Chapter 39: TrappedWe walked in silence and the words of Mrs. Synclair kept ringing in my head. And also I remembered what she told me way back in the car about him and Cathy.My heart raced as Jordan guided me to a secluded area of the hospital, away from prying eyes and curious ears.The sterile smell of disinfectant surrounded us, intensifying my unease.Despite the nagging feeling that something wasn't right, gratitude for Jordan's role in saving my mother compelled me to follow.In the quiet corner, I finally mustered the courage to question Jordan's motives."What do you want, Jordan? Why bring me here?" I asked, my voice betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.I stood in the sterile hallway of the hospital, my arms folded tightly across my chest, staring daggers at Jordan as he approached. His confident stride matched the arrogance in his eyes, and I felt my anger boil beneath the surface.This had been a fucking mistake. How could you’ve been so stupid, Kyra?"Kyra," h
Chapter 40: Stronger Together“Stay the fuck away from my girl.”Instant relief flooded through my veins as I realized someone had come to my aid.The chaos of the moment paused, the hospital corridor transformed into a battlefield of emotions.The atmosphere crackled with tension, and my eyes met those of the person who had just rescued me, just a fraction of a second before she turned around to shield me with her body.Jordan and I both stared astounded at the woman who was now standing in between us, taking a protective stance in front of me. She was turned towards Jordan with her back to me and she was wearing a leather jacket with dark blue jeans and high heeled boots. Her hair was wavy and cut in a bob that barely touched her shoulders. It appeared black with some light blue highlights.But even without looking, I could tell who she was.Jordan was looking at her in confusion as he covered his wounded cheek with his hand. Anyone else would’ve been confused too…but I had known he
Chapter 41: At Your Command"On the floor, Kyra," Gabby told me as soon as we were inside the confines of my hotel room, the doors locked securely behind us. "Hands behind your back."I slide down to the floor on my knees and put my hands behind my back as she asks.We were both completely naked, Gabby’s first demand having been to take off our clothes as soon as we shut the door. The cool air felt delicious on my skin, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms and my nipples started to pebble.She comes closer so she's standing right in front of me and puts one hand under my chin until my head is tilted up to her.She's looking down at me with maybe the most domineering gaze she's ever given me, licking her lips lightly. "Such a good girl, baby. You look very sexy on your knees.”“I've been thinking about this since I saw you," she says as she circles me until she's standing behind my body with her hands sitting lightly on my shoulders.I can feel her body heat behind me but keep my eyes
Chapter 1: Coming Home “Hey, babe!” Gabriella’s cheerful tone was the only thing keeping me from turning my car around and heading back the way I came. “I know you’re immensely stressed right now, and I wish I could be there with you to take the blow, share some of your pain, but you know I can’t. It’s going to make matters worse and you’ve done enough running away already. Just be careful, baby. And promise to call me at least ten times every day! I love you! And you know I’m always with you. Bye.” I removed the phone from my ears and stared at the screen for a good five minutes. Gabby’s smiling face stared back at me. Her dark hair was blowing back from her diamond shaped face in the wind, highlighting a thousand shades of blue and her electric blue eyes were filled with joy and laughter. Her smile was contagious; it made the corner of my lips tilt upwards. But then my eyes shifted to the two storied Victorian styled house looming in the background of my phone, and my smile faltere
Chapter 2: Ms. Stonewall Ms. Stonewall’s dance studio was located on top of Berkley’s Bakery. And why was that relevant? Because she had once told us that she wants to see how well we fair against the sweet temptation lurking around the corner and still come out victorious. It was a test to see who amongst us would get into the elite dance team. As a result, she had lost half of her initial class strength to the bakery while the other half struggled to sneak behind Ms. Stonewall’s back to grab a bite of the tempting desserts on display in front of the store. In the end, only three of us had been left standing after she had finished her little test. Rika because she had diabetes and couldn’t have sweets; Pamela because she hated sweets and adored spicy food. And then there was me. I didn’t have any other excuses to resist temptation other than the fact that I had wanted to be on her elite team desperately. From a very young age, dancing hadn’t just been my passion, it had been my o
Chapter 3: Reuniting with Friends “Angie! Rika!” I got up to greet my friends but was instead tackled to the ground by both of them. Angel Michelson, the golden haired, blue eyed beauty was another one of the dancers in our elite dance group along with Rika Palmer, the brunette with hazel eyes. Angel and I have been inseparable ever since Kindergardenth, but I met Rika in Ms. Stonewall’s ballet academy when I was chosen for the elite class. I was so glad to see them in person after being apart from them for seven whole years! We had been chatting, calling and messaging each other through the years though, but I can hardly call social media connection as ‘keeping in touch’. We hadn’t been able to meet up and have lunches or dinners or even go to the movies like we used to when we were teens. I had missed our sleepovers and girls nights most of all. “You guys!” I hugged them to my sides. “How did you know I was here?” “Words already circulating,” Angie told me when we all pulled ba
Chapter 4: A Blast from the Past “Kyra, don’t.” Angie grabbed my hand as I was about to leave my seat and head over to greet Cathy. “It’s for the best.” “For the best?” I asked her incredulously. “Cathy is married to Jordan in my place and she has two kids with a third on the way and I only get to know about all of this just now? Is that what Rika was about to say earlier? That the town shouldn’t blame me because Jordan is already married?” Rika gave me a guilty look from beneath her lashes but she too placed her hand on top of mine to get me back into my seat. “A lot has changed, Kyra.” Rika begged me to understand. “Everything isn’t as easy as it looks.” “Then tell me!” I pleaded with them. “Tell me what happened after I left so I can understand. Why is Cathy married to Jordan? And if the problem had been resolved, then why is everyone still so mad at me?” “We will.” Angie told me. “But not here, especially not where everyone can overhear and judge our reaction.” “Yeah, let’s j
Chapter 5: Back to where it all Began “Are you sure you’re alright?” Rika asked for the millionth time as we drove back to the hotel I was staying at. “Yes. I’m fine.” I told them through gritted teeth. My knuckles were white against the steering wheel and I was driving a few miles over the speed limit, but this was Ruthwell, the sheriff had only one job here and that was to solve family disputes and the odd cases of stolen lingerie. Nobody would care if I was driving at a hundred miles per hour. But then again, with how my welcome back party to my hometown has been going on so far, I wouldn’t be surprised if I get pulled over for speeding and handed a thousand other bills along with them just for breathing Ruthwell air. I never should’ve come back. Promise or not, this had been a terrible idea. I knew what I was doing when I decided to leave this godforsaken town for good and I have never regretted that decision in the past seven years that I had been away. But now that I wanted