Chapter 166
Blake's POV
I'm at a restaurant not to far from home, having breakfast, peacefully. Some of my neighbors, Tyrese and David walk up to my table, grinning like loons. I barely hang out with people, since I am just kind of used to it, but I know my neighbors.
"Dawson, what's up, dude? We haven't seen you in a while, man," Tyrese says, as they both sit down opposite me.
"Yeah, what happened to the party monster? You always throw the most wicked parties!" David adds, a frown visible on his face.
I finish swallowing my hot and fresh waffles and down them with a sip of my coffee, wipe my mouth and then respond.
"Hey. Alot has been happening, but I can organize for a party if you want one. Say... this weekend?" I smirk and the two of them grin happily.
"Alright, dude! So what have you been upto since the semester ended?" David asks as he rakes his long and oddly fat fingers into his dirty blonde hair.
"Oh, business meetings, hanging out with my girlfr–"
She's not your girlfriend anymore. She dumped your stupid ass.
"Blake Dawson has a girlfriend? Well what do you know, the rumors are actually true, Dave. I think missing out on the last couple of parties is the reason we're in the dark." Tyrese scratches his chin that is full of stubble. His green eyes full of curiosity.
"What rumors?" I cock my head to the side as I look at the two and tap the table with a finger.
"We weren't on session last semester but we heard you got your girl a very fancy car. Damn! How I wish I was you. We also heard she's drop-dead gorgeous as fuck, bro! How good is she in bed?" Tyrese's winks at me and grins wider then moves even closer, propping his elbows on the table. "Tell us, does she give you head?" he whispers.
I force a smile and shake my head. These two are just unbelievable. If only they knew.
"Come on, does she have a sister? Or hot friends? You can invite them to the party... if you'll plan for one anyway," David states.
"Whoah! Whoah! Hold your horses guys," I chuckle. "She doesn't have a sister and her friends..." my words trail off to the television at the realization that I barely know much about Kyrah's female friends. I only know that psycho bitch, Roxy and I don't even know if she has a stupid boyfriend. Who would date such a psychopath anyway? She's too rogue for any guy. What about that girl with dark hair and specs? What's her again? Naive or was it Maeve? Yes, Maeve, I've seen her with a guy before so––
Why am I trying to recall Kyrah's friends when they wouldn't even dare come to my party if I had one tonight or any day. They all know Kyrah and I broke up, so I better stop my stupidity and switch the topic to something else.
"What about her friends? Hook us up bro. Tyrese hasn't been laid for two months and I swear he–" Tyrese pushes David and he nearly falls off his chair laughing.
"Don't you ever shut that mouth of yours? Jeez!" Tyrese scowls at David.
"Little wanker," David teases and I laugh at them.
As they have a petty argument over who wanks and who does not, I turn back to the television.
Today, I left my phone at home because all I wanted was to go out have breakfast on my own, enjoy the weather, stay off social media for a while and relax. Maybe go to a nice restaurant for lunch and enjoy an excellent a la carte.
I woke up earlier than usual and told Carla not to make me breakfast. I just needed to get out for a while. I had pictured my day going so well but the breaking news on TV, literally breaks my heart into a thousand pieces.
The reporter announces that a woman, whom, from the videos, is my own mother, is at the rooftop of our house, with a gun pointed at the hostage's temple. My jaw drops and my heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach when the camera zooms in on Carla.
"Fuck!" I yell and rush from my table, knocking my cup of coffee but the waitress stops me, asking for her bill, I quickly take out my wallet and give her the money she wants and I drive back home. My mind is spinning. What could have happened? Why is my crazy mother pointing a fucking gun at Carla at the fucking rooftop of our house?
"Fuck!" I yell and slam the steering wheel and step on the gas. I need to get there fast! I don't care if I get pulled over by the police.
At the entrance, so many people are surrounding the place, the media guys, police, our neighbors etc. My heart beats like a drum against my chest. My palms and armpits are already sweaty as I try to make my way through the crowd.
"Out of my fucking way, you morons! Get out of my way!" I yell until I find myself at the front of the crowd where my dad is standing with...
"Kyrah?" I say in disbelief. What is she doing here? Why is she talking to my dad? What exactly are they talking about?
My curiosity makes me walk towards them with five large strides.
"Kyrah," I say her name and she lifts her head and her eyes widen when she sees me. She opens her mouth to speak but dad cuts her off unknowingly.
"Son! I'm glad you're here." He pulls me into a tight hug. He looks devastated and from the looks of things, he's been pulling the hair on his head out of frustration because the strands are protruding to every direction.
"What's going on?" I ask, my voice panicky.
"I was... I was on a phone call in my office when the police came to arrest your mother for drug trafficking. When she heard that they had come for her, she panicked and grabbed her gun and Carla and rushed to the roof. Son, I have tried everything to get her down but she won't listen. Try talking to her. Do whatever it takes. I can't lose anyone, please," he says with a shaky voice as Kyrah looks away and turns around to make a phone call. She looks better than ever. More beautiful, more relaxed, more peaceful than how I am feeling deep inside. Somehow seeing her has brought back all the pain and hurt. I wonder if she feels the same as I do right now. I look up at where mom and Carla are standing and my throat goes dry.
Holy shit!
"Mom!" I yell at the top of my lungs and mom looks down. Her face all grim and wrinkled in anger.
"Blake! Help me!" Carla shouts back and let's out a shrill cry when my mom pushes the gun closer to her head.
"Shut up, Carla!" mom yells at her. My heart drops to my stomach for the umpteenth time.
"Mom, please. I beg you, I'll do whatever you want just come down from there... Or let me come and get you from–"
"Shut up! You will not come here to get anyone! If this is fate, then so be it. We will both die and I won't care whether you're left mourning or not because I am very sure, you won't mourn over my death!" She shakes Carla's body vigorously. "It's your bloody, fucking fault, you imbecile!" She points at my dad with the gun, as if aiming to shoot him and I run and stand in front of him.
"Reyna, let Carla go, she has nothing to do with this–" Dad speaks.
"Really? Fuck you, Max! Fuck you and your entire bloodline. She's the reason why you don't love me anymore. She's the reason why Blake barely looks at me. She is a home wrecker. Don't you see that?" she yells at the top of her lungs.
I don't understand what my mom has against Carla, but for now, what I need to do is try to get them down from up there. More police have gone inside the house to try and get them down but to no avail. She keeps threatening to shoot anyone who will dare go near her.
My head is pounding and I can't think straight. I can feel the blood pounding in my head and my palms getting colder. My breathing is quite louder than usual.
Why is my life and family so fucked up like this? Shit!
All I wanted to do today was have a day by myself and relax but look what the cat dragged in.
"Shit!" I curse under my breath as I watch my mom and Carla at the rooftop. I don't want to lose any of them. I can't lose them. I close my eyes tightly and press my palms against my ears when a reporter approaches me asking questions and I walk away and stand behind my dad as Kyrah approaches him.
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