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Good That’s for the best I don’t need to worry about sos to concentrate on

Stretchingthe ht No watcher to be seen Where could he have gone in that quick amount of time? I didn’t even hear hi for nothing He’s just some player who liked the way I looked or whatever I’ into so with her personal shit has a way ofso I shouldn’t, so I tend to think everyone else is up to no good as well

Shaking my head, I start for the water, the sand warht, splashing and playing along the shoreline, their hands full of colorful plastic buckets and shovels A couple is standing waist deep in the water, the waves crashing against theh

My heart pangs but I ignore it I don’t believe in love or couples or dating or any of that crap Love is for fools Despite my sisters’ blissed-out lives, and their steadfast belief I can find the same, I know that’s not for et too close Hand hiive that up

I walk straight into the cold water, shivering as it hits my ankles My calves My knees Despite the heat of the sun and the hot sand, the water is freezing, but I don’t care I’a little yelp when the cold water wraps itself around me

The rhythmic waves push me out a little farther and I fall backwards into the water until I’ aroundof the ocean and I close ers in the water It feels good Peaceful

Until a ht underwater and sla me into the botto along the rocky shore, and feel a particularly sharp rock slice across round, trying to push

Water shoots up ainst the waves I want to call out I want to throw nal to so here, but it’s no use

I can’t do it

Another wave hits h this one isn’t as powerful, and it sucksme roll and tu the bottoe I need, propelling me forward I opendown upon it frome above water, and when my head pops out I take a deep breath, only to i The arms are like steel bands around ht, as if hing even ainst ainst his, clutching onto hiht, princess?" His voice rasps against my ear, deep and rumbly and with a hint of a Southern accent Despite my fear, the exhaustion, the sudden and co froles at the sound of his voice

I nod, , the adrenaline and terror over what I’ve just experienced co to send me possibly into shock My rescuer readjusts his arm around lance down to study his thick, olden, covered with a se It practically covers ers sees,ed cut open acrossfreely from it

Oh crap That’s bad

"You’re hurt" He notices the cut, too, and that seeo liht of the cut, the blood, the pain that radiates from my palm all the way up ht you were my help" My voice co at the pain that follows I took in too much salt water and ruffly as we e to catch a glilances down, his eyes going hen he sees that I’hmy throat ache

"It’s you" Him My watcher has turned into my rescuer

"Hey!" I look away fro toward us, his expression one of pure panic, and oes weak and my head blanks is that he doesn’t look like much help at all