When the Tide Rolls In [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-Three: Want Me To Kiss It Better?

Nick and I made it into the roof where a helicopter was waiting to take us to the airfield that the Sanduvol private jet was stationed at.

The wind was whipping around us from the forceful strokes of the helicopter blades. Nick set me inside as gently as he could, and then climbed in himself.

"The airfield, and hurry," Nick commanded the pilot.

The doors closed and we took off. I felt my stomach lift as we climbed higher and higher into the air. Finally, I dared myself to peek out of the window.

"Nick, what's that?" I asked, pointing my finger down to an object on the roof. It was black and shaped kind of like a starfish.

"That's our pilot," Nick frowned. He turned his attention to the man in the cockpit.

"Our what?" I screamed, suddenly aware of how dangerous this situation was.

The man flying the helicopter finally spoke.

"Good to finally meet you, sweetheart," he laughed, removing his helmet. I instantly recognized him. Not because I had ever seen him before, but because he looked like me.

"D-dad?" I said, raising my hand to my mouth.

"Mr. Penny, if you don't want to die in a fiery helicopter crash, you should land. Immediately," Nick growled, completely ignoring my panic.

"No problem Mr. Sanduvol, except it might be a little later than 'immediately,'" my father sighed as if this situation was just as troubling for him as it was for Nick and I.

"Where are we going?" I questioned, but my voice was small.

"Well first we're going to fly far out into the ocean and drop off your little boyfriend here. Then we'll head to my house. The gang sure does want to meet you," Mr. Penny smirked.

"Nick, do something!" I exclaimed, right as he lunged for the controls.

I watched in horror as Nick grappled with my father over control of the aircraft. Their faces both twisted into grimaces. Nick threw a punch, but Mr. Penny threw one back. And harder.

Nick tumbled into the cockpit head first, and I watched as a boot kicked right down on his head. He was still.

"Nick!" I shouted, trying to move. My wounds screamed as I attempted to reach him.

"Move and you'll die," his voice taunted me, and I noticed a gun in a holster on his side.

This was it. This is how I died. Or how Nick died. Or both of us.

I sat in silence as I watched the helicopter go from flying above land to over the ocean. The waves far below us promised pain and certain death. By the time we had gotten out far enough to where Nick wouldn't make it back, I was furious.

"This is your stop, Sanduvol," my father laughed.

He began to pick up an unconscious Nick, and I used this distraction to pounce. My hands went for the gun, and they barely grasped it when I was knocked away.

"You idiot. Do you want to die along with him?" my own father snapped at me. But there were no tears in my eyes.

Instead, I grabbed the fire extinguisher off of the side wall and smashed it against his chest. He fell backwards and I took this opportunity to grab the gun. His eyes widened as I pointed it at him.

"Fly us back," I demanded.

Mr. Penny just stared back at me.

"Why are you doing this?!" I cried, tears now on my face.