Chapter 144
Blake's POV
I bat my eyelids open but all I see is darkness. I must have blacked out when I got to my room and clearly, I didn't even get to my bed, because I'm lying on the white carpet on the floor. The pain I was feeling when I got home has intensified, my entire chest feels like it's on fire, my jaw and nose hurt so bad that I groan as I try to get up and find my way through the dark room. I blacked out for hours!
My stomach growls, reminding me that I missed lunch while I was passed out on the floor. My head feels so heavy, damn it! Then I remember I don't have to look for the light switch, so I lazily clap my hands twice and the lights go on and I notice that I'm in the middle of my room, still in yesterday's outfit.
A sharp pain runs down my temple and I groan while gritting my teeth.
"Fuck!" I curse out loud.
What is that smell? Is that... me? I smell like I just came out of a sewer! I need to take a shower. I need my tense muscles to relax, so I decide to spend some time in my bathtub. I strip my clothes off and walk straight to the bathtub and wait for warm water to fill up the tub. As I wait, my mind drifts off to Kyrah. How I wish she could have just let me explain myself.
But you're a coward! You've never had the balls to explain everything to her.
Fuck my subconscious, but it's true. I knew if I told her that my parents, especially my own mother, want me to marry Sabrina or that there's a reason why Sabrina is so clingy, she would have left me. But I also made a mistake by not telling her, that's why she probably created scenarios in her head and concluded that I'm cheating on her with Sabrina, and thus, she still left me. She would have left me whether I told her the truth or not. If I had told her everything, she would have realized that dating me was a waste of her time because eventually, I would marry Sabrina. On the other hand, I didn't say shit about anything and look what happened last night.
I sigh heavily as I step into the tab and lie inside, letting the warm water caress my aching body and I curse at Scott multiple times.
"Son of a bitch! Urgh!" I groan as I touch my nose slightly, the pain is just too much. The guy throws deadly punches and last night I swore to never mess with him again. I'm Blake Dawson, my class doesn't allow me to go around fighting with classless imbeciles like Scott fucking Stone. I'm a man of honour unlike him–
Kyrah's words from last night engulf my mind.
"...and just so you know, you'll never be the gentleman that Scott is. You'll always be a pathetic liar, a manwhore and a fucking rich kid with a dysfunctional family! A fucking loser..."
"Fuuuck!" I yell out loud and gasp for air immediately and sink myself in the water and after a few minutes when my lungs are starving for air, I lift myself up and gasp for air again.
I need to call her. Tonight!
After I clean myself up, I wear some boxers and sweatpants and look for my phone in yesterday's pair of trousers. I switch it on and to my disappointment, there's no text or call from her. I just hate my life right now.
I dial her number and press the phone to my right ear.
"Can't take your call right now, leave a message." *Beep*
I hang up and dial her number again, just to hear her voice. I repeat this thrice and the fourth time, I actually leave her a message.
"Uhm... hey, I know I shouldn't be calling but... I just..." I sigh, "I can't stop thinking about you, Kyrah. You don't even know how sorry I am. For being such a jerk, a shitty boyfriend... I know you still love me, and I love you too... Things didn't go the way we planned but... If you want to talk just... call me, okay? Love you... so much," I finish talking and throw my phone on the bed.
A few minutes later, as I'm staring outside my window, there's a knock on the door.
"Come in," I say and Carla peeps through the halfway open door. Her eyes widen as she stares at me like a deer caught in headlights, her jaw drops at the sight of how I look like. All purple on my face and on my left side of the chest.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers, her voice shaky and full of emotion, and I lower my eyes to the carpet. "The doctor is here, shall I tell him to come in?" she asks.
"Sure," I say and a slender man in a white coat holding a black case walks in.
"Doctor Hawthorne." He stretches a hand for me to shake but I choose to ignore it. I'm certainly not in a friendly mood. Carla leaves and then I sit down on my bed for the doctor to examine me.
"Your nose looks pretty bad–"
"Are you here to criticize my state or to do your work?" I bark and he freezes.
"Sorry about that," he apologizes and continues with his work, sometimes touching spots I didn't realize were painful and I scowl at him.
"Cunt! Be careful!" I yell at him and he nods obediently like a little child. I don't even know how I survived that fight. I've never been involved in any fight, not one like that one, no. That fight was on another level. Full of brutality, hatred and jealousy. The bad thing is that I was the only one who ended up wounded and shit. I'm such a pussy, urgh! The blow I gave that asshole didn't even make him flinch. It's like he was immune to my punches. Like his body was made of steel. No wonder his second name is Stone, because my fists still hurt from punching him.
"Ow! Watch it!" I wince as the doctor touches my jaw trying to tilt my face to get a better view of it.
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