Chapter 45
Kyrah's POV
The moment Blake and I arrive at the prison, I spot Roxy and next to her is Vic, Scott, my mom and a person I assume is Scott's dad. I run as fast as I can to her, trying to focus on my steps, careful not to fall because of my wedges.
I call out her name a couple of times but all she's doing is blankly looking at me. From the looks of things, all her energy has been depleted.
"Roxy, I am so sorry I-" I begin but her reaction makes me stop talking.
She stands up from her seat and begins to walk away as if I wasn't even talking to her. Like a zombie, she's walking away, without a word. She doesn't even dare to look back and heads for the large double door, giving Blake a look of disgust.
I turn to face my mom and she's busy scowling at Blake, I turn to Scott and he has his eyes focused on Blake too. Vic is wiping his tears with the hem of his shirt and then Scott's dad's face looks more familiar now. I've seen him on TV during press conferences and anytime the president has stuff to announce, also in the pictures in their house.
I turn to Roxy as she's about to push the doors open.
"Roxy, please. I am very, very sorry. I know that I haven't been that good to you and I am sorry I couldn't get here early, please, don't just walk away," I yell and she stops, then turns and walks slowly towards me. One step at a time, as if calculated.
"I have been calling you from time to time, everyone's been calling you, but you never picked up. I asked your mother when you'd be home, she told me you had projects holding you down... Hah! Kyrah, we both know what, or rather, who was holding you down," she pauses and looks at Blake who has his hands in his pockets. My mum releases a loud gasp as her hand flies to cover her mouth.
"The moment I needed you the most, you were out there with this... this boyfriend of yours having the time of your life, yet here I am-" she gestures up and down at Blake as she speaks.
"Please, just let me explain, I-"
"I am not done talking, Kyrah!" she snaps and sniffles and takes in a slow deep breath. Her hands are trembling and her voice is barely clear. I won't interrupt her again because I am the guilty one here.
"Here I am, a dropout! Not by choice though. Your little boyfriend's father made my brother jobless and our precious mother, is dead!" At that statement, Vic stands up anger taking control of him and he pushes Blake to the floor mercilessly, when he's about to stomp on him, I try to stop him and some guards join the scene. Blake storms out of the building without a single word. Oh boy. What I have gotten myself into this time. Everyone is now pissed at me. Alicia Trent is dead and gone and I wasn't even there for Roxy and Vic, what kind of a person have I become?
"You know what, Kyrah, I have always been there for you, since childhood but when it was my turn, you thought of yourself. I don't trust you anymore," she sobs loudly, her lips shaking uncontrollably.
"I'm done here," she turns to Scott "Please, let's go."
"I'll remain behind and make sure everything is taken care of, for your mother," Mr Stone tells Roxy, who nods gratefully.
"Thank you, sir. Let us know how it goes so that we can plan a burial," Vic tells Mr. Stone.
I reach out to Roxy but she pulls her arm away. A tear falls down my cheek.
What have I done?
"Mom, I wasn't lying to you about my-" I try to explain to my mother as soon as Vic, Roxy and Scott walk out, but she doesn't let me finish.
"Save it! I do not want to see you with that prick, Kyrah. Do you hear me? I told you but you never listen to anything I say. That boy, is going to do worse to you than you'll ever imagine. If you were much younger I'd have slapped the crap out of your ignorant face!" And with those words, she storms out with her heels clanking on the floor noisily.
I blink away my tears and walk out quickly, the guards are left puzzled at what just happened.
***
Blake had been waiting for me outside the prison gates and dropped me off at my hostel a few minutes ago. There was a sharp silence during our little trip back to my hostel.
I slam the damn door shut behind me as I slide down against it, crying like a child. How did things escalate to this so fast? Roxy doesn't want anything to do with me, mom doesn't want to see me with Blake and obviously, Scott is on Roxy's side now. Maeve is still mad at me and I bet Blake is too since he never said anything during the whole ride back to campus.
"How could I be so selfish?" I ask myself.
In seconds I'm up on my feet and I grab a wine glass that's placed on my dresser and I slam it on the wall. Rage takes over my entire body and I push everything on the dresser down to the floor mercilessly. At the realization that I am making a big mess, I start to panic.
I can't breathe!
Where's my inhaler? Where the fuck is it?
"Fuck" I utter, wheezing and trying to catch my breath as I hold on to my chest.
That's when I remember I left it in Blake's dash board, in his car. Why did I even put it there? I don't know.
Slowly my vision starts to become blurry. I have to find help. When I grab my clutch to get my phone, I find it's already dead. I crawl to the door, my body is getting weaker and I need oxygen so bad. When I open the door I lie there, struggling to breathe then I spot a blurry figure walking in the opposite direction as I gasp for air. I tap the door with the strength I have left and I notice the person is rushing towards me.
"Hey, are you okay?" A familiar voice speaks and I struggle to see her but my vision is still blurry. She picks me up and drags me to my bed.
"I'll be right back." Then she leaves very swiftly. Before I know it, she's back and she places an inhaler in my mouth. I take four deep breaths and my wheezing stops. My vision is restored and I notice it's Wren who just saved me.
"Wren Hudson?" I whisper.
"Just call me Wren, feeling better now?" she asks.
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks, for helping me," I say.
"I got the inhaler at the nurse's office. I'm so sorry. Don't you have an inhaler around?" she pops an eyebrow up her forehead.
"I left it in Blake's car." And then the events of the last few hours flash across my mind. From having sex with my lover to being abandoned by my friends. Without knowing it, I'm crying in front of Wren.
"What's wrong?" Wren questions, cocking her head to one side.
I close my eyes tightly and let out a heavy sigh.
"Oh, sorry, I know we don't know each other that much but if you want to talk, I'm here. I am a good listener," she smiles at me and her face seems to glow like an angel's.
After a couple of minutes of explaining what happened she sympathizes with me.
"You should probably look for Roxy and have a talk. She sounds like a nice person," she suggests.
"She's a whole lot of characters combined and I love her that way. She can be a pain in the ass sometimes but she has never, ever abandoned me. I guess I'm the bad friend here because I wasn't there when she needed me the most," I release a sob.
"Hey, this is not a pitty party, get out there and look for her. For now though, let her grieve in peace, I am sure she needs some space," she says and I agree.
"Ofcourse."
Well, my instincts didn't lie. It's been a terrible day. An entire fucking tornado!
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