"Breakfast is ready," he announces and Roxy bounces up from the bed and heads out, followed by him and a lazy me.
The bacon is well cooked and tastes very delicious accompanied with eggs and some sausages and buttered toast.
"This is so good, Scott," Roxy comments with a mouth full of bacon and Scott smiles. Before I get the chance to comment on his well cooked breakfast, I hear someone yelling from outside. It sounds like a woman yelling and I pause the chewing to listen.
"Guys, do you hear that?" Scott asks and we rush to the front door to take a peek. I gasp when I spot my mom yelling at Blake who is rubbing his temples in frustration. Why is he here? Of all places to look for me, he decided to come to our house. Where he knows my parents live. Where he knows he's not liked that much.
Okay then.
"He's looking for trouble." Roxy coughs and Scott gives her a weird look.
"He's already made Kyrah's mom aware that
"It was a tough thing to do. I had sold every single thing I had just to buy drugs and later on I was living in an empty house with only the clothes I was wearing. Hadn't paid rent in five months and so I went to aunt Olivia and she kicked me out. She was disappointed and angry and said she'd cut us out off her paycheck. So if you haven't noticed, sis, your fees most likely hasn't been paid–" Vic explains to us his story, once we get back to Scott's house."What? Why did she do that? She knows we have no money, dad is long gone, and mom is in prison. Where else are we supposed to get money from, Vic? Tell me!" Roxy yells, pacing from left to right, a habit that she's used to when she's worried and panicking."Roxy, please, forgive me. It was all my fault... If I hadn't gotten myself into drugs and alcohol, we'd still be on the right track," his voice is deep and sorrowful.His eyes are a lovely hazel which brighten each time light hits th
"Who's Blake?" Vic questions softly."My boyfriend," I announce and his facial expression changes from calm to infuriated."Oh." Is all that comes out of Vic's mouth.We later on decide to watch a movie since the awkwardness is too much and no one wants to talk.At dinner, we sit quietly enjoying the spicy chicken my mom cooked. Roxy is seriously licking her fingers when the front door opens and my dad pops in."Whoah! I almost thought no one was inside. I didn't except you to be this many," dad says when he gets to the dining table and eyes everyone in the room. He gives mom a kiss on the cheek and sits down."Let me get you a plate, honey." Mom stands up from the table but dad stops her."Oh, don't worry, I can get it." Then his eyes move to Vic, "Wait, Vic?" he squints a little at him."Yeah, it's me." Vic smiles."What a surprise! When did you arrive? Kyrah never
My eyes are shut but I can still hear everything that's going on downstairs, I think mom is cooking breakfast. Seconds later my door is pushed open and when I open my eyes, Snow jumps on my bed with a red rose flower in his mouth and he barks twice. I chuckle."Good morning to you too, Snow."He drops the flower on my bed and moves closer to me and I pet him."Good boy. Where did you get this from?" I ask, knowing he clearly doesn't understand me but in a way I always feel like he does. He barks again and leaves my bed, stopping at the door as if asking me to hurry up and leave my bed. His white tail wagging quickly."Okay, okay. I'm coming," I respond, leaving my room and following Snow downstairs, where I find dad cooking. In his hand is a spatula and he is wearing a white and orange checked apron."What in the world is going on today?" My brow is raised and dad laughs. His eyes move to the stairs behind me and I follow his line of si
"This car, feels amazing. I love it, babe. Thank you so much." I steal a glance at him and he winks at me."You're welcome, babe. So where are you taking me?" he cocks his head to the side and I chuckle."Just hold on tight and you'll see." At that moment I step on the gas and speed off. I feel like a rebel. Like a princess who has eloped with her prince charming to a far away, forbidden land. A thought crosses my mind. What if my mom finds out that Blake bought me this car, what would I tell her?Focus on now and leave later alone. If it gets to that point, we'll figure it out. I tell myself.Minutes later, I stop the car at the beach. It doesn't look as lovely as the last time I was here with Scott since right now, the sun is up and apparently the seagulls are very few today. No waves at all, but hey, I am here to enjoy the moment.As we walk to the shore, Blake holds my hand and we both stop walking.He
Kyrah's POVTime flew like a rocket ship ever since Blake and I had our little bonding in my new car. Things changed, and so have I. It's been two months of pure bliss with Blake and I can't explain how high I have been on love. He makes me want to dance around whispering his name. When he calls, I run to him. When he speaks, I become weak and when he touches me, I run wild. That's what he does to me.As I sit here in my hostel, busy doing my hair, the door opens and Maeve walks in, arms across her chest. I can see from the large mirror in front of me that she is wearing a sad expression on her face. I turn to face her and she pushes her glasses up her nose. A habit I have come to understand means that she's either angry, sad or disappointed."What?" I ask her."Where have you been, Kyrah? And where are you going now?" she sounds concerned. For real."None of your business, Maeve," I say, turning on my seat to face the mirror.
*Scott's POV*It's been two months now and my dad hasn't come back home since he was assigned a really major duty in Afghanistan. This is how hard it is to be the child of a military father. He hardly comes home, and when he does, he stays for a while and any minute I always know he'd get a call of duty and that he'd leave again. I had really waited for him to come home the last time he called, but plans changed. He couldn't come.Another thing that's bothering the hell out of me is the fact that Kyrah, no longer wants anything to do with me, or anyone else. All her time is spent with Blake. It's like we're all invisible to her. I never liked Blake since the very first day I saw and I never will. He's made Kyrah a totally different person. She's now forgotten about all her friends and any time he calls her, she runs to him like he's her savior. I hate that. I really hate that!That thought makes me squeeze my fists in anger. It's Friday afternoon and I am
*Roxy's POV*When I pick the call, I place the phone on my ear and the smile on my face fades slowly as I speak to the person on the other end."Is this Roxy Trent?" the woman questions."Yes. How may I help you?" I ask."I am calling in from the State Women's Prison–" before she finishes her words I cut her off."My mother, how is she?" I utter. The last time I visited her, I was with Vic and she was glad to see him. That was two weeks ago. We had some family time together even though for a very short time. But I loved it."Calm down, we need you to come over immediately and see her–""What happened? What the fuck happened?!" I slam my fist on the coffee table, making Vic to jump on his feet. He is now staring at me with worry. He knows that whoever is on the other line has bad news. Scott is up on his feet and the two of them move closer to me."Ma'am, just calm down and get ove
Kyrah's POVBlake and I arrive at an elegant restaurant and we are welcomed warmly at the entrance. After we confirm our table, the receptionist shows us where it is and we thank her. I am in wedges and a knee-length pink floral dress with a brown clutch bag. I may be wearing a dress which has a bubbly color, but deep down I feel like crap today. I fake a smile when the waiter arrives at our table with the menu."Hello, this is our menu. I'll be back for your order in a few," he says in a deep French accent."Bring us two glasses of wine, please. When you get back," Blake says and the waiter nods firmly, turning on his heel to leave.I start playing around with my nails absently until Blake brings me back from la-la land by touching my hands across the table."Has anyone wronged you? If it's me, just let me know. You look troubled, Kyrah," Blake says as he eyes me keenly."No, babe. It's not you, I am a little off moo
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