After being casted to the sea, thrown off the cruise ship she was on by her own boyfriend, what Zeda thought was her biggest problem turns out to be only the beginning. She's rescued by a foreign man, Lucas, & his two friends Johnny & Winwin. Togeth...
It wasn't for the reasons you'd assume. I wasn't seeking internet histories, or text messages. I went to his contacts in search of his parents' phone number.
I immediately hit an obstacle, realizing his entire phone was in Chinese.
"Shit." I accidentally said out loud.
Lucas stirred in his sleep but didn't wake.
I was still a little drunk, and basic motor functions were becoming difficult with the growing fatigue I felt.
I managed to find his contacts, but I had to hold my phone beside it and look for the translation of 'Mom' or 'Dad'.
Once I found one, I added it to my phone and quickly put his back in its place.
I crept downstairs to the living room where I gathered my thoughts on the couch with Franklin.
I wasn't going to be rude or hateful towards them, despite how badly they hurt Lucas. I simply wanted them to know the extent of what they did to him. He truly was broken by their actions, or lack thereof. He didn't deserve that. I said exactly what I thought they needed to hear. The hard truth, and hopefully some persuadable evidence. I also translated it, making sure it made sense regardless of how they read it.
It ended up being a lot of questions, too. I had so many. I couldn't understand what was so wrong with being happy. Marrying for love instead of money and elevated status. Having a life you look forward to as opposed to dreading it, having no room for your own decisions. I reminded them of all the things he has done for me as well. How he saved my life over and over again and always put others ahead of himself.
He deserved all of the praise. He deserved the whole world. He was so selfless, generous, and loving. Why should he be punished for having good qualities? I relayed to them everything that happened, even if they already knew. I thought maybe hearing it from another perspective might sway their opinion. If not, it was worth the try.
It took me a good two hours to type out. I found myself lost in thought, reminiscing on all the amazing things Lucas truly has done for me, trying to put it into words.
I would articulate a memory but be stuck in my head for an endless amount of time, making each sentence feel like it took an hour.
Dissociating was my superpower. I could zone out and be completely checked out from everything around me at any given time. And this time, my brain went through everything that happened to us, bit by bit. With audio and visual hallucinations, which was rare. It was usually one or the other.
It all played like a slideshow in my head, a flash and then it would move on to the next.
"Do not walk, miss." I heard Lucas' voice.
"You are very hurt. We have someone who can help you." He manifested, looking down at me on that little paddle boat.
He drifted away like smoke in the air and appeared now in his swimming pool.
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