My Riptide

Chapter 9 ~ love on waves

                                 ~𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕~
"Coral!! Look at these bikinis I got for us today at the mall!! We can be matching!" Hannah pulls out a bikini piece, blue, yellow, and pink in a flower pattern. I think they were hibiscus. My favorites.

I smile back at her with my mouth opened. I take it out of her hands and squeeze it tight.

"Let's go put them on before we get on the boat." She stands up and takes my wrist in one hand and tote bag in the other. I don't stand up though, my smile kind of drops a bit and I'm left staring at her.

"Uhm," I start to lower my voice to Hannah so none of the boys hear me speaking. "How am I going to cover. You know. Everything?" I say loudly but still whispering at the same time.

"Uhm I have a t shirt I bought if you want to wear that over." How was I still going to cover everything?

My body. Covered from head to toe in old marks, new marks, un healed marks, that I can't get rid of. Every time I look in the mirror I see nothing but those marks that carry the worst traumatic memories. I look in the mirror and all I see is nothing but a person, a little girl that couldn't save her mom. She tried to. She failed. She was fighting for someone that was trying to let go this whole time. Every tear I'd shed was over a new mark on my body that I had to look at for the rest of my life. The only way that I could actually never want to see them again would be tattoos. But then I would just look like a knockoff of Post Malone. He did this to me. And I can't do nothing about it.

I am looking down at the bathing suit trying to give off a smile at Hannah. I look up at her and she hands me her shirt. At least I have her with me for these type things. I love her so much I don't know what id do without her in my life. She's one of those important characters in a movie that it wouldn't even be a movie without them in it.

"Thanks, I'll uh just uhm," I try thinking of the words I'm trying to find, "how long is it?"

"Don't worry it will at least cover those ass cheeks of yours." She gives me a grin and she can't help but to spit out a laugh then she smacks my actual ass cheeks. She starts tripping in the sand as she tries sprinting away from me.

I go after her yelling, "Your just jealous that mine jiggle more than yours do." I say dragging her back down. And for some reason we can't stop laughing as we race back to her tote bag laying in the sand. For some odd reason our conversations with each other always end up with someone on the floor trying to get up while the other is running away. It makes me smile.

As we get the tote bag and head to the shack cause that's the only privacy we can spot on the beach, I look back to see the boys trying to follow us. My eyes meet with Rivers as if he was watching us the whole time as me and Hannah were trying to wrestle with each other.

"Bro aren't you two chicks coming on the boat with us?" Luke's sunburned face makes me laugh as I turn backwards.

"Yeah just give us a sec we gotta change," I turn back around and think to myself and grin, "And put sunscreen on you big lobster."

We make it to the shack and the boys finally stopped following us. We close the shutters so nobody can see us undress ourselves. I mean they'd have a nice show. I grin at my own thoughts.

"So," Hannah looks at me with a smirk on her face as she takes her top off, "How well does your nose feel? Or does River have to be one centimeter away from it to check if it's okay again." She playfully rolls her eyes and pokes me in the belly button.

She's obviously over exaggerating I mean it wasn't 1 centimeter it was probably like two in a half.

"What do you mean? My nose feels fine." I give her a smirk playing around with her obviously ignoring the main question. I slip off my underwear and put on the bathing suit bottoms without looking down. Cause I don't wanna look down yet and see the worst thing that I'm dreading of the day.