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
A couple of minutes later we pull over outside Roxy and Vic's place. As we walk to the porch, Wren just won't stop stealing glances at me and she's smiling like a child who just got offered a trip to Disneyland. "I thought it was the lingerie making you happy, or maybe I was wrong," I state as we reach the door and Wren presses the bell."Can't a girl have a good day? Because I see no problem with that," she says and before I can reply Roxy opens the door. "Hey babes, come on in," Roxy says excitedly and Wren walks in all excited. Roxy smiles broadly at me and I do the same.What's with the smiling today? My question is answered when I walk into the living room. Everyone I know is there. Well, everyone except our parents. I pause and look around. The twins, Maeve, Johnny, Vic... Kye is even here. "Uhm... Is there a party happening here? Because I for sure did not get an invitation," I say as I look behind me where Roxy is standing. "Where's Scott? I thought he was here?" As if
He's stroking my hair slowly and kisses the top of my head and he waits till I am calm and quiet. "Wait here for a sec," he says and kisses my lips. He walks to a part of the living room and walks back with a bouquet of red roses and hands them to me. I can't help but smile and pull him into a hug. "They look so beautiful. Thank you so much," I say as I wink away a tear. "Here, let me hold them for you," Roxy says and I turn around and hand her the flowers. When I turn back around to look at Scott, I find him kneeling on one knee and he's holding a cute little blue jewelry box. I gasp and my eyes bulge. He rakes his fingers into his dark brown hair and licks his luscious lips as his gunmetal blue eyes bore into mine. There's just something about the way he looks at me. Like I am the only girl in the entire universe. "Kyrah, I have been away from you for too long and I saw how damaged you looked when you realized that I couldn't remember you or anything about this place. A part of
"This is a lot to take in right now, can I get a glass of something cold?" I ask no one in particular and Tim walks to the kitchen and brings me a cold glass of orange juice and I drink half of it at a go. "Are you okay?" Maeve asks as Johnny crosses an arm over her shoulders. "I'm not sure. It's just... wow! I actually thought Tyler or Sabrina were behind all of this. I just... I thought Blake wouldn't even dare look for me after our breakup," I say and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Seems like the guy was obsessed with you and he just couldn't let go and accept that both of you were completely done. I'm so sorry, Kyrah and Scott," Jim says quietly from the edge of a couch. "He needs to be dealt with for what he did," Johnny says and clears his throat. "Yeah. I mean, people like him shouldn't walk around freely," Kye states. "I've got your back. All we need now is a lawyer, we already have proof that it was Blake who did it. He must be sick in the head to have done what he did."
Blake's POVMy head has been pounding for more than twenty four hours. I think it's a migraine. My eyes, as red as blood, are twitching every now and then and it's fucking annoying. My hands are shaking like weak tree branches, I can barely hold anything in my hands without dropping it. But I need alcohol, to calm myself down. I haven't slept for weeks! I have been drinking excessively that sometimes I even forget where I am. This is the life that I have been living for the last two years.One word to describe my life right now: Damaged.Every single bottle of whatever that may keep me drunk, that crosses my eye, I down it without any hesitation. Gin, vodka, whiskey, rum, name them all. I started off with wine from my family's company but that didn't do it for me. Wine didn't make me feel drunk as I wanted to be. I needed something stronger and as a result, I became more aggressive, agitated and livid at no one in particular. But I am pretty sure I've been angry with myself. No doubt
"What can I get you tonight?" he asks. "I need a couple of shots, hit me with whatever is your best," I say as I take my phone out of my pocket and place it on the counter.Time passes by fast and about two hours later, at around 10PM, I'm already dead-ass drunk, everything is starting to get blurry now. Maybe just a little blurry, because I am not yet nearly passed out. As I am busy minding my own damn business, someone catches my attention from the corner of my eye. A lady. Not just any lady, but a very gorgeous one. She catches me staring and I hold my breath. My fucking goodness! She looks like Kyrah! My eyes shoot wide open when she flips her dark and curly hair. Kyrah used to curl her hair that way. She's in a very tight and short dress, the color is hot pink. Unaware, my lips part and my throat runs dry instantly as she takes a seat right next to me and she turns to look at me, then she smiles. Well, she doesn't look exactly like Kyrah, but her hair and body remind me of K
"I followed her and that guy... I saw them spending an entire day... like a couple. The jealousy was eating me up and I made a very horrible decision... Dana," I sigh and when I look at Dana, she's beginning to look blurry. "What happened, Blake? It's good to let some things out of your chest. Talk to me," she begs. "Dana, I... I killed someone," I say and the look on her face tells me that she's already in shock. "Who did you kill? How?" she asks. "Well, after stalking them for an entire day, the two were... driving back home and then... I was following them. Bumper to bumper. I thought if I couldn't have her, no one else would, so I... knocked their truck off the road and it went flying down the steep sides of the ocean road. I found out later... that the guy died. She survived. She survived and I don't even know if I am happy about it or not," I say and grab the bottle and drink from it the last of its contents. "Oh, I am so sorry. Do you two see each other? Has she talked to
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