When the Tide Rolls In [COMPLETED]

Chapter Five: If You're Delightful, I'm the Queen of England

The first night that Nick was staying with me was an odd one. There were several tasks we had to tackle before Nick could get comfortably integrated into my home. First up, introducing him to May.

We spent hours at his office discussing the elaborate details of his plans. I even got to pick the guardians of my family.

For my mother, a lovely couple named the Donston's was moved in next door. Only they weren't a nice couple from the Midwest looking for some sun. They were body guards trained to protect at all costs.

For May, we couldn't decide. In more truthful terms, I couldn't decide. May was my sister. How could I agree to have a handsome boy take interest in her or a girl befriend her and then leave once this was all over? It'd break her heart and I couldn't do that to her.

Instead, we decided to figure out a way to explain to May why a strange British man was moving into our home without dropping the fact that she was in danger. We soon figured out that wouldn't work, so we began brainstorming more ideas. After multiple hours, we decided that the best option would be to have her move in with my mother. She'd be far away from me and away from danger.

"You need to call your mother crying and claim you can't take care of her. Just for the summer. May can continue to take her classes and you won't have to break the news that a murderous psychopath is on your tail," Nick stated. He sounded perfectly fine with the situation while I was stuck with my jaw on the floor.

Finally, after talking it through, I called. My mother insisted I be there to send May off. She would only be living an hour and a half away, but to me it felt like a lifetime. I hesitantly agreed, knowing she'd be extremely upset with me.

"It's for the best," Nick murmured, obviously understanding my qualms I had with moving my sister away.

"She's going to hate me," I groaned in the car. Nick had decided to drop me off at the boat and then meet me at my house later that night when May was already gone.

"But she'll be safe. And so will you," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. I had walked to his office so I was thankful he was giving me a ride back now that it was warmer outside.

But there was no way I'd admit that to his face.

We arrived at the boat shortly and I sighed when it came into view. I thanked Nick and grimaced when he sped off, his loud BMW engine practically blowing me over.

I turned my attention back to the boat. My grandfather's boat. It was the last big thing I had to remember him by. Sure I had some of his old dishes, one of his armchairs he insisted on buying but then gave to me when it apparently started to hurt his back. Of course I had old family photo albums and home videos. Yet none of that came close to resembling what a big presence my grandfather had than the boat.

The thought of 'big' led my mind to the twenty-one million dollars I had inherited from him. I began to walk back home, wondering how in the world I was going to use twenty-one million dollars.

First, I decided, I'd pay off college for my sister and I. Then, I'd pay off my mother's house. Of course, some to charity, but I couldn't leave myself without a safety net. So I decided to set the rest aside. It'd be useful eventually.

When I arrived at home, it was around one. The curtains downstairs were opened and I could almost make out May moving about the living room. When I unlocked the front door and opened it, I was greeted with a very unhappy looking teenager.

Her green eyes impaled me as she crossed her arms like a disappointed mother.

"So you're just sending me away?"