Chapter 33
She bats her eyelashes again and taps her chin as if trying to figure out who I am. She cocks her head towards Carla.
"Carla, you didn't tell me we had a new house help," she speaks and my jaw drops.
Say what now?!
Sabrina giggles and I clear my throat as Blake responds quickly.
"Mom, this is Kyrah and she's not a house help, she's–" Blake defends me but his mother cuts him off.
So, it's his mother. Quite a classy young woman.
"Oh, okay then. Darling, it's quite loud here and my migraine is killing me, and why did you have a party without inviting my sweetheart here?" she refers to Sabrina and both my eyebrows go up.
Her accent is very lovely to listen to and at some point I forget I was angry at Sabrina.
"Mom, please can we talk about this later?" Blake begs.
"Oh, Mrs Dawson, how I had missed you. Blake, I saw your mother at the mall and she invited me over for a drink. Isn't it lovely?" Sabrina chuckles, curling her tendrils of hair on her forefinger. Carla rolls her eyes and turns to leave. I guess I'm not the only one who dislikes Cruella.
"Carla, darlin' please hand me a cigarette from my purse," Mrs Dawson says walking to a couch where she dumps herself and Carla nods.
I stand there as if no one is aware of my presence and I decide to say hi to the woman.
"Hello, Mrs Dawson, it's such an honor to meet you, I'm Kyrah Bailey."
She aimlessly waves her arm in the air while staring at her phone.
"Alright," she says without looking up and when Carla returns with the cigarette and a lighter, the woman doesn't hesitate one bit and in seconds she's puffing and passing out smoke and she smiles with satisfaction. The smoke doesn't do me any good and I can't help but cough loudly.
"A little smoke is affecting you?" She looks up at me.
"Mom, please just-" Blake stands in the way and she waves for him to move out of her way. With her cigarette in one hand she moves closer to me and takes a puff and releases the smoke right in front of my face and I cough terribly. She looks at my outfit and cringes.
"You can go back to the party outside young lady," she says pointing at my whole being with her cigarette in between her two fingers.
She turns to Blake who is now shaking his head with his palm on his face.
"Come on Sabrina, I have new designer shoes I want you to see, I got them from Milan and I can't seem to decide which to wear first," she says, holding Sabrina's hand as they walk around the corner. "Blake, dear, make sure no other scantily dressed people get inside. That one has creeped me out," she says, referring to me.
My mouth falls open and Blake looks ashamed. Once they're gone, Carla apologizes and so does Blake. From afar his mother yells.
"Blake, come join us, I have some news from your father!"
God! That accent is to die for, even though my first time meeting her hasn't gone so well.
"I'm so sorry babe, but I–" Blake begins and I hold one hand up to stop him from saying anything else. My temper won't allow me to say much or even stay here a minute longer.
"Just go," I whisper and he walks away with a sad expression on his face.
"Can I tell the driver to take you home?" Carla asks and I decline.
"Thanks, but I guess I'll just walk," I say and head towards the large glass doors and leave quietly.
As I walk I can't explain how I feel and what just happened back there. All I know is that I hate Sabrina even more and my heart is fucking aching right now. I want to strangle her!
"Fuck!" I yell as I angrily stomp on a red cup that's on the stairs. Thankfully everyone else is at the backyard enjoying themselves, so no one sees me leaving.
I hug myself tightly as I walk into the well lit street and curse each time I recall being mistaken for a house help by Blake's mother.
"Urgh!"
The walk back home takes forever.
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Scott's POV
It gets quite boring in both of my houses, the one close to campus and here, where I live with my never-around father. I decided to come here a few hours ago since my apartment had issues with electricity and I couldn't wait till morning for it to get fixed.
The moment I step outside for some air at the porch, I spot Kyrah walking weakly towards her house. According to my watch, it's minutes past midnight. Where has she been?
"Kyrah," I call out softly and she turns to look at me and she bites her lip. She looks scared and angry at the same time. In three large strides I get to her and she wraps her arms around me. It takes me by surprise and seconds later, I hug her back when she starts sobbing.
"Are you okay? Who hurt you, Kyrah? Where were you?" I ask stroking her hair gently. She lifts her head and her teary eyes make my heart drop.
"I don't wanna talk about it." She sniffles and lays her head back on my chest.
"Your parents are asleep by now and I am sure they'd wonder why you're not at your hostel at this time of the night," I say and she blinks away some tears.
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. It's just that campus is a bit far away, so I thought... Urgh! I'm so stupid," she mutters and sobs.
"No you're not, Kyrah," I try to soothe her.
She looks back up at me and I purse my lips.
"Can I stay over? Just don't tell my mom about this," she says and I nod, hugging her even closer.
"I won't and you're welcome at my house any time. I've got you, always remember that. Now wipe those tears and lemme grab you some water, you don't look so good," I tell her and she sighs as she wipes her tears with the back of her hand.
Honestly she looks a little intoxicated so I carry her inside and lay her on the couch.
After she takes two glasses of water, she passes out on the couch and I watch her sleep like an angel. Peacefully. I tuck her hair behind one ear and I do what I never thought I'd do.
Slowly I press my lips on hers hoping she won't wake up and I swear she sighs in her sleep. Her lips taste of liquor but they're very soft and I love it.
I don't know what to call that kiss, a friendly one or something else. Only God knows what that meant.
Gently I pick her up and head to my room and tuck her in my bed.
"Good night Kyrah," I say and I sit on the bed watching over her like a guardian angel.
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