Shattered #Wattys2016

Chapter 12

I wrapped my leg tightly in a new bandage. The stitches were still in, the meat around the wound was still pink. I wrapped it tightly in the bandage and Stood, looking through my closet. I wasn't sure on what to wear, but I can't get my leg wet, especially with salt water. I decided on a transparent tank top over my white bikini top with a matching set of white bottoms. I put a transparent skirt around my waist and made my way out to the bottom floor. Nicki was still getting ready for our time at the beach. I opened a magazine and looked at the articles while putting on my flip flops. I rubbed my leg as it was painfully throbbing. More tan usual.

"I probably wrapped it too tightly," I said to myself. I waited while Nicki came down in a pair of white short shorts and a blue tank top. I could see a bit of her bikini top through it, though I wasn't looking that hard. She walked down, already wearing her sandals, carrying her beach bag with her towel and sun screen already packed.

"Ready to go," she says as she holds her hand out to me. I grasped it and she pulled me up and we made our way out the sliding glass door to the outer deck, wrapped by a white picket fence. The sand was a creamy dust color. I decided to go barefoot, and the sand was softer than I expected it to be. We made our way out the gate to a pair of lawn chairs tucked under and big blue umbrella close to the shore.

"It's so beautiful. Isn't it?"

"Yeah...It is," I say as I sit down and put my leg up a moment.

"Aren't you going to go in?"

"Uh...no...I'll be crying like a baby from the pain...I don't think so," I giggled. She rolled her eyes and took off her top and shorts revealing a one piece neon yellow one piece that was very fitting to her curves. She ran her fingers through her black hair and walked her way towards the water. I held my gun at my side and kept my eye on her, though she wasn't hard to miss. I sat back and worked on my tan a little. She was doing well. She dipped in, shrieking.

"It's cold!!" I laughed at her as she ran away from the waves, only to trip over her own two feet, getting wet anyways. I cracked up with laughter as she skittered up to her feet and rushed up on the sand, which was sticking all over her body now. I couldn't stop laughing. She turned back to me, glaring.

"That shit is not funny!" I didn't stop, I was laughing so hard my stomach was starting to hurt. She frowned as she made her way back, I kept laughing.

She was laughing now, but I am going to get her back. I had a bit of a surprise hiding behind my back that she was too busy laughing to notice. I walked up casually towards her, then just pulled her top open, and put the little hermit crab in. She screamed as it crawled over her, out of her shirt and on to her stomach.

"AAHHH!! Get it off!!" She screamed, fidgeting and fighting, squirming to get it off of her. I laughed my ass off as she was hopping on one leg shaking the other, her hurt leg to get it off her foot. I was balling . She panted as the little thing crawled away under the chair. She grabbed it and I ran away.

"Get back here!!" Janet screamed, running after me. I was faster though, and she stopped.

"Alright you win...," She said out of breath. She went up to the water, and set the hermit crab in it gently. She made her way back, limping a little.

"Aw...what's the matter with you?"

"I can't walk right dammit!" she said, trying not to laugh. She hugged me as we made our way back to our spot. I got a pepsi out of the cooler and she got one as well. We sat, enjoying the sun, and the waves lightly washing the beach's shores.

"So, what do we do now?" Nicki asked.

"I don't know," A man with an ice cream cart was walking past, and I decided to buy us two cones. One strawberry for me, and chocolate for Nicki. She licked her cone and I watched the sea roll by. I felt something was wrong...something wasn't right. It was too peaceful, to quiet. I looked around. A man in swim trunks and a shirt looking our way. I wasn't staring to harshly at him, but he was at us. I held my hand over my hip, with my gun in my light grasp. He turned away and left.