Evan turned on the motor after the two of us were settled on the jet ski. I was aware that he was probably already having fun with my arms around his waist, and the fact that I was in a bikini probably made it even more fun for him. "You better be having fun back there," Evan said, shaking his head. "Look at us-- risking our lives just to make Alli happy."
"Just go please," I said.
And we did. The ski sped up, splashing water all around us. Evan was right. The waters were a little rough, which kind of made me feel a little dizzy after a while, but I trusted him with this because he's been doing this all his life. I looked up at the grey sky, and I felt a raindrop fall on my cheek. Soon, it was drizzling, and It was the first time in my life that I was surrounded by everything water. The thought exhilarated me as we glided on the water, just following the coastline. I hugged Evan waist even tighter the ride became rougher. "Slow down!" I shouted above the roaring engine. By then, the rain intensified, lowering our visibility.
"I can't see!" He yelled.
"Just pull over to the right. The beach is right there!" I told him. And tried to steer the jet ski to the right, the waves helping us get there. We're going to be alright, I thought to myself, and I hoped that we would get there safe.
But the odds were against us, and nature was just too powerful. A giant wave was strong enough to capsize the jet ski, sending me and Evan into the cold water. There was a shot of pain that ran through my leg. I inhaled water in as I fell, and panicked, I used all of my strength to push myself up to the surface and gasped for air, coughing up any water that was inside of me. "Evan!" I tried yelling, but the rain made it hard for me to see. "Evan!" I yelled again, and another wave of water crashed on me, sending me back underwater. Water got inside of me once more though my nose, and I felt as if my lungs were about to explode. So this was what they meant by sinking feeling. I felt myself being carried away by the waves, my body helpless and without a chance to fight back. And just when I was about to sink into unconsciousness, I felt someone pulling me up. A savior. A hero. I let myself sink into unconsciousness, for I knew that I was going to be safe.
I woke up in my bedroom.
It took me a few seconds to recall what had happened. I almost died, but someone saved me. Grandma knows. And if Grandma knows, then my parents must also know. I got out of bed and found myself dressed in pajamas. I was embarrassed because Grandma must have changed me into these. I also found a bandage on my leg. I must have cut myself when I fell into the water. No big deal.
I went to the kitchen, hoping that Grandma was fine. She was preparing dinner. When she saw me, her eyes watered, and she took me in her arms. "You're up," she exclaimed.
I hugged her back. "Yeah," I said.
"Never ever do that again! On a weather like this, you could drown out there!"
"I'm sorry," I said, pulling away. "It was my fault." It really was. I shouldn't have pressured Evan to take me out jet skiing, but my anger took over me, and I wasn't thinking right.
"Yeah, it was," she said, going back to cooking. "I should've told your parents."
"Should've?" I asked. I wouldn't be surprised if she did, but I heard clear. I just wanted to make sure.
"Yes, dear. But I didn't. I wanted you to stay here a little longer." She smiled softly.
I gave her a quick embrace again. "Thank you so much."
"Oh no, don't thank me. Thank the person who saved you. He's in the living room."
Still, my heart was fluttering that Grandma did not get me in trouble with my parents again. Even if we're now in good terms, I knew that one stupid mistake was enough to ignite the hatred that they had for me.
