My head hurts. I didn't drink that much last night, just two cups or was it one? of that bitter unknown drink. Or maybe three. I can't recall. All I know is that I wasn't too drunk and alot happened yesterday. Too much actually.
I open my eyes and notice the familiar walls.
How many times am I going to find myself waking up in his bed? I face palm myself.
Scott must have brought me here, I just don't remember how I even got here in the first place. The last thing I remember is him placing me at the back of a car and everything faded away. That drink must have been a really strong one.
Quickly, I rush out of the room and stop at the living room. Everyone is there, except Maeve and Jim.
Roxy is on one couch, Tyler on the other one and Scott is on the floor. They're asleep so I turn to go back to Scott's bedroom.
Scott clears his throat and I look back and find him standing, looking at me. I don't know what to say.
"Come here," he says i
When I join Maeve and Scott in the living room, they're both quiet."Both of you are weird, you hardly talk yet we're all friends," I complain.Maeve shrugs."I am not that used to talking to new people but with time we'll start talking," she says."Alright, no pressure," I smirk.Maeve's phone rings and she hesitates before picking up."Hey... Yeah, I miss you too... Alright then... I'll be there," she speaks to the person at the other end of the line.She hangs up and looks at me and I know that it's that Scottish guy who has just called her."Shoo! Go on, what are waiting for? Run to your Romeo, woman," I say and Roxy who is now out of the shower starts singing, indirectly about Maeve and her new guy."Strumming my pain with his fingers, singing my life with his words..." she crosses the room in her towel and stands in front of the tv "...killing me softly with his song, killing me softly
Blake pulls back from our kiss when his phone rings and I stare at him as he speaks to the person on the other end of the call until he hangs up."It's my dad, they're coming back tonight," he informs me."Oh, alright then," I say."Can I... Drop you off at school?" he asks and I nod.As we leave the park, walking towards his car, he gently holds my hand and I find myself smiling.We stop right next to his car when he looks into my eyes."Kyrah, believe me when I say I have feelings for you. As I said, I want to be more than just a friend to you."I nod and he opens the door for me and in a few seconds we are driving out of the park.The ride is an awkward one, no one wants to say anything. Actually, since he told me about his feelings, words seem to have escaped my mouth, I have no idea where to.Moments later, we pull up at the front gate and as I am about to open the door, Blake pulls me back by my h
In my room, I sit down on my bed and stare at the other empty bed, where my roommate would have been sleeping but I don't have one and I don't need one.Someone knocks on the door and I get up to go and open it. I know it's her and it's only been ten minutes since I told her to come to my room. Oh well."I'm finally here," Kyrah says with a tiny smile on her face. She's actually never been inside my room since the semester began because I am always in her room."Come in," I pave way for her to walk in and close the door."Your room looks different now, it's not like I remember. Well arranged and..." she pauses and sniffs the air "... Do I smell strawberry freshener in here?"I shrug and move to my bed. Kyrah looks around and her eyes land on something I didn't want anyone, and I mean anyone, to see. She grabs an old album lying on my dressing table. I must have forgotten to hide it or maybe I am so comfortable with no one coming in my room th
Kyrah's POV"What?" I ask her. I clearly heard what she said but I need to hear it again."She's alive," Roxy says with a firm facial expression."You lied to me, all these years, why?"I seriously can't continue with this conversation calmly, so I start pacing across the room, back and forth."Why? What was the reason? Who was that woman you and your brother lived with back then? Wasn't she your mom?" I ask."Olivia is my aunt. We only called her 'mom' in public," her voice is quite low that I am struggling to hear her words.Immediately I stop in front of her and rub my temple."Where is your mom? Where has she been all these years? How could she leave you and your brother..." I sound angry? Well maybe I am, where in the world has Roxy's mom been? I've never heard of her at all except that she died but how is she still alive and doesn't visit Roxy?Maybe I am overreacting. Well, I haven't heard Roxy's
Roxy's Present (POV)"That was the last time I saw her. She's now in prison. Olivia was taken to hospital and took us in after she found out that our lives at a foster home was horrible. I almost starved myself to death, the food there was pathetic and they didn't treat us well,"Kyrah looks terrified, yet that's not the entire story. Although it feels good to let it all out. I have never told anyone about my story, no one at all."Do you visit your mum?" Kyrah asks, wiping off a tear from her cheek."Yes, but she never wants to see me these days, I don't know why," I fight back tears that are threatening to fall."Since when?" she asks. I better get used to the many questions Kyrah has because I know she has alot of them to throw at me."Three years ago...""What? Why? You mean the last time you saw her was three years ago?""Yes," I sigh "When I used to go there, it got to a point where I waited for her to c
The rest of the week runs smoothly with no drama and unnecessary trouble from Sabrina.As I walk out of my hostel, I lock the door and shove the keys into my tiny clutch bag. I feel relaxed and so I decided to wear a navy blue pair of jeans, a white T-shirt, white sneakers and my favourite pair of loop earrings. I start walking down the hallway headed to Roxy's room to check on her when my phone chimes in my pocket and I fish it out. It's a text from Blake.*Hey beautiful? What are you upto today? I miss you xoxo*The loony smile forming across my face makes me wonder if I am still sane. I start typing away while walking when I bump into someone's rock hard chest. My eyes are directly facing his chest and I look up."Who's making you smile like that? You didn't even see me coming your way," Scott says, looking down at me."Oh, it's...""You don't have to tell me, it's okay. Where are you going?" he inquires."I
At the large metal gate we find four guards fully dressed in their uniforms and with guns. They look unbothered by our presence. One of them is a lady who looks like she's in her mid thirties, her facial expression shows that she's probably tired of life or her job. Or even both.Lazily she starts to speak right after removing a toothpick from her mouth."Identification please," her voice comes out rough. We show her our ID's and she takes them, placing the toothpick back in her mouth."Let them through," she yells at the guard with the keys to the gate and spits saliva on the ground. We head to the next gate which is much bigger. How many gates do they have here anyway?Roxy walks ahead of us and a guard at the second gate recognises her."Long time no see woman, where have you been?" he asks, the word 'you' coming out as 'ju'. His Spanish accent is hilarious and I bite my lip not to laugh. He leans over to hug Roxy who dodges him and
"You must be Kyrah, I've heard alot about you, you seem like a very good young lady," she says smiling at me and I smile back genuinely and move to hug her warmly, "And you are..." she looks at Scott keenly."Scott... Scott Stone," and I hear a gasp from somewhere in the room and that leaves a question mark in my mind. Why are people reacting that way towards Scott?"Oh, wow! You're a Stone alright, I see my daughter is well taken care of. Never let them get into trouble okay?" Scotts gives her a firm handshake."Yes ma'am," he nods while Roxy and I exchange confused looks."So honey, I only have ten minutes here. I missed you, how is your brother?""He's fine mom. We really miss you. How are you doing? Is everything okay?"Alicia pauses and coughs thrice before speaking. Her hands are shaking and she hides them under the table."Honey... I'm sick..." she doesn't get to finish speaking and Roxy jumps up from her chair as if it g
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