Delirium

chapter five

Kayden

" I can't believe you assaulted that guy just because he accidentally drank your glass of whiskey !" I shout at Blake who was sitting in the passenger seat next to me while I was driving .

" How can you even make the mistake between whiskey and a sex on the beach ?! This dude did it on purpose and I just made sure he won't make the same mistake again ." He shouted back defending himself and I just sigh .

Blake was just like he was back in high-school, always causing fights .
He was trouble , a poison , a bad influence.
He's the devil sent to me , and Abel was the angel , well the angel was sure passed out in the backseat right now .

" You need to make the effort to not catch too much attention , especially with the new hobby you discovered lately , and you know your dad will send you back to Atlanta at any mistake , you're being watched so keep it low "
I only got a grumble as an answer , this will do it .

Blake Ashford would never admit in any way that he is wrong .
He never apologizes, never admits his flaws and never regrets anything.
His current silence just says that I am right .
The only person that can take down Blake is daddy Ashford .
Benedict Ashford owns most of the buildings in Atherton and San Francisco. He basically built the city with his architectural designs .
Benedict was hopeful his son would take over his business and if not his son, his daughter , willow Ashford .
But they both turned out to not even care of their own lives .
One was a ticking bomb , and the other one probably worships Satan.

And im still wondering how I managed to not kill my dear friend with my bare hands .

I can't take my mind off of Ayla tonight , this entire scandal helped her escape , what if I won't find her again?
Was she even here , or was I just hallucinating over a regular brunette .
After all she completely denied her identity and the lights were dimmed , so I technically didn't really see her...but when I kissed her it felt so real , as if it was really her , the same taste , same softness,  same shape .

I'm seriously getting insane...or not.
There is only one way to find out .

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Abel was spending the night with Blake at the Ashford's mansion , it was hard to drag him to the bedroom while unconscious.
This fucker always acts like he can take alcohol when he doesn't .
It's always the same with him all the time .
He wasn't like that in high-school, I don't know what happened to him to spend most of his nights drinking and getting random callgirls in his bed , and if not callgirls , college girls .
He ended up going to Menlo college this year,  staying in town and studying finance .
I wished I didn't have to leave town but if i stayed any longer I would've lost my mind , especially when I planned everything with someone in particular for the future .
In fact I skipped my first year in college and spent the first ten months looking for her , and when I lost hope , I found refuge in Colorado away from California,  from my family , from my friends and away from Ayla.
But then I came back this summer to find a worried mother and a disappointed father who doesn't even want to have a conversation with me .
And happy friends that were ready to fuck up the town for an entire summer .
It wasn't my idea , but getting out of my comfort zone may take her out of my mind .
But if she was still out there and I didn't hallucinate well things would take another turn .

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I haven't slept for the whole night , I kept thinking about her and replaying the scenes in my head over and over again .
Trying to desperately find any clue or hint that will give me an idea of where I can find her only to remember the shoes she was wearing .
Regular girls that goes clubbing don't wear such High heeled boots .
It was obviously the type of shoes strippers wear .
I really hope she wasn't among them , I really hope I'm making a mistake and that she's not an actual stripper .
It's harder for me to think she had all the fun she wanted with other men while I was away looking for her like a dog who lost his master than to not know where she was .