Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

01

Today was a typical day. I was sat in Sandra's apartment watching Netflix, when she emerged from her room wearing a bikini, her brown hair fell to her bare shoulders.

"Damn girl, where are you goin?" I asked and she laughed.

"We're going to the beach silly." She said rolling her eyes.

"What? Today?" I asked and she looked at me like I was stupid.

"Yes, today now go get changed." I rushed out off the couch.

"Where's Mike? Is he coming?" I asked as I walked away

"He can't, he's got a class right now. I'll tell him to come when he's free." She told me.

"I can't believe you haven't been to the beach since we've gotten here." She said adjusting her bikini. The beach wasn't really my favourite place to go.
Not since the last time I was in LA.

"What am I gonna wear?" I said looking through her closet.

"You can wear this." She held up a blue bikini.

"You are very funny. Ha Ha." I said fake laughing.

"C'mon. We're going to the end of the beach where no one goes and only like surfers go and they only surf in the morning."

"I will wear this dress and this here cardigan." I said picking them out of the pile clothes. The dress was a light blue sundress that fell right at my ankles and the light cardigan was big which I wrapped around my body, it was pretty chilly outside. I wrapped my hijab loosely around my head and threw on some sandals.

I packed the towels and sunscreen for Sandra, she was so forgetful, then we took an uber to the beach. My nose caught on the smell of the salt water as we got closer. The beach was empty as my feet feet met the warm sand.

"Fuck, that's hot!" Sandra screamed when she felt the sand. She then looked at me and smirked.

"Last one to the end of the beach is a pornstar!" She yelled running in the other direction.

"Why a pornstar!" I screamed running after her. We were both screaming as we ran, the sand burning the bottom of our feet. I lifted my dress revealing my bare legs as I raced after her. She was too far gone and I gave up.

"Maybe I wanna be a pornstar!" I yelled and I heard her laugh out loud from a distance.

I finally caught sight of her as she ripped off her jeans revealing her bare legs and she threw off her shirt. She has such an amazing body, I was surprised a guy hasn't already swept her off her feet. She leaped into the water and I sat on a bench and watched her.

"Get your ass in the water." She yelled and I flipped her off. "Cmon, there's no one here."

I looked around and still shaked my head. I didn't feel like swimming, I just wanted to enjoy the view and relax. I brought a few of my books along with me and continued to read where I had left off. I didn't want to pay attention to where i was. I didn't want to remember. 

I still felt a little uneasy remembering the last time I was here. I could remember me and him splashing our feet in the water, him lifting me in my arms and us chasing each other. It was almost 2 years ago, I needed to stop .

"You could loosen up a bit. Enjoy the breeze for once. Tell me, when was the last time you felt the breeze through your hair." She asked when she returned minutes later to take a sip of water, water droplets falling from her hair.

"Um, the last time I turned on the fan at home." I said.

"See." She said and we both laughed.

"Have some fun." She said nudging me before running back into the waves.

I let my hijab fall to my shoulders, but before I did, I checked again that no one was around. I pulled out my long hair and it was already taken by the wind. The cool breeze calmed me and I closed my eyes and lowered my cardigan a bit showing my shoulders. I stayed like that and took deep breaths.

"Malika?" A deep voice said behind me.

I know that voice. It didn't sound real enough for me to want to open my eyes and see who it was. My brain played tricks with my all the time.

They called my name again, but this time they sounded closer and louder. I turned around on the bench and my eyes looked into theirs.

"G-grayson." His name barely being able to leave my mouth.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.