Chapter 197
The moment I open my eyelids, the rays of the sun sting my eyes and I groan. The sun is oddly too bright today and since I forgot to draw the curtains yesterday, all the glow is spewing inside and on to my bed.
I turn over in bed and my eyes land of the framed picture I placed on my nightstand two years ago. Scott's picture. I sigh heavily and smile when I look at his eyes. This picture has been my source of motivation in life. Whenever I look at it, it reminds me of how hopeful he was, how happy and determined he always was.
It was just the other day that Roxy and I cleaned up his house. Even though all their belongings are still there, nobody has ever turned up.
I sigh again and stare up at the ceiling and then I hear Roxy downstairs. I have been spending most of my days at her house but yesterday I decided to sleep here at home. Mom kept complaining that she misses me.
Quickly, I dash to the bathroom and take a shower and in a few minutes, I get ready and head downstairs where I find Roxy and my mom having a funny conversation about my childhood.
"Good morning, honey," mom chimes and I smile as I sit on the island. She's standing next to the counter.
"Morning. Hey, Roxy," I say and she wiggles her eyes while chewing down her cereal.
"Hey," she says after swallowing and wiping her mouth. "Plans for the day?" she asks and scoops a spoonful of cereal from the blue bowl full of milk and colorful cereal.
"Hmm... apparently I've got none. It's a public holiday and I'd rather just stay indoors. It's been a while since I did anything with mom," I say and I look at my mom who is grinning at me.
"Aw! That's so sweet. What will you have for breakfast? Coffee, eggs and toast? Or just plain cereal?" mom asks.
"Err... for a change, I guess I'll have the first option. I'm actually famished right now, I could eat a whole elephant," I say and she laughs and wears her green kitchen apron.
"Coming right up," mom replies as she switches on the coffee maker and begins cracking two eggs into a small pink bowl. Snow walks in from the living room and sits at the corner of the kitchen next to his bowl and I serve him some dog biscuits as I wait for my breakfast to be ready.
Once it's ready, I consume everything within a few minutes, like a feral animal and then the doorbell rings and my mom eyes me.
"Are you expecting anyone?" she asks I shrug and look at Roxy who also shrugs.
"Could be Vic, maybe," Roxy says and I shake my head.
"Both you and your brother never ring the doorbell. Let me go see who it is," I say as I hop from the stool and walk to the front door with Snow trailing quietly behind me.
When I open the door, there's a delivery guy standing outside and he's holding a small brown box.
"Delivery for Miss Kyrah Bailey. Is that you?" he asks with a smile on his face. He's in a red cap, a white polo t-shirt and brown khaki pants and his white truck is right outside.
"Yeah it's me," I say and he hands me a form to sign and I do so then he hands me the small box. It's from John Louis Pierre. Then it hits me. I had a few art supplies I needed but couldn't get around town since they were sold out. I bet they are the ones.
"Thank you," I tell the guy and I close the door and head back to the kitchen. Once I confirm what's inside, I go back to scrolling my news feed.
"My goodness! I sure do miss the good ole baking moments. Can we bake something today? All we've been doing is painting and drawing, planning for the upcoming event, moving from here to there. I need to do something different," Roxy whines and pouts at my mom who is reading today's newspaper.
"Me too. I do miss that alot. Mom, do you have enough ingredients?" I ask and she chuckles while folding the newspaper proudly.
"You know I always do," she smiles, "So what do you want us to bake today?" she asks and before any of us can respond, the doorbell rings again.
"Now who could that be?" mom asks rhetorically as she stands up but I stop her.
"I'll get the door. Continue enjoying your coffee," I say and for the second time, I walk to the front door as Snow follows behind me. He just never gets tired of following people around the house.
I stretch my hand and grab the cold metallic doorknob and pull the door open. My eyes land on a petite woman, who has curly, dark brown hair and her eyes are a piercing gunmetal blue. She's in a white dress and a brown cardigan, with black flats and the smile on her face is gorgeous. From my mental calculations, she's probably in her early fifties, if I am not wrong. Who could she be? I have never seen her before.
Maybe it's one of mom's friends from her bookclub.
"Hello?" she cheerfully greets.
"Hi. How may I help you?" I ask as I open the door further.
"I'm looking for the Bailey's house. I don't know if they moved or–"
"You're at the right house ma'am," I tell her and she releases a sigh of relief.
"Are you Kyrah?" she asks with her eyebrows raised and I furrow mine.
"Yes, I am," I reply her but she keeps quiet and stares to the left side of the porch and I take a step forward to see what she's looking at.
Right there stands a tall young man in black clothes, black boots and he's holding on to one crutch with his right hand. He has a neat buzz cut and he's facing the opposite direction and when he turns, my heart literally stops. My throat runs dry in milliseconds and my eyes widen up like never before.
The moment his eyes land on me, everything begins to get blurry and then suddenly it is pitch black. The last thing I hear is 'Someone help!' as my body falls backwards.
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Roxy's POV
As I am busy scrolling through the news feed on my phone, I suddenly hear a loud thud and an unfamiliar voice of a woman screaming 'Someone help!'.
Mrs. Bailey and I immediately rush out of the kitchen and head to the front door where we spot Kyrah on the floor and a woman I have never seen before, kneeling right next to her.
"Oh my! Kyrah. What happened to my daughter?" asks Mrs. Bailey as she kneels next to Kyrah.
"I am so sorry. I didn't know she would react this way when she saw my son," the woman says and my eyes land on a tall figure in dark clothes, standing right outside. His eyes much bluer than the ocean, a gunmetal blue like no other.
My jaw drops when I recognize who it is. I am finding it hard to breathe. My heart is now racing and I hold on to my chest.
"Scott?" my voice comes out like a whisper and then Mrs. Bailey looks up and she looks as shocked as I am.
What the fuck is happening? Am I dreaming?
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