Freedom To Surf (Jesse Polock Daughter Story)

This Cant get any Worse right?

Riley's pov

So it's been about a week since my Dad officially left the service. Without him being here, things haven't changed that much, underline the words 'that much...' Most of the boys are still idiots and most of the dads of the group have softened their stone-cold hearts and blossomed- oh right, this isn't a Romeo and Juliet love story. Boo, however, is sterner and fatherlier in a way. He and his wife had a kid, Honey Rose.

Her name is much more angelic than Chase. I wanted him to be called Raven, because my name is Riley and I thought it would be cool to have a sibling's name starting with the same letter. Anyway, he has become more protective and annoying, like when I tripped the other day and hurt my ankle, he was fussing over me. FUSSING! My Dad is also expecting another child, so another little rugrat. I hope it's a sister, I would love another mini-me, which is also the reason my parents are hoping it's a boy.

I may have or may not have taken advantage of his pre-being-a-parent panic and was able to be more of a brat than usual at work. It went mostly unnoticed by him, but not by the other boys, specifically Hoppo and Harris, which is always so much fun (not!) and totally not aggravating listening to them lecture me on and off.

Now, back to the current moment. I think I am going insane. I am sitting in the North tower, watching the water. To sum it up, it's a hot white isolated box in the middle of the beach. Don't worry, I am not bored at all.

In other news, my dad, pregnant mom, and Chase were meant to be coming today to the beach today. Yayy! As if I wasn't nervous enough working here without my dad, now they're going to be watching me. Well, I am off the clock in 4 hours, then I can annoy them.

I proceeded to watch the water. I briefly glanced at Flat Rock and noticed a bunch of teens huddled around in a group. Now, I am no expert, but I have been a teenager for 3 years, and groups of teens huddled together is usually not a good thing. So, I decided now would be a great time to patrol the end of the beach and possibly give lifesaving first aid; just a typical day here at Bondi.

As I got closer, I noticed some of the group had become quieter, but the much more noticeable signs of someone crying became louder. As I began my trek along Flat Rock toward them, a guy in a very baggy pair of swim bottoms came up to me asking for help. We ended up running to the group. The guy stopped short of the group and backed up to stand at the back of the group. Gee, thanks for your help!

Pushing my way through the group, I took my place, sitting beside a bloody, scratched-up girl. Geez, she surely took a beating; they don't call Flat Rock 'Cheese Grater' for nothing.

"Hey, my name's Riley and I am here to help you. I would normally ask how you are doing, but, well, I can see how you're doing." Well, after my failed attempt at trying to lighten the mood, I started to assess her injuries.

"Okay, so you're bleeding a lot, and it's almost impossible to fully clean, bandage, and stop the bleeding while we are still getting splashed with waves, plus, I can imagine the salty ocean water doesn't feel that good either. Let me help you stand up- "

'No!" The girl yelled at me. "I think I am at risk of being paralyzed."

That made me stop and think. This is a serious situation and my decision could either impact the rest of the girl's life or only stress her out temporarily. It's like, to be or not to be, but in this case it's walking or being paralyzed and not able to move for the rest of your life... maybe not, but it made sense in my head. I looked up at the sidewalk, thinking the ramp is not too far away and it's flat. It's not the most comfortable, but I don't think she cares right now. Ideally, I would love to get her out of the sun, but again, trees are sort of hard to come by on the beach. I just need to keep her steady, and I know that the rest of the crew will be ripping into me for taking a huge risk, but it's worth the risk and outweighs the cons. I stood up, looking around the group of curious and nervous looking teens. A couple of the teenage boys looked like they were going to hurl. What, have they never seen a human covered in their own blood?