Chapter 15
Right after I tuck Roxy in bed, I close her door and stand outside where Scott is. We both stay quiet for a long time with the wind blowing my hair to my face, until Scott decides to break the ice.
"Is she asleep?" he asks without looking at me.
"Yeah, I hope she'll be okay. She's just going through alot," I brush the hair off my face.
"What's her story? I wanna know," he looks at me with eyes full of worry.
"Are you sure you want to know?" I ask him and he nods.
"Not here though, it's quite cold outside, how about we go sit in my car?" he suggests.
I agree and we walk slowly to the car and get in. As I explain every detail that Roxy told me, I feel a lump growing in my throat and I begin to sob. Scott looks shocked by the whole story and he moves closer and pulls me into a hug.
"Hush now," he whispers.
Suddenly I remember the weird reactions at the mention of Scott's name in the prison and I ask without hesitating.
"Scott?"
"Yes, Kyrah?"
"Why were the guards afraid of you and it seemed like Alicia knew something about you that Roxy and I don't?"
"My dad is actually in the army. He's General Stone."
My eyes pop out and I break our little bear hugging moment as I turn to look at him.
"Sylvester Stone? No freaking way! Are you serious?" I've seen him on TV a couple of times.
He nods and I blink rapidly.
"You know what? Roxy has a funny habit of saying random people she knows are in the army when it's all a lie," I chuckle sofly and Scott does the same.
"You have a funny best friend," he says.
"You're my best friend too," I smile and he pulls me into another bear hug.
We sit there quietly until I hear a knock on my side of the window and I turn to see a familiar face.
Blake!
Holly shitballs!
I panic and jerk away from Scott and force a nervous smile and roll down my window.
"Am I interrupting anything?" he asks with a grin.
"No, not at all," I clear my throat shyly.
"Good. I want to talk to you Kyrah," he is acting as if Scott is invisible and I frown at him.
"Oh hey bro, are you good?" Blake says and Scott nods at him.
"Yeah, just don't ever call me bro," Scott sneers.
Blake lifts his hands as if in surrender.
"Alright then."
Blake opens the door and holds out his hand and I grab it without any doubt, he pulls me so close to him that I groan and I know Scott is rolling his eyes in the car.
"I'll see you later Scott," I say as I close the door and Scott drives off after warning me not to get into trouble.
As we walk side by side towards Blake's car he intertwines our fingers and I swear my blood pressure rises instantly. My legs begin to get weak and wobbly and my heart is racing very fast. We stop right next to a Chevrolet Camaro IRoc-Z and I look at him with confusion clear in my face.
"Is... This your car?"
He nods.
How many cars does he have?
The I-Roc looks sleek as hell!
"Wow! It looks good, very classic," I say.
"Thanks babe,"
Oh sweet Jesus!
He called me babe! I am melting inside and I grin at him as he opens the door for me. Such a gentleman, I tell myself when he closes the door. He goes around the car and gets inside and we drive off immediately.
Some Destiny's Child songs play for a while and I realize that I have no idea where he's taking me.
"Where are we going?" I question.
"To my house," he says, his eyes focused on the road. I sit back and watch as we pass the well lit streets. It looks beautiful at night.
When we arrive at his gigantic house, a housemaid is upon us, welcoming us, she looks familiar... Oh yeah we met at the park that day, what was her name again?
I facepalm myself inwardly as I shake her hand.
"I am sure you remember Carla," Blake says.
"Ofcourse I do," I lie, a huge smile plastered on my face. One thing I know about myself, is that I am very poor when it comes to recalling people's names. Your name could be Diana but I'd end up calling you Daniella.
Oh well, such shit happens all the time, I'm not the only victim.
The inside looks just like I remember. That cursed day when Sabrina and I fought. The thought of her makes me want to gag and I push the thought away quickly before I vomit all over Blakes fancy white rag.
In the living room, everything looks very expensive and classy. The chandelier hangs firmly from the ceiling and cream curtains hang down from the windows gracefully. I am in love with the cute photos of Blake when he was a baby which are in frames on the walls. He catches me staring at one.
"You look cute in this picture," I say.
"Don't I look cute right now?" he pouts and I chuckle while blushing.
I notice he is in Gucci from head to toe and I go wow! He smirks and heads over to a table where there is a bottle of champagne and pours some into a flute.
"Some champagne for the lady and some vodka for me," he says while pouring vodka into his glass and adds two ice cubes.
In my head, I can't help but tell myself that Blake lives such a lavish life, a stress-free one, no drama, money is at his fingertips. The house is like five times bigger than ours.
I swallow my drink and ask.
"How many rooms does this house have?
"About ten to fifteen, I don't know, I don't bother to count," he takes a sip of his vodka waving his other hand aimlessly.
I gasp at the realization that this house is much bigger than I thought. His family must be stinking rich, I mean millions and millions of money.
He holds my hand and leads me upstairs to a suite which has cream walls, pictures with frames made of silver material, glass tables and a large screen mounted in the middle of the wall. A larger screen, larger than Scott's. The AC is on and I love the scent of the room. It feels like I am in heaven already.
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