Chapter 158
"That's what I thought. Atleast dad always used to check up on me every now and then but you... you were out there living your dream, shopping for expensive things, enjoying various cuisines from country to country while I was here, wanting a mother's love. But you know what? Carla was there, all through, damn it! She took me to hospital when I was sick, came to watch all my soccer matches and swimming competitions, she cooked for me, took good care of me. That is why I you are NOT chasing her away from me. I love Carla alot," I say and I spot Carla raise her eyebrows in surprise.
"Blake. I'm sorry but she has to go. I'll employ someone new to take over her duties," mom says, not even moving a single muscle.
"So you mean you're just going to kick her out just like that? No!" I cross my arms across my chest. "If she's going, then I'm going with her. I'm going to get my stuff," I say and walk past my mom who decides to raise her arm at me to slap me but I grab it tightly and push it away from me.
"Are you kidding me? So now you want to slap me? I'm not a child mom. You have problems, better sort them out before they make you go crazy. I'm going upstairs, and if you dare lay a finger on Carla, you'll see another side of me that you won't like." I grit my teeth and turn on my heel to walk away when Carla speaks.
"Blake, please. Listen to her. I beg you. I'll just get my things and leave. I don't want to cause your family any trouble. I'll go." Carla sniffles and I walk back past the door for the umpteenth time and stand next to her outside.
"You clearly heard what she said. Come on, off you go. Don't waste my time. I'll be back in ten minutes to see if you're actually gone," mom says and walks away humming to a song and I sigh. How can she be this ruthless?
I cup Carla's face and stare into her lonely eyes.
"Carla, I'm so sorry. I have no idea why she's doing this?"
"It's okay–"
"No it's not. I didn't chose to have such a careless woman as a mother and it hurts that she'll always be my mother."
"Don't blame yourself," she says and cups my cheek.
"Carla, you know you've always supported me in every way and I want to let you know that you can count on me and dad too. If you need anything at all, just call either of us, okay?"
She nods.
"I will. I'll go now," she says sadly.
"No, I'll drive you to wherever you want to go–"
"There's no need. I'll be okay," she insists.
My eyes move to where one of my convertibles is parked, the sunroof is open and I remember I have a credit card in the dashboard.
"Wait here," I say and run to get it then I head back to her. "Here's my credit card. It's yours now, use it." She hesitates and I push it into her palm.
"I promise as soon as dad gets back home, we'll come get you." I hug her gently and I hear a car honking loudly. That must be the uber. I help her carry her things and a sudden surge of pain rests in my heart when I see her enter the uber and leave. I just lost another person I love in less than a week. Sometimes I think my family is jinxed. That I am jinxed.
When I get back inside the house, I meet my mother leaning on a wall.
"Has she left yet?" she asks and I clench my fists and scowl at her, head for the elevator and watch her face disappear as the doors close.
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Kyrah's POV
It's almost a week since Blake and I broke up. It hasn't been easy but I am trying so hard to get over him. He wasn't worthy of my love. Right now I am busy picking up everything that he once bought me and putting them in two carton boxes. I do not want anything that reminds me of him lying around this room and house.
"Hey, you're up quite early. What's the occasion?" Roxy asks, her voice grumpy. "Are you packing my stuff to kick me out?" Her eyes fly wide open when she sees the two carton boxes.
"No, silly. I'm getting rid of everything Blake ever got me. If I had ever wanted to kick you out, I'd have done it a very long time ago, trust me. I'm also happy that you keep postponing the day you'll move into your new house but still... your dad is probably wondering why you keep doing that," I say as I dump a brown teddy bear in one box and continue looking for other stuff in my closet.
"Don't worry. I promise we'll move in soon. That teddy is cute though," she says.
"You want it?" I ask.
"Ew! No, anything that comes from the Dawsons, is cursed," she says and I laugh. "Where are you taking all those things though?"
"I don't know... yet." I shrug.
"Come on, I know people who need these more than anyone. We can take them to the foster home where Vic and I once were in."
"Aren't those just children who live there? Some of these stuff look too mature for them." I bite my lip.
"Sadly, some kids fail to get adopted and grow up while still there, I remember there were sixteen year olds and some seventeen year olds too during the time Vic and I were there," Roxy says. "I can take them for you if you want. They'd love everything."
I sigh heavily, "What would I do without you. Thank you," I say and hug her just as my phone rings. My heart skips a beat. This is the first time I'm receiving a phone call since I broke up with Blake. I'm the one who usually made the calls for the past few days, but right now, someone is actually calling me and Roxy looks at my phone. I hope it's not Blake. When I take the phone, Jim's name appears and I heave a sigh of relief. Thank God!
"Jim? What a surprise," I say.
"Yeah, I know. How are you doing?... Maeve told me everything," he clears his throat.
"I'm fine Jim. I don't want to talk about it. How are you? And Tim? It's been a while since I saw you two." I chuckle.
"We're doing great and uhm... Tim actually asked me to call you."
That's odd. Tim and I haven't been that close but we do talk from time to time although we both don't have each other's phone numbers.
"Uh-huh..." I say.
"He wants to come over and talk to you, if that's okay," Jim says and I frown.
"Err... Cool. Tell him to come any day, even right now if he'd like to," I respond and then there's silence. "Jim?"
"Yeah... Uhm, he says we'll come over during lunch and we'll bring pizza, is that okay?"
"Great. See you in a couple of hours," I say and hangup.
"Jim and Tim are coming over with pizza. Lunch time," I say as I pick a watch Blake got me and dump it in a box. "I think I'm done clearing out Blake's memories. I'll seal the boxes for you with tape and you can take them any time you want to. I'll just put them at one corner."
"I can go before Tim and Jim come over, I have nothing to do today anyway. What about your car? Your parents still don't know about it and it's still in the garage."
I ponder for a few minutes and miraculously, a solution draws itself in my mind.
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