Chapter 165
Kyrah's POV
Yesterday Scott and I really had a great time at the beach. I got to know so much about him that I felt like I didn't know him at all! It was easier for him to tell me everything when I asked the questions first. He let down his walls... for me. He's a really great guy and learning from him that coming to live here changed his life– that my friends and I changed his life– really touched me. I felt sad whenever he began talking about his mother. He looked broken and in pain and I would hug him every now and then.
There's just one thing that I don't understand. When I look into his eyes, it looks like they're saying something, whenever our bodies come into contact when I least expect it, there's a weird static that seems to shock the crap out of me.
I shake my head at the thoughts popping up.
As of today, Scott told me he'd be running a few errands in the morning, so I am all alone with Snow as we watch television. For an odd reason I don't know, I'm watching the news. I rarely watch news but right now, that's all I want to do. It's good to know what's happening around you once in a while.
The door bell startles me and I wonder who it is. It cant be Roxy, she's probably sleeping on her queen-size matress dreaming of her prince charming, Kye. When I open the door, Tyler is standing there in a loose grey vest and red shorts, he's panting.
"Kyrah, hey. I need some water. Apparently I forgot my water bottle in the house and went jogging," he says as I let him in.
"Sure. Make yourself comfortable," I say and head to get him a glass of water. As I sit back down on the couch he begins talking after he downs the water. His skin is a little wet from the sweat but there's no stench.
"So now you're a loner, huh? Roxy told me she moved," he says.
"Yeah. But we'll be hanging out just like old times."
He nods and drinks more water as he sits down.
"Is Scott around?" he questions.
"No, he left, but he'll be back soon. I was just watching news with Snow here." I pat Snow's little head gently and he wags his little, white, furry tail.
"Oh, I haven't watched news in years!" Tyler laughs and stretches his long legs in front of him as he pays attention to the news anchor. A couple of stories are aired and the next one captures our attention most.
"Breaking news: Drama unfolds as the famous fashionista and tycoon, Mrs. Reyna Dawson, holds an employee hostage at the top of her roof, pointing a gun at the employee. This happened an hour ago when the police arrived at the Dawson mansion to arrest Reyna Dawson for drug trafficking. She had been accused of transportation of drugs via their company's trucks and has been found guilty. Police at the scene are trying their level best to get her down from the rooftop and bring her and the employee back to safety. We will be giving you more details on ground. My name is Mellanie Roth, back to you in studio," the reporter says.
I'm frozen.
I just saw Reyna holding a gun against Carla's head at the fucking rooftop of their house!
A fucking gun! Carla! Rooftop! What?!
"I hate the Dawson's but damn, this shit is messed up. What the hell is wrong with that family?" Tyler exclaims in utter shock.
"Oh my God," I whisper and rush upstairs and grab my phone, call for an uber and throw some descent clothes on. I quickly take the flash drive Carla gave me and shove it into my pocket then I rush back downstairs. My heart is beating so damn fast. That woman is a psycho, she could kill Carla. I must do something, very fast!
"Where are you going?" Tyler asks.
"To Blake's house, where else? Come on, let's go," I say and he frowns.
"I don't want to be rude or anything but you know I've never liked Blake, just go ahead, I'll head back home and watch how it goes." He stands up and leaves and I lock the door behind me.
****
Thirty minutes later, I'm at the scene and so many people are all over the place, reporters and their cameras and recorders, shocked neighbors, the police too. Reyna is still at the rooftop, Carla is crying. I push my way through the crowd and head to the front where Max Dawson is standing, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. He looks frustrated. His shoulder muscles are tense.
"Reyna, please. I've been begging you for the last hour and a half, just let it go and we can talk–" Max is cut off.
"Shut up, Max! It's either Carla goes, or I go!" Reyna barks, her voice bitter as she yells back at her husband.
Max turns away in frustration, his hands trembling as he brushes his palms on his face and then he notices me.
"Kyrah, right?" he says and I am surprised he even knows my name. "I have tried all I can. She won't leave the rooftop." He clenches his jaw and curses under his breath.
"Where's Blake?" I ask.
"He went out to get breakfast and he left his phone here. I don't know where he is. The police have tried all they can but Reyna is standing at a very steep point and if anyone gets near her, she threatens to jump... with Carla!" His voice breaks and he begins pacing up and down, behaving like a wounded cat pursuing revenge.
What do I do?
"Reyna... It's me, Kyrah!" I bet she'll get even more pissed but whatever. "Please, let Carla go, everything will be okay. Just get down from there, it's too risky," I shout.
She looks down and glares at me. Shooting invisible daggers with her eyes. I can't really see her eyes, but I bet they are the color of blood right now. I place my palm on my forehead to hide the rays of the sun from my eyes.
"Look who we have here... Miss goody two shoes. You are not the boss of me, don't tell me what to do!" She slightly pushes Carla and everyone down below gasps. "That's right, I will push her and she will die right in front of all of you. This is your fault Max. Your bloody fault you stupid knobhead!" she snaps, the hand holding the gun trembling like a leaf.
This is crazy, after all the information I got to learn from that flash drive, I will do anything and everything to save Carla. That video I watched had alot of information.
From a distance Max is arguing with an officer.
"Isn't that supposed to be your work?" he spits. "They've been on the roof for more than an hour and you expect me to calm down? Are you fucking blind?! Two lives are at stake and I am not going to lose any, not today." He grabs the officer by his shirt and pulls him and stares into his eyes, "Do your fucking job!" he booms through gritted teeth and pushes the officer away.
I have an idea. One that's crazy, but I think it might work. Maybe.
"Mr. Dawson... I think I know someone who can get her down from up there. I just need to get their number." I blow air out of my mouth.
Shit. Whatever I am about to do is crazy.
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