Three days later, I'm still in my room. I didn't attend classes. Maeve has been awfully quiet and I know it's because of me. She only comes in late and leave early in the morning, she doesn't even bother looking at me.
I sigh and sit up right on my bed, facing her.
"If you're not going to talk to me, well, fine... But I won't just sit here pretending that everything is okay, when it's not. Look, Maeve, I'm sorry for cutting you guys off like that. That was stupid. I mean, I didn't even realize what I was doing until Roxy blew everything right in front of my face. I messed up big time and I just want to say I'm sorry. From the bottom of my heart, I really am. Just say something, please... "
She sits up right on her bed and faces me, right after she puts her phone on the bed.
"I'm glad you realized what you did wasn't a good thing. Honestly, you didn't hurt me that much. You should actually be apologizing to Roxy, she's the one you hurt th
My vision is becoming blurry by the minute and every single building seems to be moving too close to me. I can barely breathe and sweat trickles down my forehead. My throat is as dry as a desert.My chest feels tight.This is not the place to faint. One of the men, the head of the group, or so I assume, moves closer to me. His eyes are bloody red and one eye is twitching on and off like a light bulb. Blake is on the other side struggling to get to me and his anger can clearly be detected."Don't touch her!" He yells and the man turns to him and laughs, a very terrifying laugh. Then he turns back to me."It's either you're the cops or the cops sent you or–"I cut him off."I'm looking for someone.""Wonderful! Well you can't go through without the code," he bellows and stares down at me keenly.Damn it! I can't seem to focus on my thoughts and breathing at the same time."She's struggling to
They put on quite a show there. My thoughts are interrupted when one pats my shoulder."Sorry we scared you. Come by and we'll have some tea with my family."Wait what?"Uhm, okay. We'll go now," I utter in confusion as I rush to my car.As Roxy gets into the car, she waves at them and I start the engine and drive off."Care to explain everything? Like, now!" I demand.Roxy stares at me, "Well I guess we both have alot of explanation to do. I see your boyfriend got you a fancy car. Hot damn!" she touches the leather seats, amazed."Well, yes. We'll be riding together. Promise. Now tell me, who is this... Scar? How did you even get to know these people?" I pause as we hit the high way, "Did Vic know you were here all along?""First of all, I've never met Scar, but he's the leader. They tell me he knows me but I don't know how. Secondly, when I was a kid, one day I got lost in an al
The loud music is probably the reason why they haven't noticed me yet until I yell."Music stop!"And the girls' giggles fill the air and when they turn to me, they smile. Blake's face looks like he's seen a ghost. He pushes the girls aside and drunkenly tries to step out of the jacuzzi, sliding a few times. His black shorts are dripping water on the marble floor."Care to join us?" one of the girls with ash brown hair giggles and slides her tongue ring between her white teeth making the most horrendous rattling, that's worse than nails on a chalkboard. I scowl at her, crossing my arms around my torso. I huge lump is forming on my throat already, making it hard to swallow my saliva.When Blake gets to me, his feet wobbling like jelly, he speaks."Baby–" I cut him off. My palm held in front of his face."Don't you 'baby' me!" I hiss. Anger taking over my entire body. "What is the meaning of this? Who
In the car, I explain everything that just happened and I spot his muscles tense and his jaw tighten."Son of a... Look, I'm really sorry you had to see that and honestly it doesn't make any sense that he did that because you two argued because of Roxy. That's a lame excuse to cover up such a mistake," he turns on the driver's seat to face me, "I hate to see you like this... Crying." He catches a tear that's trickling its way down my cheek. His fingers feel warm on my cheek and I sigh heavily.His gunmetal blue eyes hold an emotion that I just can't read."He better not hurt you again, because I swear to God if he does–""Just... Just let him be. Take me home, please," I beg and he obliges."Okay. Just be careful, Kyrah. I care about you more than you know," he says and starts driving.On our way, I sit shotgun staring at my feet and a thought hits me. I turn to face Scott."Scott?" He glances
"He did what!? With who!?" Roxy shouts. Clearly, disbelief is displayed on her face. She slams her palms on the kitchen island and stares outside the window, pausing, as if to think."Keep your voice down, I don't want mom knowing about this," I explain to her.Roxy seems pissed off because of what I told her about last night. About Blake."Why didn't you wake me up? I could have gone with you. Maybe I could've taught him a lesson for messing with you. I– I'm so sorry babe," she says and pulls me into a hug."Sorry for what?" mom asks with a raised eyebrow as she enters the kitchen, tying her apron behind her and Roxy shrugs, grabbing an apple and taking one huge bite."Look at your daughter closely," Roxy says as she chews her apple."Jesus! Kyrah, you look like crap. Haven't you slept at all? You look... Depressed, are okay, honey?" mom shrieks.I shrug."I'm fine. I watched movies al
Wren, Roxy and I move to the edge of the deck and for sure, I have no idea what is happening until I hear Kye say."Shoot!"I gather up the saliva I can and we all spit at the same time. Wren spits farthest, then Roxy and mine which apparently hasn't gone twenty centimeters from the edge of the deck."Oh bummer." I pout and cross my arms across my torso."Come on, it's just a game," Scott says and everyone laughs except Vic."I guess we're both losers, Kyrah," Vic smiles apologetically and my shoulders drop. "Anyway, Wren and I are going to catch up, maybe grab some pizza. See you guys later," and he walks away, alongside Wren. They'd actually make a good couple, I tell myself."And we'll probably head out and grab some KFC, isn't that right Roxy?" Kye grins at Roxy and I can see her beaming with excitement."Chicken anyday, anytime. See yah guys," Roxy chuckles as they leave.They'd make an
Blake's POVI'm holding on to a glass of vodka when Carla walks into the room. Her hands in front of her as always. She looks confident as ever, with that never-fading smile on her face. I keep my focus on my drink and avoid eye contact. I can feel her sharp glare so I speak."What?" I ask calmly."Something is wrong, isn't it?" she questions and my jaw tightens as I close my eyes and grip the glass with all my strength.I've been in this room since I woke up and it's almost five in the evening. I didn't attend class today, I bet Kyrah did. I poured myself some vodka hours ago but I couldn't find the guts to drink it. I've just been staring at it the whole time. Thoughts of Kyrah have been coming in and out of my mind and I didn't even realize how one can lose track of time when they're deep in thought.I manage to face Carla who is standing right in front of me. I don't know how, but she always knows when something is wrong with me. Si
Kyrah's POVAfter a long day outdoors, I feel so much better. It was fun hanging out with everyone. Vic drops Wren back to her hostel and Kye leaves moments after dropping Roxy at my house. Scott has been nothing but hilarious today, I never knew he's that funny. After dinner, mum starts complaining about Snow."Honey, I've tried all I can since morning, but Snow won't leave your room. He looks... Off. I think he's sick or something. He hasn't eaten all day, poor thing. Could you check on him? I'm thinking of calling a vet soon,""Sure thing mom."When I head upstairs to my room, I find Snow curled up at one corner looking like a snow ball with his white fur. He looks tired and doesn't move much when he sees me. When I try to touch him, he winces, jerks away and growls.I try to carry him but he cries out in pain."What's wrong buddy?" I ask, "I need help here!" I yell.Seconds later, Scott is in my room, he lo
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