Chapter 207
Kyrah's POV
I am upstairs in my bedroom, busy curling my hair while humming to a random song in my head when there's a knock on my door.
"Yeah?" I respond and dad's voice is heard from behind the door.
"Can I come in?" he asks and I finish up with my hair and open the door for him.
"Morning, dad. Couldn't leave for work without saying goodbye to your daughter?" I tease as I pull him into a hug.
"Yes, that, plus another thing. Scott is downstairs waiting for you," dad says while pulling away from the hug.
Wow, Scott really is an early riser. I'm surprised he's here this early.
"Oh okay. Is mom awake?" I ask him while shoving my hands into the back pockets of my trousers.
"Yes. I'll be driving her to the bank. From there she has some couple of errands to run. She'll probably be out the whole day. We're leaving right now, so I wanted to let you know Scott is downstairs," dad says and turns around to leave.
"Alright. Have a good day, dad," I say and he nods back as a response. When the front door slams shut and I hear dad pulling out of the driveway, I call out to Scott to come upstairs to my room. He finds me seated on my bed waiting for him. He actually hasn't been in my room since he came back.
"Hey. Morning, beautiful," he coos and my cheeks immediately flush red and I purse my lips and bat my eyelids.
"Morning, Stone. You're up quite early. I mean... you're always up early, that's a trait of yours that still hasn't faded over the years," I say and pat the empty side of my bed for him to sit on and he obliges.
"Yeah. If your dad was in the military, sleep would be a very foreign thing to you," he says and chuckles a little. "My dad always says sleeping too much will make so many opportunities pass you by as you are asleep,"
I chuckle while shuffling my feet.
"Tell that to Roxy. Sleeping is like her companion. She can sleep anywhere at anytime, anyhow. Sometimes when she's tired and we're talking, she passes out on the couch and I realize that I have been talking to myself for almost five minutes," I joke and Scott laughs as he eyes my room.
For an unknown reason to me, I chose to wake up early today. I don't have any plans for the day but I decided to wake up early and start my day. Thank God he found everything all tidied up. I made my bed and put everything into its rightfull place. Sometimes I tend to get a little messy, especially when I don't know what to wear. That's when I throw clothes around from my closet trying to find something suitable for the day.
"I like your room. It's pretty," he says.
"Thank you. So tell me, what brings you here so early today?" I ask and he smiles.
"I just wanted to see you and talk to you. I had another nightmare last night," Scott says and I frown.
"Have you had any breakfast yet?" I ask and he shakes his head. I grab his hand in mine and I ascend from the bed, he does the same.
"Come on, we'll have breakfast as you tell me all about it. What would you like? Pancakes? Some toast and eggs maybe?" I ask as we carefully walk out of my room and down the stairs.
"Toast and eggs would be fine," he responds with a really handsome smile on his face. I love seeing that smile on his face.
"Alright," I say and once we are in the kitchen. I ask him what drink he'll have his toast with.
"Coffee? Juice?" I ask.
"Uhm... I'm feeling a little tense right now, so I doubt coffee would solve anything for me," he says and I cock my head to the side and lean on the kitchen island.
"I know the perfect thing that'll make you feel better. One large mug of hot chocolate coming right up. Hot chocolate works the magic. Ever since I met Roxy, she'd suggest we have hot chocolate any time we felt off or sad," I inform him and I begin making his eggs then mine.
We have our breakfast in silence and once we're done, he thanks me for the sumptuous breakfast.
"Okay. Spill it. I want to know what you dreamed about last night," I say as I turn on the stool I am seating on, to face him.
His jaw is tight.
"I dreamed about... what was her name again? That woman at the gallery–" he frowns while trying to think.
I politely cut him off.
"Sabrina? Or rather, Bethany," I speak quickly.
"Yeah, her. You and I were walking along some weird street and it was getting darker every minute that passed by. You said you knew where we were headed but the more we walked further, we lost our way and all street lights went off and I couldn't see a thing. Then she popped out of nowhere and I guess she pushed me and I fell. She then grabbed you and held a gun to your head. Of course I begged her not to hurt you, but instead, she shot herself in the forehead, at this point all the street lights were back on. I looked down closer to her as blood flowed out of her forehead and to my surprise, she wasn't dead. She reached out and grabbed my throat and began choking the life out of me. That's when I woke up," Scott finishes with a sigh.
On my end, my eyes are bulging and I am blinking slowly as I stare back at Scott. Trying to digest whatever he just told me.
"Such an odd dream that was," I say, "But there's alot you need to know about Sabrina aka Cruella. That's what we used to call her. She's had a rough past and we both got into fights nearly every time back in campus,"
"Why did you fight?" he asks curiously as his eyes examine mine.
"Uhm... I'll tell you the reason when the time is right. For now, let's just focus on Sabrina," I say and continue to pour out all the details I can about her, avoiding to mention Blake. I haven't talked about him in years and I also haven't seen him in years.
Scott listens keenly and his facial expressions as I mention each tragedy that occured, makes my hate for Sabrina re-surface and for a moment I can feel blood boiling in my veins.
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