Chapter 177
"Seems like Stone won't wipe that smile off his face any time soon," I tease and wait for him to speak and he chortles.
"Because Bailey is the reason behind it, so Stone will smile for only God-knows-how-long," he says and squeezes my hand. "Are you warm enough?" he asks, his voice full of concern.
"Mhmm, what about you?" I ask.
"Don't worry about me, I feel hotter than a volcano with its lava boiling." He grins at me.
If only he wasn't driving, I'd be up on his lap kissing him like crazy.
But like he said, I should definitely take things slow. I don't want to rush things like I did with Blake. Plus, I really need to know what exactly it is that I feel. Mom always tells me to think carefully before getting into a relationship with anyone, but in Blake's case, I didn't think at all, I dived in, head first and the consequences came later. If it wasn't for Scott, I'd probably be dead right now, leaving my parents childless.
Dad always says that good things take time, you don't just wake up one morning and boom! You find your true love outside your house with a gigantic bouquet of red roses and then get married the same day, nine months later, you have triplets with him. No. Life doesn't work like that. It isn't a fairy tale and we're definitely not in Wonderland or Neverland or La-la land or any other fuckingland there is.
Don't rush it. If it's meant to be, then so shall it be.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Scott's husky voice brings me back from la-la land. One thing I know, is that his voice has always fascinated me, ever since we met and he spoke to me.
"It's nothing," I chuckle, "so uhm... all this time, did I..." my words trail off.
"Give me blue balls? Countless number of times, even right now," he says while gripping the wheel harder and gritting his teeth. I blush and look outside the window as we drive along the long ocean road. It's abit darker now.
"Sorry about that," I say as I pout and lift his hand and kiss it.
"Quick question. I've heard you sing a couple of times, and I gotta say, you have an extremely angelic voice, have you ever thought of taking a step forward and, you know, maybe try karaoke nights or something like that? Maybe write songs and record them?" he licks his lips.
I cross my arms in front of my chest before I reply him.
"Thanks but err... not really, it's never crossed my mind," I say.
"Don't you want to be a celebrity one day? I would be your number one fan, you know," he grins.
"Who wouldn't want to be a celebrity? But then again, it's like everyone these day wants to be a musician, I don't think the music industry is a place for me though," I sigh, "But maybe I'll give karaoke nights a try," I say while smiling.
Silence.
"Have you ever thought of joining the army?" I ask.
"Me? Hell no! Why in the world would I want to join the army?" he chortles.
"Your family background... you know, even your own best friend is in the army," I say.
"Life in the army is tough, and I doubt I would survive out there without seeing you. I have no idea how Kye does it. But if you ever hear me say that I want to join the army, please, I beg you, do not let me do that shit, tie me up in the basement if you have to," he chuckles and I nod.
"Tying you up would be the most difficult thing I'd ever have to do," I laugh lightly, "But I would never break my promise, I'll never let you join the army."
At that moment, my phone beeps, a 'battery low' notification pops up on the screen and in seconds, the phone dies.
"Oh, shoot! My phone just died," I say as I put it back in my purse.
"Did you want to call anyone? Because mine is dead too," he shrugs.
"Nope," I say as we follow the road back home, taking multiple corners on the ocean road, passing a few cars here and there.
When I remain quiet, Scott squeezes my hand and I feel that feeling all over again. It feels like sparks all over my body. It makes me want to jump up and down, makes me want to kiss him again. With my eyes on the road, I notice there's a car behind us and its headlights are burning through into the truck.
"What the hell is wrong with some people?" Scott asks as he tries to look via the rear view mirror but the light is blinding him, I try to use my side mirror but I can't see anything.
"Try slowing down, maybe they'll take the chance and overtake us," I suggest as I squint my eyes.
Scott obliges and slows the truck down but the dumb fucker behind us, isn't getting the memo. I face palm myself out of annoyance.
"What the heck is wrong with whoever is driving that car?" Scott asks as he rolls his window down and waves his arm outside, trying to signal the driver behind us to drive ahead, but nothing.
"Maybe they're a new driver?" my words come out more of a question than a statement. Scott grits his teeth and huffs.
"I would say we should ignore the person, but their headlights are making it impossible. It's supper annoying," Scott groans.
"Hey, just keep driving," I say and adjust myself in the seat as I sit straight.
Scott decides to drive faster and so does the driver behind us, when we slow down, so does the car behind us.
"Are you kidding me right now? This is not some stupid game we're playing!" I exclaim, feeling pissed off.
"I think we're being followed," Scott says and steps on the gas pedal as the truck speeds off, making me hold on to my seat.
As we take the sharp corners of the road, I hold my breath every time, my eyes dart out of the window as I look down at the ocean, far below. I swallow hard and say a silent prayer.
The vehicle behind us is now too close to the truck's tailgate and in no second, the driver rams his vehicle at the back of the truck, sending us a few feet ahead.
My head is pounding, my heart is racing. My palms are sweaty and I can't seem to breathe.
When the driver slams against the truck again, I scream. He does it a second time, the sound of metal against metal paralyzes me.
"Scott!"
"I've got you," he says, his voice panicky, and then suddenly the vehicle is on the right side, right next to ours. Scott swerves to the right, knocking the other vehicle as he tries to control the truck. The other driver does the same making the truck swerve too close to the guard rail on the left side.
"Oh my God!" I yell and pull at my hair, my entire body is trembling.
When I look straight ahead, there's an oncoming vehicle, it's headlights are blinking vastly, signaling the driver hitting our truck to move out of the way. But when we get too close, my heart stops and I close my eyes and scream my lungs out. The only thing I hear, is the deafening screeching of the wheels and a loud bang on the truck and when I open my eyes, we've veered off the road, knocked the railing and we're flying downwards, the truck doing one sideways flip.
"Scott!" I yell, as I roll over, realizing that I didn't put my seat belt on.
"Kyrah!" Scott yells, I don't know how he does it, but he pulls me out of my seat as we fall so many feet downwards, knocking the rocky sides of the cliff. The headlights of the truck illuminating the waters down below. At this moment, everything seems to be in slow motion as my life flashes before my eyes.
I close my eyes tightly and hug him as I scream again and the last thing I hear, is the heavy boom, from the impact, as the truck hits something below, the crushing of glass, my head colliding with something and then, everything goes pitch black. Everything stops!
Silence.
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