Chapter 213
As we are driving along the ocean road, I notice a vehicle that's been following us for a while now. The person doesn't want to overtake yet I am in no hurry. I signal the driver to drive past us but instead, the vehicle rams into mine from behind and before I know it, it's on my right side and the driver mercilessly knocks my truck once again. One glance at Kyrah and I notice she has closed her eyes and is now screaming.
Up ahead of us, there's an incoming large truck and if this stupid asshole doesn't stop this, we're all going to die. The truck in front of us has its headlights fully on and when I turn my eyes to the right to look at the driver of the vehicle, I am tongue-tied at that moment and my entire body turns to ice as the person, a man, knocks us off the railing. The last thing I hear is Kyrah screaming and a very loud bang. Then, darkness.
I jump up breathing loudly, my heart is thumping faster than usual and, I am covered in sweat. All I can see is darkness and then it hits me. I am in my room and I just had an intense nightmare. I brush a hand over my sweaty face and I lie back on the bed, sighing heavily. Then I turn on the little lamp on my nightstand. My beddings are all wet from the sweat and I feel uncomfortable lying there, so I leave the bed and switch on the main lights, take off those beddings, replace them with fresh ones and I hit the shower.
I stand there under the stinging cold water, flashing back on every single detail about that dream. I am in disbelief and confused at the same damn time. It's 3am in the morning and I doubt I'll be able to go back to sleep after such a terrifying nightmare. I don't know for how long I stay in the shower, but when I leave, my body feels numb. Kyrah needs to know about this.
Without wasting any minute, I get dressed and head downstairs to get myself a glass of water and I bump into my mom in the kitchen.
"What are you doing up?" I ask her.
"I couldn't sleep. I'm working on this case that's driving me nuts. What about you?" she asks while sipping a glass of water. I honestly thank God Roxy's dad helped her join his firm.
"I felt thirsty. But I'm not sleepy either, so I guess I'll probably watch TV or something. You should try and get some sleep, you still have work in the morning," I tell her as I pour myself a glass of water.
She stares at me for a moment and tilts her head to the side and eyes me keenly.
"Are you okay? Is anything bothering you? You know we can talk about it before I go back to bed. I know your father and I haven't been around much because of work, but just let me know if anything is bothering you," she says and I finish downing my glass of water.
Even after being away for such a long time, she still knows when something is bothering me. I choose to lie.
"There's nothing bothering me, mom. I'm just tired that's all."
"I know you're hiding something but I won't push you. Just wipe that scowl off your face, will you? I'm going back to bed," she says and plants a small kiss on my cheek.
I didn't even know I was scowling.
"Sleep well," I say and she walks back upstairs and I make myself comfortable on the couch. Instead of paying attention to whatever is happening on TV, I keep thinking about that dream.
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Kyrah's POV
It's been a long time since I visited the gallery, Roxy told me that she had everything under control and that I should spend more time with Scott.
I am seated with Snow right next to me on the couch as I scroll through my newsfeed when Scott's text pops up.
*Can I come over?*
I smile, despite myself.
*Sure* I reply.
In two minutes, the front door opens up and he walks in. I take a moment to stare at him from head to toe. He's really changed since he came back. The buzz cut he came back with is long gone and his hair is now grown and sometimes I always fight the urge to sink my fingers deep into it.
Today he looks abit different. He's wearing all black. A black t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. Just like he used to back then.
He clears his throat noisily and I realize that I've probably been staring too much.
"Come in," I say and I grab Snow and place him on the carpet as Scott walks over to the couch. Instead of sitting down, he stands there and stares down at me. There's something in his eyes. A kind of emotion that disappears as fast as it appeared.
"Is everything okay?" I ask as I stand up and he catches me by surprise when his arms fly around me and he hugs me so gently that my heart begins thumping harder than usual. I can feel my blood racing inside my veins.
"I missed your hugs," he says and I chuckle.
"Of course you do," I say. He's always been playful and I love that about him.
"I need you to take me somewhere," he says huskily while his eyes bore into mine.
"Where?" I ask and the next thing I know, we are in my car twenty minutes later after I dressed up and we leave.
About forty five minutes later, I am pulling up two houses away from the fucking Dawson house. I roll my window down and inhale the fresh air.
"Why are we here?" I ask Scott and he exhales deeply.
"There's just something about this place and I need to find out what it is. Please be patient with me, okay?" he asks and I totally understand him. He wants to remember everything and I promised I would help him even if I died in the process. He's sitting shotgun, quietly as he looks around and then his eyes get stuck on the Dawson house up ahead. Then a scowl forms on his face. I am about to speak when something startles me.
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