The Last Summer

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven.... Kayleb

I grabbed her and pulled her up to the surface. Panic and adrenaline laced through my veins. She was surprisingly lighter than I thought she would be, and I had almost no trouble pulling her to the surface. Did she have eating problems? I wondered. The hard part was making sure that her head stayed above the water. She coughed which was a very good sign. Paxton threw me two life jackets. I took one and strapped her inside of it. Then I quickly put my own on. Carefully, I dragged her around to the back of the boat. With Paxton's help, we were able to lift her up onto the boat. Jaycob was on the phone with an emergency operator. "Okay." He said into the phone.

"Move, here Kayleb take the phone." I took the phone from him and watched as he did CPR on her. The lady on the phone squawked endlessly into my ear.

"And a patrol boat is on it's way." She finished.

"Um okay, see ya." I said and then I flipped the phone shut. I could here the patrol boat coming. Jaycob wasn't giving her the kiss of life anymore (which made me a bit less upset), and he was now pumping her stomach. He was trying to get all the water out of her system. Paxton just sat there. His eyes were fixed on Jaycob. They were full of rage and anger, but at the same time I saw terror and hope as he watched Jaycob keep his little sister breathing. I studied her complexion. I especially studied the tiny scar on her chin.

It came from a childhood accident. She and I had been fooling around on this very boat when we were about seven. We were playing pirate and we had made our own looking glasses out of paper. While she was looking through hers, she tripped over a piece of rope that had been carelessly left out. She towards the side of the boat and hit her chin against the metal things on the side of the boat that you tied rope to so that the boat wouldn't float away. Blood was everywhere. Waverly had started crying. "It'll be okay Waverly. It's just a cut. Here use this." I said handing her a towel. Wordlessly, she took the towel and used it to staunch the flow of blood. I grabbed another towel and some Windex that we always kept in one of the compartments and began to clean off the scarlet trail of blood that she had left. There was still a pink spot on the boat where the nlood had been the most concentrated. We went back inside after I was done cleaning and she ended up having to have five stitches. I went with her to the hospital and held her hand as the doctor sowed her up. That was the day that I really began to like her. Love her even.

"Jaycob." Her melodic voice, now coarse, interrupted my train of thought. "You saved me." She fell back into unconsciousness. Of course, Jaycob was going to take credit for something that I did. Again, even though he's the reason that she drowned in the first place. If he hadn't been trying to impress her and flirt with her, if he hadn't been so careless, then this wouldn't have happened. He put her in danger, and if I knew him, this would not be the first time that I would have to do it this summer. Until she came to her senses, I would be following her around like a lost puppy dog, waiting for her to find what she really needed inside.