Chapter 97
While I'm still trying to locate my car in the parking lot, Blake catches up with me and blocks my way. I cross my arms in front of my chest and bat my eyelids furiously at him.
"Get out of my way!" I hiss.
"I'm not going anywhere. Even if it means standing here all day, I will," he states and I grit my teeth.
He can be so annoying at times.
"My mom told me you almost hit her." I send him a death glare.
"Yes, 'almost', so I didn't. I would never do that," he says.
"And what makes me so sure you won't try and hit me when I try to walk away?" I ask and he rakes his fingers through his silky hair.
"Kyrah, it was a mistake. You know how I get when I'm angry," he explains.
"It's my mom we're talking about here, Blake!"
"She was the one who started hurling insults at me as soon as she opened the door. She called me a piece of shit, for crying out loud!"
"Oh please!" I roll my eyes for the umpteenth time. "Don't be such a cry baby. Weren't you drunk that day?"
He sighs and nods.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise. I just need to know if we're still okay," he purses his lips.
I pause, shrug and walk past him, straight to where my car is. Well, the car that he bought me, anyway. A feeling of guilt bites me deep within knowing that I'm ignoring him, yet headed to drive a car that he bought me and that cost him a fortune. Not that money is a problem to him, but... it sucks doing this. So once I'm next to the car, I turn around and stare at him.
"I don't know if we're okay. I don't know if we ever will be. It's like everything I know about pain, I've learned it from you. I've tried my best to be a good girlfriend to you, but you keep screwing everything up, well, mostly indirectly. Sabrina is a pain in the ass. I don't even know if I'll arrive home safe, she might even be watching us right now. We just don't know it. It's like she follows me everywhere without me being aware of it." I move closer to him and caress his jaw with my fingers. "I just wish it was only you and me, no Sabrina. I wish I could live a free life without having a constant stalking psychopath on my neck."
He licks his lips and moves closer and his arms go around my back.
"I don't know what else I have to do. I've warned her a million times, but she never listens. Kyrah, you're my one and only love. I wouldn't last a day without you, the past few weeks have been hell, babe. I'm insanely addicted to you. My heart belongs to you and I'm willing to do anything for you. Just have faith in me." He lowers his head and our foreheads touch.
"You mean so much to me, Kyrah. So much," he whispers.
"You mean so much to me too, but I need to keep my distance from you. The more I get closer to you, the more I get hurt. It'll give you time to figure things out and I'll be keeping myself away from danger."
"Are you... Are you breaking up with me?" he questions, panicking.
I place a finger on his warm lips.
"No. I'm not. I'm just trying to find my peace and happiness," I say softly.
"By staying away from me?" his voice is shaky.
"Yes. For me to be happy, I need peace and that peace can only be found if I stay away from you, physically. You have my number anyway," I say.
Silence.
He sighs and I tiptoe and plant a small kiss on his lips but he doesn't allow my lips to leave his that fast. He kisses me with so much passion and I kiss him back. His lips feel so foreign.
What the fuck are you doing? Are you thick in the head? He's now the enemy. You're kissing the enemy!!! My subconscious warns me.
Immediately I pull away from his tight grip and our lips part.
"I have to go." I open the car's door and get in, without looking at him. My heart suddenly feels like it weighs a tone or two. I start the car and start to reverse and I see him in front of the car, looking heartbroken, his face is pale.
"Kyrah, please. Come back!" he shouts when I head for the main gates.
I wipe a tear after seeing him trying to run after me.
Stop crying, we're at war! Get your shit together, woman!
Urgh! I hate my subconscious sometimes.
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Blake's POV
I can't fucking believe she just drove away, even after I ran after her.
"Yes, I almost died a few weeks ago, because of you!" Her words ring repeatedly in my mind as I pull up in my garage. I'm so livid right now, I could smash an entire glass table with my bare hands.
When I leave the car and head inside the house, I drop off Carla's stuff in the kitchen.
"Carla!... Carla!" I call out.
"Yes, Blake? Did you find what I asked for?" she asks from outside the kitchen.
"Yes," I respond less nonchalantly than I normally would.
"Is everything alright?" she cocks her head to one side when she enters the kitchen.
"Yes, where's mom? Is dad even home yet?" I ask impatiently.
"Yes, he arrived an hour ago, your mom is right where you left her, outside at the pool," she says.
I don't respond to her. Instead, I walk straight to the pool outside where I find my mom sunbathing, lying comfortably on a pool chair in her orange one-piece and a sun hat, in her hand a champagne flute.
"You're not in Hawaii, you know," I say, trying to control the anger deep within before it makes me go haywire.
"Sorry, darling?" she says, her English accent so soft, sliding off her tongue as she lowers her brown Chanel sunglasses.
"You're always relaxing as if you're in Hawaii. It's like every day to you is a holiday. Like you're in a never ending vacation," I state as I stare at her.
"That's what makes life so exciting. Traveling, seeing the world, shopping in Milan, dancing at night in Vegas... Oh, darling, such... Is the best life," she chuckles and sighs.
I nod and stand beside her, shoving my hands into my pockets.
"I agree. What if someone tried to ruin that life of yours, what would you do?" I question.
"I'd have them arrested immediately. Also, why would anyone want to ruin Mrs. Dawson's life?" she fans herself with one hand.
I begin pacing slowly around her pool chair, one arm behind my back.
"Because you ruined theirs–"
"Oh, bollocks! I have better things to do than wasting other people's lives." She sips her champagne. "Where is all of this coming from anyway?"
"I know what you did." I stop right in front of her and I notice the way her body stiffens.
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