*Brookes POV*
“Wanna go the beach?” A very excited Connor asked from the kitchen. “Sure” I shouted from the couch. I made my way to Connors room where ive been living out of the past week. I put on my strappy teal swim suit from Victoria’s secret and threw on a super sheer swim suit cover up and some Rainbow brand flip flops, and I let my hair down and wore it natural. Connor came in after I was done getting ready and changed into blue and white striped swim shorts from top shop, a bro tank, and a hat.
We walked to the beach from Connors apartment. It was kinda far but I needed the exercise. It took awhile but we got there.
“Lets go in the water” Connor said pouting his lip. “Let’s just chill for a minute” I told him as I rubbed tanning oil on me. “Brooke” Connor pouted. “Connor.” I raised my eye brow at him. Well we know who wears the pants in the relationship. I laid down on the towel and closed my eyes. I could feel Connor watching me. Then I felt two strong arms lift me up bridal style. “CONNOR!” I laughed. He carried me to the water. He went in pretty deep and dropped me in. I came back up to the surface. “Connor!” I yelled and hit his chest, that little bitch. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” He said and kissed my forehead.
I rolled my eyes at him. I loved the beach but I hated the ocean. Sharks are my biggest fear ever. And fish just freak me out. So usually when I go to the beach I go knee deep in the water and that’s good enough for me.
“Seriously Connor, why are we in so deep?” I said as a hung on to his shoulders. “It’s the beach that’s what you do babe. Im a swimmer, Lets swim!” He said. “Lets not” I replied. And started to swim alone back up to the shore, when I felt a pain in my foot. It felt like someone jabbed a knife into my foot. I screamed. “Connor!” I yelled and tried to make my way to shallower water. Connor swam up behind me and carried me out of the water. “What happened? Are you okay?” he asked in a panic. “I think I stepped on something” I was out of breath. He looked at my bleeding foot. “I think you stepped on glass…” he said still panicking. It hurt like a bitch. I hit him in the chest again. He looked confused. “This is your fault you know. There’s a reason I hate the ocean.” I screamed in pain. This pain was unbearable. I just let the tears flow. Connor looked into my eyes, and wiped my tears away. “WE NEED HELP” He yelled to the barley crowded beach. “No we need a hospital” I cried. A middle aged woman ran up to us, “what can I do?” she asked. “Can you drive us to the hospital?” Connor asked trying to keep his cool.
Connors POV
The lady nodded her head and I picked up Brooke and quickly followed the lady to her car. We got in the back seat and I laid Brooke in my lap. She didn’t say one word the whole ride. Just scrunched her face from the pain and cried pretty hard. She tried to catch her breath every once in a while between sobs. I brushed her hair back, and rubbed her back, and whispered “Im sorry” over and over. This is all my fault.
We finally got to the E.R and Brooke got in right away. The doctor took her away and after 30 minutes he got the glass out of her foot. It was from a glass bottle and about 2 inches went into her foot. She got stitches and he put a little bandage on. He let me in the room. Her eyes were open.
“hey baby.” I said tensely, I was sort of freaking out. She just stared at me and sniffled. I went over to her bed and sat on the edge. She patted the small space beside her and I laid down. She kissed me on the cheek and rubbed my neck. I think she is calmer then me, and I think she knows that.
“I’m fine.” She whispered. “Just a couple stitches” She said and kissed my cheek again. “Lets get you out of here” I said and signed a few papers to let her leave. I gave them to the doctor and helped Brooke walk to the door and to Ricky’s car where he picked us up. We both got in the back. “Everyone alright?” Ricky asked obviously concerned. “Yeah I’m fine. Thanks Ricky.” Brooke replied. The rest of the car ride was silent.
