Scott's POVThe smoke is quite thick, I can hardly see a damn thing, just fire and smoke everywhere. Seconds into that house and we're both coughing like we've been in there for thirty minutes. My thoughts are racing, so is my heart and I keep wondering if we're doing the right thing by walking into a burning house. I have a feeling she's here, I'm just not sure. As we go through the fire, a huge piece of wood, that's on fire, from the roof, falls right in front of us, blocking the way. The heat is unbearable but we keep looking for ways to get to all parts of the house. It's not so huge but the fire is making us move even slower since we have to be cautious on where we're walking and going. "There's a door..." I cough twice. "I think it's the only room," I tell Kye and he nods and coughs too. "The door knob is metal. It could burn our hands if we try to open it," he says and we silently communicate in a second. Then with all our strength and agitation we kick the damn door at the
As we walk around the house, I hear something, like someone hitting the wooden house from the inside. "That's Scott!" Vic says and we call his name louder. "I'm in here!" he yells and we find ourselves directly opposite where he is. Vic pours water on that part of the house and I'm guaranteed that no fire will get to me. He goes back to fetch another bucket of water. "Scott, hold on a second, I'll be right back," I yell and move to get a huge rock I spotted nearby "Hurry up! We don't have much time in here!" he yells. Once I have firmly held the rock, I throw it on the wooden wall, using all my strength. Scott is also kicking from the inside. When Vic comes back he puts the bucket down. "Move over!" he orders and I step back, he kicks the wood hard. Scott kicks on his side, Vic kicks again and the cycle continues until Kye walks up to us and helps Vic. Minutes later, the wall looks weak, Wren is even helping. "Scott!" I shout, there's silence. "Scott, move out of the way, we'
Roxy's POVAfter taking a shower, I feel relaxed and my muscles are less tense. Glad I'm in fresh clothes, the other clothes are dirty and have a smokey smell. When I go downstairs, I find Kye and Scott very awake, they've changed clothes, seems like I took ages taking a shower. Vic and Wren are still in their dirty clothes, sleeping on the couch Just as I'm about to sit down, there's a knock on the door and Kye shoots up from the couch and heads towards the door, opens it and a middle aged man walks in accompanied by Lilly, Kye's sister. "Uncle Fred, Lilly" Kye says and let's them walk in "Kye! Is everyone alright? I got so worried when uncle Fred called me, good thing I was on night shift at the hospital" Lilly says while hugging Kye. Their uncle notices Kyrah on the couch and moves swiftly to where she is and takes out a stethoscope from his medical bag and starts examining her"I didn't know you were a doctor" I tell Lilly"I'm a nurse, actually. Good to see you again Roxy" I'
Blake's POV I couldn't sleep the whole night. I've been drinking and cursing the whole time. I heard mom come in late last night but didn't bother to know whether she was with dad or not. I've been waiting forever for the sun to rise so that I can go where I never thought I'd be going. To Kyrah's place. At around 8am I dash out of my room and walk downstairs quickly. Unfortunately, I meet my mother along the hallway. She's in her white robe, holding a glass of wine and cigarette in one hand. "Blake! Darling, how are you?" her thick British accent can be quite soothing at times, but I'm not in the mood for a chit-chat right now. I stop and sigh. "Isn't it too early to be drinking and smoking, mother?" I ask, folding my arms in front of my chest. "Oh dear! It's never too early for anything," she says taking a long puff. "People eat at any time of the day, so that doesn't mean you must have lunch at exactly one o'clock. So, allow me to enjoy myself. I'm trying to relax a little bi
Scott's POVI'm standing next to the window watching birds fly and trees swaying outside when she finally wakes up. Her heavy sighs make me turn around and I find her staring at the ceiling. It takes me two steps to get to the bed."Morning, Bailey," I whisper as I sit on the bed. She forces a smile. "Morning, Stone," she says and sighs. She still has the oxygen mask on. For a reason unknown to me, she doesn't want to look at me. "How are you feeling?" I ask and she sighs again, still staring at the ceiling. "Uhm... Let me ask if it's okay to take off that mask." Then I rush out of the room, all the way downstairs to where I left Fred. He assures me that by now she's okay and that she could take it off. So I head back upstairs and help her take it off, I also help her sit up right. She still hasn't looked me in the eye even though my eyes are glued to hers. Slowly she hugs her knees and places her chin on top of one knee. I can't stand the fact that she won't look at me, so I ask
"Mom, I'm so sorry," I say. "Instead he hit the wall, and he was drunk, Kyrah. The rich boy was drunk! Didn't I tell you that boy was trouble? Well I showed him that I wasn't just an ordinary mom. He's an asshole, I don't understand what you even see in him. Are you after his money?" she questions and I gasp. "No, mom, no! Look, everything is okay. We'll be back tomorrow. Forget about Blake." I can feel my blood boiling when I remember his mother's face. Scott's eyes go wide when I mention Blake."Okay, honey. Stay safe and say hi to everyone," she says and hangs up and I sigh for the hundredth time."My mom said hi and... Blake was at our house and he almost hit her, he came drunk... again," I blow air out of my mouth. "What?!" Scott's eyes go even wider. "I know.""What was he even doing there in the first place?" he asks. "You see... Right before I got kidnapped, I was talking to him on the phone and he must have heard me scream for help," I explain. "Tell me everything, who
"Whoah! Who is that?" I ask. He looks like he just came from hell. "His name is Red, we like to call him Old Diablo. He led us to you," Kye says and I blink. "Uhm, I don't remember seeing another dog around though," I say. "He's always quiet in his house. Doesn't like disturbance," Kye informs me and I nod as I stare at the dog. "Can I pet him?" I ask, although I doubt the dog would want to. "Try your luck," Scott says and I look at him then I call the dog, he comes and stands in front of me and sniffs my arm, stares at me for a while and licks my arm. Then he walks away like nothing happened. "Well, that was awkward, thanks though," I say and everyone laughs. "He's not the affectionate kind like Axel, that's the best he can do. You're lucky, my first time meeting with Red, he peed on me," Scott says and Kye bursts out in laughter, I try to hide my smile. "That, was a good one," Kye says. An hour later, Roxy approaches me and clears her throat."Can we... Uhm, talk?" she asks
Kyrah's POV I'm surrounded by smoke and fire, there's no way out. It's a circle of fire that keeps moving inward towards me. Scott's in the middle lying on the floor, unconscious. It's like the fire is some kind of a mighty being that keeps holding its head up regally and proudly as its destruction spreads, daring me to challenge its power. Black plumes of smoke rise above us and I begin panicking. Where the hell are we? I've tried screaming for help but no one can hear me. Tried waking Scott but he isn't moving a single muscle. "Help! Somebody, please help us!" I yell at the top of my lungs as the fire gets even closer to us. The flames are so intense and furious, undulating like some grotesque creature hell-bent on our murder. I feel so helpless! Beads of sweat have formed on my forehead, my entire body is sweaty and the smoke is gaining it's way into my lungs. I begin coughing. The fire moves even closer now and I swear I can hear someone whisper my name and chuckle. "Kyraa
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