Chapter 49
The loud music is probably the reason why they haven't noticed me yet until I yell.
"Music stop!"
And the girls' giggles fill the air and when they turn to me, they smile. Blake's face looks like he's seen a ghost. He pushes the girls aside and drunkenly tries to step out of the jacuzzi, sliding a few times. His black shorts are dripping water on the marble floor.
"Care to join us?" one of the girls with ash brown hair giggles and slides her tongue ring between her white teeth making the most horrendous rattling, that's worse than nails on a chalkboard. I scowl at her, crossing my arms around my torso. I huge lump is forming on my throat already, making it hard to swallow my saliva.
When Blake gets to me, his feet wobbling like jelly, he speaks.
"Baby-" I cut him off. My palm held in front of his face.
"Don't you 'baby' me!" I hiss. Anger taking over my entire body. "What is the meaning of this? Who are these girls? Why are they here all over you like sluts? I can see why you sent me jumbled up texts, you're drunk! This is pathetic. You're pathetic!" I snap at him.
"Please stop yelling, Kyrah, I don't know what I was doing. After our argument I-" he tries to defend himself but I won't have any of that!
"You call that an argument? Well what is this..." I gesture between us, "...we're doing right now, huh? What is it?" my voice betrays me. Tears are stinging the back of my eye balls.
He finger-combs his wet hair and stares back at the girls.
"Get out," he calmly orders. When they hesitate he yells, "I said, get out! Fuck!" they run out of the jacuzzi and out through the door that leads to the stairs.
"Are you cheating on me? Explain yourself!" I pace from left to right, pressing my fingers on my temples.
"Kyrah, I'm really sorry. I got drunk and I don't do well when I argue with anyone. But, it's your friend's fault we had that argument anyway." He throws a hand aimlessly in the air and I stare at him like he's gone bonkers.
"Are you kidding me? I'm not even sure of what you've been doing with those sluts. Who knows what you three were up to!"
A pause... Then I laugh hysterically, not knowing where the urge to laugh came from.
He looks at me as if I'm insane.
"We had an argument because of my best friend and you go around and have girls, two actually, in your private suite twerking their butts off on you and you dare blame Roxy? Those girls had their fucking butts all up in your crotch and face. Christ!" I sigh and shake my head in disappointment. "Yes, the argument started because I knew Roxy would have ran away if she saw me with you, but, did you know that me hanging out with you all the time made my friends and even my own mother hate me? Did you know?" my voice is shaky.
He grabs my hand and I jerk out of his grip, scowling at him.
"Of course you didn't fucking know!" I hiss and storm out of the room and down the stairs quickly. At the bottom of the staircase, Carla is passing holding on to a notebook and I ignore her.
"Kyrah, is everything okay?" she asks and her question is answered when Blake storms down the stairs struggling to put on his dry trousers. He falls on the staircase and staggers to get to me.
"Kyrah, stop. Please," he begs and I stop. Tears are already falling down my face and my head is spinning. I turn, anguish clear in my voice.
"What!?" I snap.
He stops and rubs his eyes, trying to find an explanation and seconds pass without him saying anything.
"That's what I thought." I sob and walk out of the house, banging the door with all my might and I drive off, sobbing like a little girl. Slapping the hell out of the steering wheel, I feel and want to yank it out of its position.
"Urgghh! Why?" I sob. My vision is blurry due to the tears in my eyes and I almost run into a bus at a junction, I hit the breaks fast!
Concentrate! I tell myself.
Maybe my mom was right after all.
The image of Blake and the two sluts in the jacuzzi replays in my head.
"Care to join us? ... Join us?... Join us?"
That girl's voice replays in my head and I pull over at the side of the road and cry my heart out.
Minutes later, my phone rings and when I check it, Blake's name is on the screen and I answer it.
"Leave me alone," I choke and I hang up immediately. When he calls again, I switch off the phone and shove it in the dashboard.
My fingers are trembling on the wheel and I stare blankly ahead. My mother's words begin to haunt me.
'That boy looks like a lot of trouble... A lot of trouble... Trouble...'
I bang my fist against the steering wheel as I sob. She knew it, she saw it coming.
My heart feels like it's shrinking and my breathing is heavy. I can't drive any further. I can barely concentrate on the road, all I see is those two girls and Blake. I grab my phone and switch it on and dial Scott's number.
"Hey," he answers on the second ring and I sob into the earpiece. Seems like he wasn't asleep yet. It's quite late right now.
"Kyrah, is everything okay?" he inquires and I inform him of where I am in between sobs.
"I'll catch an uber, and I'll drive you back. It's not far, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Keep the doors and windows closed." And he hungs up.
It's half past 11pm and he arrives twenty minutes later.
My eyes are closed, my hands on my torso and my head full of disturbing thoughts when I hear a tap on my window. I open my eyes to see Scott. A sob escapes me and I open the door, throwing myself into his arms.
"It's alright. I'm here now," he coos as he hugs me.
He smells of coffee and spice and this comforts me.
"Tell me what happened. Where were you?" he demands and I nod with my face against his chest. His arms are around me protectively and we stand in the dark street holding each other for a while.
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