this stupid asshole doesn't stop this, we're all going to die. The truck in front of us has its headlights fully on and when I turn my eyes to the right to look at the driver of the vehicle, I am tongue-tied at that moment and my entire body turns to ice as the person, a man, knocks us off the railing. The last thing I hear is Kyrah screaming and a very loud bang. Then, darkness.I jump up breathing loudly, my heart is thumping faster than usual and, I am covered in sweat. All I can see is darkness and then it h
My phone rings and it's Wren calling. When I press it to my ear and answer, someone snatches my phone through the open window and when my eyes land on them, I notice it's a child. He's running with my phone and I push the door open and run after him, yelling like a lunatic. "Hey! Give me my phone back, you little spoilt brat!" I say through gritted teeth. Luckily he trips and I catch him and take my phone. "Kids these days are little monsters," I say to myself as the boy runs away. When I look back at where my car is, Scott is standing outside and mouths 'sorry'. I guess he was too busy staring at the house that he didn't notice me running out of the car. He slowly gets back into the car. Wait. The house... The Dawson house. When I turn to my right, there it is and guess who I see approaching the gate where there's a newspaper lying on the ground? Blake fucking-asshole Dawson. Oh shit! "Kyrah? Is... is that you?" he shouts. "Fuck," I curse under my breath. He's already seen me
Kyrah's POVAbout a week later.Things have been easy and Scott and I have been avoiding talking about my encounter with Blake outside his house.A few days ago, he told me about an odd nightmare that he had and that he saw us getting involved in an accident.I am not sure if what he dreamed about was the exact thing that happened to us because he wasn't very clear about it. Plus the dream itself was too twisted to understand.Right now I am at the mall with Wren. She asked me to take her shopping for some nice lingerie and I thought 'why not?'. Since I've been spending most of my time with either Scott or Snow. Scott and Vic are hanging out at Roxy's place.Wren looks super excited right now and I have no idea why she's so jovial so early in the morning."Don't you look a little too ecstatic about getting new lingerie?" I ask her as my eyes scan the hot, sexy, red bikini displayed on a mannequin."Who wouldn't be excited about getting new lingerie? Plus I nearly get excited every sin
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