Chapter 145
Kyrah's POV
To everyone else, I seem to be feeling better, but to me, that's not the case. They've been trying to make me laugh a little, which I have but, I still feel sad deep down. This feeling is not something you get rid of in just a day or two, it takes time. Sometimes it takes months or even years to forget someone you once loved. In my case I don't know how long this feeling is going to take to fade away. All I know is that I want it gone soon enough.
Scott fed me breakfast and lunch, but I convinced him that I would feed myself during dinner. I'm not a child but I can say Scott treats me like I'm a very delicate one. Like an egg, if I can say. Not just any egg, like a faberge egg.
Right now, it's almost 8pm. We've had pizza already and Roxy and Vic are getting ready to leave. They're supposed to go see their dad at Wolf Street, spend the night there and go shopping in the morning. They'll be moving into their new house this week.
I sigh at the thought of it.
Scott is seated next to me on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He informs me that Vic just sent photos of us at the Masquerade ball, to our online group. I just nod and ignore the rest of his words. I don't want to see anything that reminds me of last night.
"I can put them in your laptop if you want me to," Scott says calmly, I turn to him.
"Sure, just create a folder on the desktop. The laptop is in my dad's study room," I say, and he shoots up from his chair and goes to my dad's study room.
At last! I'm all alone now in the living room. Even if it's for a few minutes. These guys haven't left my side at all, they've been taking turns like guards. What will I ever do without them?
With Scott gone, Roxy upstairs and Vic at Scott's house, my mind wonders off to none other than Blake. I sigh when his image pops up in my mind. It's crazy how I still want to feel his touch right now but at the same time I want to bite his head off his body. I long for his kisses but when I think of him and Sabrina at the ball, I gag. For a moment, I flash back to all the good times we had together until the last night we spent together. At that moment, everything around me freezes and my eyes turn to the only thing in the room that's making noise, the large, white antique wall clock.
Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!
As I stare at the clock, I get drowned into my thoughts again. Even though it hurts, I can't control what my brain decides to show in my head. I picture everything that went down that very night when I slept over at the Dawson house and a pang of sadness and regret clogs my throat. I remember how torn apart he looked before we decided to make lov–
No! That wasn't love making! That was just plain sex you idiot!
I hate my subconscious for always being right all the time. If only I could listen to it often, I wouldn't make some stupid mistakes that I already have. In my mind, I see both of us in his bed, stark naked, him pulling on the rubber and shoving his manhood deep into me with no mercy. I remember feeling like he was punishing me with every stroke, every inch of him was rather painful than pleasurable that night.
A tear slowly cascades down my cheek as I realize that even after we had sex that day, he still showed up with Sabrina and God knows what they did after the party together. As the clock ticks, every sound it makes reminds me of every forceful stroke from Blake that night. For a minute there, I think I can remember how it felt and I tighten my thighs together and pull my hair with all my might as I grit my teeth.
Tick! Tock! In! Out! Tick! Tock! In! Out!
I can't take it anymore, so I cover my ears with my hands but the damn clock is too loud.
"Fuck! Make it stop! Make. It. Stooop!" I scream and in seconds I grab the damn clock from the wall and smash it on the floor. Its glass breaks into pieces but the damn thing hasn't stopped yet. Scott rushes back to the living room so fast and grabs my hand and pulls me away from the broken pieces of glass on the floor.
"What's wrong?!" he asks quickly and I point at the clock on the floor.
"Make it stop!" I put my hands back on my ears.
He picks the clock and removes the batteries and it stops.
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