Chapter 53
Blake's POV
I'm holding on to a glass of vodka when Carla walks into the room. Her hands in front of her as always. She looks confident as ever, with that never-fading smile on her face. I keep my focus on my drink and avoid eye contact. I can feel her sharp glare so I speak.
"What?" I ask calmly.
"Something is wrong, isn't it?" she questions and my jaw tightens as I close my eyes and grip the glass with all my strength.
I've been in this room since I woke up and it's almost five in the evening. I didn't attend class today, I bet Kyrah did. I poured myself some vodka hours ago but I couldn't find the guts to drink it. I've just been staring at it the whole time. Thoughts of Kyrah have been coming in and out of my mind and I didn't even realize how one can lose track of time when they're deep in thought.
I manage to face Carla who is standing right in front of me. I don't know how, but she always knows when something is wrong with me. Since I was a child, she's always been there... For me. Unlike my parents.
"Have a seat." I point at the brown leather couch to my left and she obliges. "Carla, I don't know how to explain it. I messed up big time. Kyrah is mad at me,"
"I'm really sorry, and I know something happened that night. You can always tell me, just like the old times." She smiles and I can't help but smile back at her, although mine comes out pathetic.
"She found me with two girls..."
"Start from the top, before she came. How it all started," she insists and I don't hesitate. She's the only one I feel free to talk to, not even my mother would listen to me the way Carla does. We've had different employees come and go since I was young, but Carla has always been here, she's always obedient and fun to be around.
"It was Sabrina. She just randomly told everyone there was a party here and guys flooded in, what could I do? They know me as the party monster, I couldn't let them down, plus I needed to cool off from an argument I'd had with Kyrah earlier. In the middle of a beer pong game, truth or dare came out of nowhere and... and Sabrina dared me to do what I did–" I can feel the anger boiling at the pit of my stomach so I put the glass down on a table before I break it.
Thud! It makes a noise against the table.
"What exactly happened in there?" she looks curious and worried.
"I got completely drunk with two half naked girls in the jacuzzi, I started drunk texting Kyrah... Fuck!" I slam my fist on the arm chair. "She saw me. You should've seen the look on her face when she saw me. I don't want to lose her. But things are very complicated–"
"Because of Sabrina, I know. You haven't told Kyrah why she's always following you around?" Carla speaks out my worst fear.
"No. I don't want her to find out and I know Sabrina wouldn't tell her. I miss Kyrah, you know." I tap on my lap staring at Carla, waiting for her reply "What should I do, Carla?"
"I'd tell her the truth as soon as possible, but, it's your choice to make. Make sure you apologize first. She's a nice girl," she states and I nod.
"It pissed me off the night when mom mistook her for a–" she cuts me off.
"New housemaid. I remember and I'm sorry that your mother is always on Sabrina's side. The past should remain where it belongs. Now, your father will be home in a few days from London with your mother."
I sigh.
"They're always flying in and out of the country. They never even bother to know if I probably had stroke or bilharzia while they were gone. I mean, they just care about themselves. Bullshit! I'm glad I have you around to talk to, otherwise I'd never speak at all in this house."
"Bilharzia, really, Blake?" Carla chuckles.
We both laugh.
"It's good that your tension is fading. Let me go get you some brownies, I know you missed lunch," she says and I grin at her.
"Thanks, Carla," I respond and she stands up and leaves. I feel a little better now.
A few hours later as darkness takes over the sky, a thought hits me and in an instant I am up on my feet and headed outside and into my car. On my way I buy a bouquet of red roses.
I drive moderately to Kyrah's house. I'm nervous as hell because I know very well that crazy mother of hers won't let me in, and if she sees me anywhere on her compound, I'm damn sure she won't hesitate to call the fucking cops.
When I pull over outside her house, I can see the lights in her room are on. I grab onto the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turn white. My eyes search around her compound and I spot the ladder lying on the well mowed lawn. If I made it to her room last time, this time it's going to be easier. In seconds I am out of the car and I'm grabbing the ladder and placing it in position, a sigh comes out of me unwillingly before I climb up the ladder.
"I gotta get my girl back," I whisper to myself and up I go.
At the top of the roof, I move quietly, holding the flowers carefully. I am wearing a nervous smile because I don't know how she's going to react when she sees me.
As I move closer to her window, I spot two figures in the room. My heart starts thumping. The curtains have a tiny space in between them so I can't quite see clearly but then the voices hit my ears loud and clear.
"Fuck!" I curse under my breath.
He's in her room! That bloody bastard!
I can hear her laughing at his jokes and that causes bile to rise to my throat. The veins on my arms are protruding and my jaw tightens. I came here to apologize and this is what she's doing? What the bloody fuck!?
I can't take it anymore so I angrily go down the ladder and slam the stupid roses on the lawn and bang my car's door then I drive off, wheels screeching on the road.
"Fuck!" I slam my fist on the wheel.
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