Chapter 62
"Kyrah please, wait. Just talk to me," Blake begs, trying to catch up with me, but I won't allow it. I start running. Fast! I can hear his fast steps behind me. Then he manages to get past me and I stop immediately, turning to where I came from, ready to run away but he pulls me into his hard chest and his arms secure me tightly.
"Leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you." I struggle in his arms, I am pushing him so hard but he won't move. He refuses to let me go. "Do you know that I can scream for help and you'd get in a lot of trouble? Let me go, now!" He loosens his grip on me but doesn't completely release me.
"I just need to talk. Please," he begs again. I can feel his warm breath on my face. His touch feels unfamiliar now.
"You've got five minutes," I say through gritted teeth and he lets me go. He stays quiet for a while, looking at me.
"Four minutes! Time's ticking," I speak while tapping one foot on the ground impatiently.
"Okay, okay. I'll talk." He takes my hand in his and I pull it away very fast.
"Don't you touch me. Start talking." I cross my hands around my torso, my body swaying from left to right.
"That night... I was getting ready for our dinner, but... my parents came... And Sabrina and her family too. My dad couldn't allow me to go out. I tried my best but we almost got into a fight. I know it sounds stupid because I'm a grown ass man but, my parents and the Johnsons are very close and my dad doesn't like it when anyone disappoints them. I've done that a couple of times and my dad hates it. Please believe me," he concludes.
"Do you have any fucking idea how embarrassing it was in front my best friends?" I yell and some people pause and stare at us.
"I know it must have felt extremely awful and I am really sorry." He furrows his brows and I role my eyes.
Behind him, Carla stands with her hands folded on her chest. She nods and the pain in my heart loosens. I don't know why, but I do trust Carla. I turn back to face Blake.
"Why didn't you pick my calls or reply to my texts?" I question without hesitation, my eyes never leaving his.
"I-" Carla cuts him off.
"His mother threw his phone on the floor just when he was about to call you, and when you kept calling, the phone was right next to Mr. Dawson. Blake couldn't do anything at all." She frowns and looks away.
Why is Carla defending Blake this much? I mean who in the world brings their househelp to resolve his relationship problems at the park? Who does that?
Blake swallows hard, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I know, I've made mistakes. But please, just give me another chance. I'll be good. I'll do anything for you. Anything! Please, just come back to me. I can't live like this, without talking to you. I'm sorry," he apologizes then moves a step closer and takes my hand again, this time, I don't resist. His fingers are caressing my hands and something in my tummy overturns. Honestly, I do understand his situation in a way. My own parents can be extremely strict sometimes too.
I sigh before talking.
"Okay. Apology accepted."
"Thank you," he whispers as a grin forms on his face. He then kisses my forehead and hugs me closely.
"But... all these secrets have to stop. No more Sabrina. She's messing me up and please, for my safety, don't tell anyone of my whereabouts or where we might be going together okay?" I tell him and he nods.
"Deal." He smiles.
That damn smile.
"And you'll have to stay away for a while. I need to think about all of this. The finals are in a few days. I need my full concentration and time to study. I haven't even started studying for anything yet and I don't know what might happen when I'm with you during that time, so I won't risk it," I explain and he nods then cups my cheeks.
"Alright. Anything for you." He smiles again.
"Stop that," I warn him.
"Stop what?" he cocks his head to one side.
"Smiling like that. I'm not smiling back at you." I turn around trying to avoid him.
"What's up with your hair? You ran into a squirrel?" he teases and roll my eyes at him.
I find myself laughing and Carla laughs too.
"Stop teasing," I whine.
"Okay. You're beautiful as always," his words make my cheeks flush red. "Come on. Let me take you somewhere. Maybe grab some ice cream?"
I shrug.
"Okay," I say, smiling at him
Kyrah, you are out of your mind. My subconscious tells me and I brush the thought away.
***
Roxy's POV
I pour myself some juice in a glass and I join Vic in the living room. Kyrah has left and Scott went back to his house.
"Hey, what are you watching?" I ask, taking a seat.
"A documentary. Did you guys solve your issues?" he looks at me.
"Issues?" I laugh. "Well, not exactly, things might have gotten worse, but we'll figure it out. One way or another," I inform him.
"Cool." He leans back on the couch.
He looks much sane compared to the first day he came here. I'd do anything for him and I am sure he would too, for me. He's the only one I've got since Olivia backed out on us.
"Wait," I say as I ponder for a few seconds, my glass of pineapple juice midway to my mouth.
"What?" Vic asks without looking at me.
"Olivia," I utter as I place the glass on the table and cross my legs on top of each other.
"What?!" He asks again, this time he's curiously glancing at me.
"It's a five hour drive from here right? We could go there, today. It's 10am right now," I inform him as I look at the large wall clock.
"Fine by me," he shrugs, "I'll text her then."
"Let me ask Kyrah where she's keeping her car keys." I dial Kyrah, she takes forever to pick up but finally she does. Thank God.
"Hey, can I borrow your car for a while?" I ask and wait for her reply.
"Sure, where are you going?" she asks me.
"To see aunt Olivia, with Vic, it'll take a couple of hours to get there. Where are your keys?" I inquire as I stare down at my feet.
"Top of my dressing table. I hope it'll be worth it. Call me incase of anything, okay?" she says.
"Okay," I respond and hang up immediately. After I get the keys, we walk to where the car is usually parked. Outside Scott's house. No one would know it's a different car, because it's red just like Scott's and it's an Alfa Romeo. Kyrah's is an Alfa Romeo Montreal while Scott's is an Alfa Romeo Giulia. Quite a coincidence, their cars almost look the same to me.
Sometimes I wish those two friends of mine were together.
I laugh when I get in the car.
"What's funny?" Vic asks buckling his seat belt.
"Oh, life. Life's funny," I say, starting the car. "Alright, let's get this sleek baby moving." I put the key into the ignition and the car comes alive. Before we leave, I select some perfect music for the road. Volume up and...
"Sky high, baby!" Vic says.
"Woo-hoo!" I step on the gas and we're off.
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