Beach Police

BTW, this is my first story so feedbacks are very much welcome but please go easy with the criticism! :)) Thank you and enjoy. This is the edited version. 

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Chapter 1

Vanessa POV

"For today's summer special episode, we are featuring this stunning small island known as Oahu. It's undeniable beauty sure attracts both tourists and investors. So, if you're looking for a summer getaway, this place is perfect for you!"

"Aaand that's a wrap", Jay, my cameraman said.

"Finally! Good work, Jay."

"You too, Vanessa. Now, why don't you grab dinner first and we'll just return the equipments to the van."

"Okay"

I headed towards this little restaurant by the shore. The place is made of woods and logs giving it the cabin-like feel. When I entered, I was greeted by the strong smell of coffee and greasy food. I looked around the restaurant, absorbing every detail. The place looks a bit rundown but it’s obvious that it’s well-kept by the owners as proven by the cleanliness of the glass windows. There are also pictures hanging on the wall. The people in them looks so happy that it can practically light up the room. I wish I was that happy with myself, my job and my life. I didn’t notice that I was slowly drawn to the warmth of the fireplace beside the staircase. It’s summer but the night chills are still there. Besides, I wonder what’s upstairs.

I was drawn out of my thoughts when an old lady in a bright-colored floral dress under a pink apron made her way over to where I was sitting, near the fireplace.

“Good evening, dear. What can I get you?”, she asked.

“Black coffee sounds good. I’ll order later. I’ll wait for my friends first.” I smiled at her.

A few minutes passed and I raised my head to look at the door, waiting for my friends when I saw a drunk man enter the place. He was coming over to my direction and in panic; I tried searching for something to protect myself with. Failing to find anything sharp or heavy, I lifted the empty mug over my chest as if shielding myself of impending danger.

In an instant, the man was grabbing my wrist. I dropped the mug in the middle of trying to free myself from his clasp. I tried to break free from his iron grip again but to no avail. He then backhanded me as I felt the sting on my face. Oh great!  Now, that’s gonna leave a mark.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s head to my room and have a little fun. Stop protesting so I don’t have to hurt you.”, he said, or that’s what I thought he said since he was slurring his words.

I of course, wasn’t just gonna come with him without putting up a fight. I tried to elbow him in the ribs, but it seemed that my efforts are futile since he didn’t even flinch. I saw his face get redder, if that’s even possible.

“I told you to stop fighting!” He was about to slap me and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the pain but it never came so I slowly opened my eyes.

There before me, was my savior. She was blocking my view of the drunk man since she must have been at least 5”9 while I’m on the petite side.

She’s holding the wrist of my violator and without blinking, twisted it behind his back in a very painful manner as he screamed in pain. She tossed me her phone and asked me to speed dial the police station as she started kicking him; I was almost sure I could hear a few bones breaking in the process.    

 The man must be crazy when he started teasing “my savior” in his state.

"If you want to join the party so bad, all you had to do is ask." the man said.

"The only party I will ever attend with you is your funeral." the girl retorted.

I’m sure that the girl is younger than me, considering I'm only 24, but when I looked at her, I can almost see that her mindset is far from girls her age, probably from experience. What really disturbed me was the dull blank look she had, she looked really furious and at the same time, it was like she was possessed. I was scared that she might kill the guy with the excessive blows she was giving him so I immediately informed her that the police are on their way.

The words “jail” and “police” must have sobered up the drunk man for he started struggling again and making a run for the door. The action made the girl more furious as she kicked him where-the-sun-doesn’t-shine hard enough for him to fall limp on the floor again.

After a few minutes, the police arrived, taking the man away. "I see another day has been saved, huh" the cop said.

"Not my problem the cops are slowpokes," the girl joked.

I was then smothered with questions by my crew, asking if I was okay and saying sorry for leaving me alone and taking a long time putting away the equipments. I assured them that I was fine before pulling away to make a statement with the cops when I noticed that “my savior” is already gone.

Disappointment washed over me. I haven't even gotten to thank her!

"Thank you for your statement. We'll be heading back now." the police said.

Before he left, I grabbed his arm and asked him, "Who was that girl that saved me?"

He then answered, "Oh that's Ash, the Beach Police."