met-a-noia

Chapter 21

*⚠️TW⚠️: Mentions of torture, mutilation, gore, and scars are mentioned below. If any of these are triggering towards you, do not read. For your own wellbeing.*

Tarian's POV:

I stepped into the water, looking over at the horizon. Is this a good idea? To expose.. my ehhh secret to her? What if she runs away? What if she finds it disgusting and- wait why the fuck should I care? Its not like I fancy her. To hell with it. I turn to her and fell my jaw physically fall to the floor. Her skin shone beautifully under the warm sun, smooth to the touch and her body was modest but gorgeous. The dip of her hips werent bound back by her clothing. My god, I knew she was beautiful but... bloody hell she is absolutely ravishing.

"Hey! You better not be looking at my ass", Amira shouted in a scolding tone as she turned her back to me to fold her clothes onto my jacket. I gasped, slapping my hand over my eyes and turned back around exclaiming, "No! Of course not! Dont flatter yourself!". Amira laughed and said, "Yeah yeah, whatever asshat".

"Can I turn around now?"

"Yeah"

I turn back around and looked her in the eyes, "So, you ready?". Amira nodded and said, "Yeah, I am". I smirked and ran towards once she was close enough, wrapping my arms around her waist and hoisted her over my shoulder , a shrill shriek leaving her lips.

"Hey! Let me down!", Amira laughed as I ran deeper into the water to the point where the water was to my hips towards where the sandbar would end. I chuckled and yelled, "Time to go for a swim, free dive style!" Before hoisting her up over my head, her eyes widening as she yelled, "Tarian! TARIAN NO!", before I threw her into the water. I laughed as she slowly swam back up the surface, her hair covering her face as she spat water out of her mouth, a scowl crossing her face.

"Im going to kill you, you better swim away lil bitch", Amira said in that 'Im going to kill you if you dont run' voice. I chuckled and decided to test some waters, " Bold enough of you to assume that I'd be scared of-", before a wave of salty water splashed me in the face. I blinked away the blurriness, looking at her, a mischievous glare in her eyes. Uh oh, maybe it is time to swim away, I dont like that look in her eyes.

I dived under the water and started swimming away, I looked behind me to see Amira on my tail. Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck-. Her hand gripped my foot making me yelp, as I went back up, Amira laughing her ass off. I frowned in annoyance, and spat the water in my mouth towards her making her stop laughing and gasp. I laughed and said, "Thats what you get, bitch!". Amira gave me a pursed glare and dipped her head under the water, flipping her hair back like in those cheesy romance movies.

"You know, I really dont like you"

"Hmm, yeah right.. who couldnt like me?"

"Uh, me?"

"So? Theres still 99.99% of the population who still likes me"

"Yeah but the 99.99% of the population isnt me, so that statistic is now invalid"

"Ha! Wow, you've grown bloody bold now havent you?", I asked with a small chuckle as I got closer to her. Amira grinned, "No, I've always been bold". I smiled and stopped swimming closer to her until we were inches away and said with a small nod, "That is true, even when YOU bumped into ME that day on the street, you were incredibly bold. OH! And when you slapped me, shot me, the Queen, in the thigh, andddd not to mention the-"

"Okay okay yeah, I get it dickhead"

"Hey hey! Im providing you more support on your statement, love"

"Mhhmm, so you're agreeing with me? Once again?"

"Yeah yeah dont let it get to your head", I huffed turning away from her. I heard her gasp softly, and knew exactly what it was about. Fuck the scar-. I could feel her hand hovering over it, sending chills all over my body. My chest tightened and I felt as if my lungs were collapsing making me close my eyes: flashes of that nightmare entering my mind.