Chapter 23
Kyrah's POV
After the encounter with Sabrina in the hospital, I knew life would never be the same. I didn't expect her to go that far.
It's been a week now since I left the hospital but I haven't attended any of my classes although I had Scott and Roxy inform the lecturers what happened. I am usually very cautious when it comes to my attendance.
When my parents got to know what happened at the hospital, they had me transfered to another hospital and stayed with me for two days straight. Maeve came over at the hospital and so did Jim and Tyler. They brought me flowers and a get well soon card.
Very thoughtful.
When I got discharged, Roxy and Scott drove from school everyday just to see me. I wasn't that bubbly as usual and I could tell Scott was still worried. Everyone, was worried.
He had this look in his eyes that showed that he was broken, or sad, I just couldn't tell.
Today I've decided to go to school since I feel better and I can't hide from Sabrina forever. Scott is picking me up in the next few minutes. I didn't have a class in the morning and so did he, so we'll be attending the afternoon class today.
At home, mom keeps an eye on me every single minute, I almost feel like a new born baby. Dad calls after every two hours to check up on me while he is at work.
"Kyrah, are you sure you want to go to school today? What makes you think you'll be safe?" mom questions as she pockets her hands.
"Yeah mom, I'll be fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Plus, I can't stay in here forever, I miss my friends and I have a lot to catch up with in class," I state, tidying up my bed and picking up my white flats and wearing them.
Mom nods and then sighs. After staring at me for a minute, she closes the door and leaves. I take that chance to look at myself in the large mirror on my wall.
I look fragile, like something has been taken away from me. Yeah, that's right, my sparkle has been taken away. I can't lie that this semester has been great, infact, it's been hell! My skin is abit pale than usual and my eyes look droopy yet I'm not sleepy at all.
My arm is bandaged, still, Sabrina really meant it when she said she was my worst nightmare.
At that moment her face flashes across my mind and I wince as I hold on to my injured arm.
I look terrible so I decide to sit down and put on some makeup just to make me look more lively. The hard part was trying to curl my hair because my arm hurts so bad when I lift it, so I ask mom to do it for me.
"You look beautiful honey," she says with a weak smile and I turn to look at her and cock my head to the side.
"I'm worried that's all. That girl you call Sabrina sounds like a psychopath. I wouldn't want anything happening to my one and only child. She should be expelled from the university for all I care," mom rolls her eyes and I laugh a little. I sound weak.
"That's my girl, keep smiling, and don't go anywhere near that crazy bitch."
"Mom!" I exclaim in shock, my mom never uses such words, she never even curses.
"What? You heard me, a bitch, that's what she is" mom says.
The thing is, I always find myself near that ruthless bitch. We share all the general classes, and even when I run out of class before everyone else, Cruella always finds me.
I struggle to laugh and decide to stop when my chest begins to hurt. Mom opens my closet and pulls out my warmest pink hoodie and hands it to me. It's sunny outside but with my chest problems and all, I'll have to keep warm, whether I like it or not.
"Oh look at you, pink hoodie and white jeans, you look so cute-"
The door bell rings.
"That's probably Scott," I say and grab my books and shove them into my backpack and as I start walking towards the door, mom stops me.
"Honey wait, I have something that belongs to Scott, he left it here the other day," she pulls out a black army bracelet from her jeans pocket and hands it to me.
"He... Uhm, well he left it by your side when you slept, I forgot to tell you about it," mom purses her lips.
"It's okay mom, thanks." I take the bracelet and hug my mom. On my way down the stairs I pull up the sleeves of my hoodie and wear the bracelet on my injured arm. I don't know why I choose that arm but I guess it's for good luck or getting well soon. I just don't know.
The door bell rings again and I finally get to open it.
Scott stares down at me for about five seconds and pulls me into a warm hug. With my head on his hard chest, I can hear the thump! thump! that his heart is making. He sighs when I hug him back, with one hand around him though, since the other one hurts like hell.
We stand there hugging for God-knows-how-long until I call out his name.
"Scott."
He pulls back and his gunmetal-blue eyes land on me and my heart jumps.
"How are you feeling? I missed you," he cups my cheeks with both his hands and the butterflies in my stomach respond wildly. Wilder than I have ever felt.
"I'm okay, Scott. Thanks for always being there for me."
He looks down at my arm and notices my sleeves are pulled up and he smiles at the bracelet on my arm.
"It fits perfectly," he coos.
"Can I keep it?" I bite my lower lip waiting for him to reply.
"I got it for you. It's yours," he says and I hug him again.
"Thank you."
We stand there in silence, hugging. I love his masculine scent and I get the urge to sneek my arm into his shirt and grab his abs.
*"He's your best friend, woman!"* my subconscious reminds me and I pull away.
My mom coughs from behind me and I look at her with a frown.
"How long have you been standing there?" I question.
"Long enough to notice Scott's haircut," she says and immediately I turn to Scott and move back to have a look at him. I guess I couldn't have noticed anything since his height overpowers mine that's why I had to move three steps back.
"Damn!" I mutter under my breath.
He looks hot!
"Hi Mrs. Bailey," Scott greets my mom with a humble smile.
"Hello Scott. Please, as always take care of my baby. She's like an egg you know," mom teases with a grin plastered on her face.
"Mom! Stop that!" I roll my eyes and Scott chuckles pulling me outside.
"Alright kids, see you later. Have a great afternoon." She waves at us and we wave back from Scott's car.
I notice he is in ripped, grey, skinny jeans today and a white t-shirt with black converse shoes.
He opens the door for me to ride shotgun and once I am in, he closes the door and walks around the car and enters and he drives off.
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