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He pushes me under again and I try to wiggle out of his grip. My body is freezing and I’m reminded of the cold water that coated my body the day I lost my family. I can see the blood from my wound surrounding me as my lungs begin to burn. If he holds me down any longer, I’m going to die.
If this is how I’m going to be living the rest of my life, then I hope I do. He’d be putting me out of my misery. Saving me from a lifetime of torture.
His strong arm pulls me up one more time and I gasp as soon as I’m pulled above the water.
“How does it feel knowing you’re going to die just like your family did? They all died because you couldn’t save them, Zamira.” My entire body stills from his comment as tears threaten to escape me. He gives me an evil grin, then lets go of my shirt. “Sweet dreams, temptress.”
I’m sucked back below the surface, I try to kick and kick, but it’s no use. My body frantically twitches, causing me to suck in water as my lungs lose the air supply.
I’m fighting, but I don’t know how much longer I can. I’m exhausted and my legs feel like they're going to give out. My muscles ache, my lungs burn; I’m in pure agony.
I can’t do this anymore.
My legs stop kicking and my body sinks lower and lower in the water. The shadows of three monsters get blurrier the deeper I go.
Zamira, sing with me.
I can hear Zoe’s adorable little voice all around me as she sang the VeggieTales song. A small smile plays at my lips from how much she loved that song.
Come on, Z, you can’t leave your sister hanging.
My mom's beautiful laugh makes butterflies blossom in my chest. It was my favorite sound in the entire world.
We’ll be there in about ten minutes, Z.
My dad’s soft, gentle voice soothes me as my body hits the bottom of the pool.
I open my eyes, seeing the phantoms ofmy sweet family surrounding me. My mom's gorgeous face and long blonde hair, my dad's charming good looks, and my sweet Zoe wrapping her tiny little arms around me.
The last of my air escapes my lips as I give in to the darkness.
I’m finally going home.
“Get in and pull her up!” I demand in a booming voice. Ace’s back straightens, turning around to glare at me, but he doesn’t make an effort to get her out. Fuck, I’ll have to save her myself.
Instinctively, I jump in the water, diving down to where she is, pulling her up. I flip her body over so she is face up in the water, but she doesn’t even move under my touch. My stomach drops when I realize she’s not breathing. Putting my fingers to her neck, I feel for a pulse, but there isn’t one.
Shit, shit, shit.
“Theon, help me get her out,” I command, swimming with her to the edge of the pool. Theon rushes over, helping me pull her out, laying her on the concrete. I pull out my knife, cutting the zip ties binding her hands so I can lay her flat.
“Fuck. I didn’t think she’d go that quick,” Ace says, running his hand through his hair, looking down at her lifeless body from his place on the diving board. I shoot him a glare as I begin compressions on her chest, hoping to bring life back into her beautiful body.
“What else did you fucking think would happen? Her hands are zip tied and it sure as fuck didn’t look like she knew how to swim,” I growl, trying my best not to lunge at him.
Ace and Theon stare down at me, then to Zamira’s pale, peaceful face. It feels like I’ve been pushing on her chest for an eternity. My muscles are starting to ache.Shit, this isn’t working.
Tipping her head back, I open her mouth and breathe into it twice then get back to pressing on her chest. It sucks that our first kiss had to be like this. But it won’t be our last—if she lives.
Fucking Ace and his games. I told him this was a bad idea, but of course he only listens to himself. He’s always pushing things too far, making sure everyone knows he’s the one in charge. There’s no way she’ll fucking talk to us now if she makes it through this. If she didn’t talk while having her biggest fear beneath her feet, why would she talk after.
Suddenly she gasps, coughing uncontrollably. I roll her onto her side as water erupts from her mouth so she doesn’t choke on it. Relief crashes over my body, all the panic I felt floats away seeing my girl fucking fight for her life.
She’s alive.
Holy fuck, she’s alive.
I don’t have a problem with killing. In fact, it’s my favorite hobby. It’s never bothered me before, but the thought of losing this stubborn, mysterious woman that has a secret darkness inside her like us—guts me to the core.
