The tears spill endlessly from my eyes. My love for Saint mixes with the overstimulation he’s gifting my body, creating a turmoil of emotions. “Saint! I can’t!” I whine out.
“Yes you can,” he fights back, slamming into me hard enough to have my head pushing the material below us around.
I bite down on my arm, concealing the scream that tears through my throat as the third wave of pleasure crashes down around me. My body twitches with each stroke until Saint is pulling out, spilling onto my stomach.
“You did so good for me,” he whispers, helping me slide my sweats back on. I crawl into his lap, letting Saint cradle me as if I was a child. He places light kisses from my forehead down to my shoulder blade.
I bury my head into his sweater, breathing in his scent. “What do you want out of our fairytale?” I ask softly.
He pauses for a moment, giving himself some time to think. “A dog. Children, maybe. Anything else is up to you. The only thing that matters to me, is that we do it together.”
I grip onto him as though his touch is my lifeline, and the fear of losing him consumes me. “Promise?”
“I promise, baby.”
We stay like that until the afternoon sun is beating down onto the ocean. If it was up to me, we could’ve stayed there for the rest of our lives. Becoming a hermit wouldn’t be so bad if I could share my cave with him.
“We should probably get back,” Saint sighs as he tilts my chin up. His blue eyes are consumed with bliss. “Don’t want the others thinking we were eaten by a shark or something.”
I snort at his words, letting a goofy smile pull at my lips. With little to no enthusiasm, I untangle my limbs from Saint, and climb out of our secret sanctuary. He drops down behind me, and instantly sweeps me off my feet.
“Since it’s official that I get to be your knight in shining armor, I thought it was only right that I whisked you away, back to our castle.”
My head hangs back as my giggles burst from me. “Saint! I can walk!”
“What kind of prince charming would that make me?” He pretends to sound absolutely appalled that I would even suggest walking, making my happiness crack through me even harder.
“You’re crazy!” I smile up at him.
The campsite begins to appear in the distance, the flame still roaring. Only two bodies come into view as they surround the pit.
“For you? Always.” Saint responds, giving my forehead a final kiss.
Play Wake Up by EDEN
As we approach the campsite, the view goes from one of love to terror almost instantly.
“Saint!” Abby screams out, running to us. Saint puts me down, holding onto me until I can find my footing. Sand sprays up with the pressure of my feet, finding its way into my socks.
“Saint please help!”She screams louder, stumbling over herself. Abigail falls into the sand, the sounds of her sobs reverberate through the beach. He runs to her, drooping down to his knees to help her up. Yet I stay frozen in place, fixated on the scene happening over by the fire. First I take in Jackson, his wild eyes search the area as his hands frantically shake in front of him. Then I turn my attention to the fire, it blazes almost out of control, consuming some paper plates that had been left on top. But it’s not until I look at the RV that my heart stops. A familiar set of legs poke out of the open door, staying completely limp while the other bodies around the sight move as if their lives are on a timer.
“I can’t get him to wake up!” Abby wails as she falls back down into the sand. Saint leaves her there, immediately dashing towards the body. Even then, I can’t move. I watch the disaster play out in front of me like some sort of sick and twisted movie.
Saint barks some orders to Jackson, who looks beyond lost and full of fear. I can’t make out the words, but when he goes to help lift the body, my stomach revolts.
Luke’s vacant eyes feel as though they're staring directly at me. A bloody foam oozing from his mouth as the guys pull him to an upright position. I drop to my knees, copying Abigail’s position. The vomit rises up through my throat, splattering across the sand underneath me. My hands search for something to hold onto as the world around me begins to spin. They claw into the dirt, leaving me with nothing but muddy fingernails.
“We need to go!” Saint screams out at us. His voice carries more panic than anything I’ve ever heard. I do my best to crawl towards the vehicle, having to stop every few feet to spit up more bile.
“Nova!” He screams out again, rushing towards me. His adrenaline allows him to pick me up from the ground as if I was nothing but a shiny rock one might want to keep. He throws me over his shoulder as he races towards the car. I stumble as he places me on the flooring, tripping over my own two feet. Jackson's arms wrap around me, pulling me until I’m able to sit on the couch. Before we can even get the door shut, Saint is behind the wheel, turning over the engine.
“Come on!” He yells, startling me. “Fucking start!” His fist slam down against the wheel, the horn blaring as a consequence. “Please…” He sobs out, turning the key once more.
We all let out a sigh of relief as the engine rattles to life. Saint slams down on the pedal, letting the tires spin out before finding some traction. We fly through the campsites, finding ourselves on the highway within a couple of minutes. I don’t dare to lookover at Abby, knowing that the sounds I’m hearing are the worst of it.
Luke’s gurgles consume the air. “Lift his head up.” Jackson motions at Abby. Each word comes out full of stutters.
“I can't,” Abby whispers back. “I can’t at this angle.” I turn my attention to her. Luke’s blood is slathered across her torso, some of which has begun to coagulate and dry to her pale sweater. Her entire face is red, burned from the tears that fall subconsciously.
