She takes off her sunglasses and clears her throat."What? Going shopping with Sabrina? oh that's just–" "Cut the bullcrap!" I snap and her mouth gets stuck in an 'O' position when she gasps."How dare you talk to me like that! I'm your mother–" "Who has never been around to teach her son some manners." I clap thrice, mockingly. "Good job." She stands up and sniffles."You don't get to talk to your mother like that in this house! Do hear me?" she yells at me, poking my chest. "Hm!" I shake my head. "I know what you and Sabrina were up to that night. You tried to kill Kyrah," I say through gritted teeth while pointing a finger directly to her face. "Bollocks! I have no idea what you are talking about." She's avoiding eye contact and her lower lip is trembling. She hurries and takes a sip of her champagne. "She told me herself, today," I say and impatiently wait for her to respond. Which she does by laughing hysterically. Wow! I never knew my own mother could be so ruthless. "Oh
Roxy's POVI'm super busy on my phone chatting away with Kye. I miss him. So damn much! My mind and eyes are completely focused on my phone when Mrs. Bailey sits next to me on the couch, but I hardly notice until she clears her throat."Hey." I smile at her and she smiles back. "I see you're abit busy on your phone," she says and I nod my head."Yeah. I'm just catching up with Kye."She looks like she's about to ask me something and whatever it is, I know it's going to leave me in dilemma, because I know it's definitely about Kyrah."Oh, uhm... Can I bother you for a minute or two?" she asks. "Sure," I reply her and I let Kye know that I'll text him back later.If there's one thing I know about Sarah Bailey, she doesn't like lies and I know I'm about to lie my ass off on whatever she's going to ask. I don't like lying to her but as of now circumstances are forcing me to start thinking ahead and know which lie would fit what she'll ask. Sarah Bailey is one charming woman, very lovely
I grab a pillow and throw it on his face and it lands on Kyrah. Lately my closest companion has been Snow. Kyrah has been too deep into her feelings to even remember her dog. He's quite an intelligent dog as I've discovered and I like it when he raises his little paw for me to shake. Indeed he is adorable. "You are all crazy humans and I love you for that," I say. "We love you too," Kyrah says. "Hey, what day is it today? I have a certain tv series I want to catch up with," Vic says. "29th of June," Wren speaks and it hits me. "Oh no," I whisper to myself knowing that Vic and I would be back to the mystery solving. "What's wrong?" Kyrah asks, moving closer to where I am. "It's my birthday on the first of next month! July! Oh my God! It wasn't even in my mind." I face palm myself "Plus, we have one day. One fucking day and that's just tomorrow and the very devastating journey that we paused earlier, will continue. It's already in my head." I cringe when a large letter 'S' crosse
Roxy's POV Mrs. Bailey is quite good with her words, after our little chat, both Vic and I felt relaxed. She's just like a mother to me now. She's so sweet and she understood our situation and I thank God she was of help. I spent the whole of yesterday doing nothing, just sitting in Kyrah's room. I didn't want to watch television since all that I could see in front of me was a massive letter "S". I can still see it right now as I'm preparing myself to leave. It's now 6PM.I'd just ended a video call with Kye, told him everything that's happening and that I'd be busy solving a mystery on my birthday. Like who does that? "Interesting. But promise me you'll stay safe," he said. Kyrah walks into the bedroom and finds me staring at myself in the mirror. Atleast this time round I'm not in a shiny, fancy dress. I hate dresses. So I chose some black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket and ofcourse black converse. "Birthday girl, how are you feeling?" she places both h
"Come here." Roxy opens her arms wide and welcomes her brother with a warm embrace, kisses his forehead and continues, "You don't have to get me anything, having you as a brother is a huge gift God granted me and having you around is more than enough. Don't feel guilty, it's just a day like the rest, whether I have gifts or not, all I'm grateful for is you and everyone else who is supporting us through these tough times. Like Kyrah and her family... And Scott too. So lighten up, don't be too hard on yourself," she says and he gives her a smile in return. She then pulls me to join them and we hug and chuckle at the same time."Now, time is running out, we have to get going," Roxy informs me as we let go of each other.We then go outside and wait for an uber Roxy had called and once they're in, I wave goodbye and they do the same.I just hope everything goes well for them.I walk back inside the house.****Vic's POVOnce the car drives off, Roxy sighs heavily. She looks nervous as hell
Roxy's POVI am biting my lower lip pretty hard, tapping the seat in a quick rhythm, chest pounding so hard, I swear the driver can hear it. The situation we're in right now, has me feeling like I'm shitting bricks. No kidding. My stomach feels like my intestines have been tied into knots. When I turn to look at Vic, he seems uneasy. He's staring out the window and biting his fingernails. One thing that is common amongst us is that we don't know how to hide our nervousness. I'm no longer scared, but I'm dying to know where we're going. I'm tempted to ask the driver but since he has instructions, I am sure he won't say a word. It gets darker by the minute and as I check the time, I notice that we've been on the road for about forty minutes. Moments later, the driver leaves the highway and takes a left turn into a dusty road. "Are you sure you know where you're taking us?" I question. "Yes ma'am," he says while nodding once. Huh? Did he just refer to me as "ma'am"? No one's ever don
"Let me make things clear for you. Remember when we were kids and I told you I'd got lost in alley? Bobby found me and brought me here. Also that time after... Mom died, I came here. There's also so many other times that I've been here, just to clear my head. Bobby watches over me. He knows you but you don't him. I don't know how but... they're all good people, trust me. You can calm down now. We're safe. The problem is, why are we here? Meaning... our mom knew this place." I turn to face Bobby and squint my eyes. "Is there something you should tell me?" my smile fades and I cross my arms in front of my chest and cock my head to the side. He clears his throat and rubs his overgrown stubble, then he sighs. "Follow me inside. The night is still young and you have lots of stuff to know," he says and goes back through the gate and we follow suit. Boogie and the rest remain behind to guard and as we walk beside Bobby, I can see the familiar trailers, well arranged. There are a few people
"Dad! Is it really you?" I choke as tears are welling up in my eyes. My heart is racing faster than lightning. My palms are sweaty, I feel like the world is spinning or something. Am I dreaming? "Yes, it's me sweetheart," he responds. My heart sinks when he refers to me as sweetheart. I want to run into his arms but it seems like I can't even move, it's like something is holding me back. "But how? We saw mom shoot you and you were lying on the floor and... How is this even possible?" Vic rakes his fingers through his hair as he breathes heavily. "Son, when your mother shot me, I became unconscious and since the three of you left without knowing my condition, you couldn't have known if I was dead or alive," dad says and I swallow hard. "I don't understand." I cringe at the memory. "Well then why didn't you reveal yourself to me? I've been coming here for all these years but I had no idea you were so close to me. Why? Why did you hide?" A tear drops and a sob escapes from my mouth.
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