One Love

Chapter 8

I know I shouldn’t of kept pulling, but I couldn’t help it, even as it pulled tighter. I turned and tried to pull my foot up to get it off, but it wouldn’t budge. I started to cry as the pain in my ankle really settled in. I closed my eyes and waited, I didn’t care who came to help just as long as someone did.

            “Baby.” I opened my eyes to Peter right in front of me. Water glistened off his shoulders and face, and his hair was dark and beautiful. His hands went to my cheeks, clearly knowing I was crying. “What happened?” He asked, his voice extremely soothing. He looked at the water, his eyes going wide.

            “What?” I asked.

            “Did you not notice the blood around you?” He asked, his voice getting serious. I looked down and saw he was right. My ankle must be cut really bad. I started to cry harder.

            “It’s my ankle, it’s caught and it keeps tightening when I pull.” He pushed his wet hair back and let my face go with one hand, going into the water in his shorts. “What are you..?” I started to ask before he pulled a pocketknife out. He handed it to me. “Why are you giving me this?” I whispered.

            “I’m just going to feel around your ankle and then I’ll cut you out okay?” I nodded and he took a deep breath before going under. I felt his hands on my ankle and whimpered at the contact. He came up not even out of breath.

            “Is it bad?” I asked, closing my eyes.

            “Open your eyes.” I did as I was told. “I need the knife, you need to stay still okay? It might hurt.” He never answered my question but I nodded and he brushed his hand on my lip as it quivered. Opening the knife he glanced at me once more before going under. I felt his hands around my ankle and I let out a small yelp. I felt my ankle move and I sighed of relief. He came up and looked at me. “We need to go now, your ankle is bleeding bad.” I nodded, starting to swim and let a scream out when I kicked my foot. He rushed over to me, pulling me in his arms making my heart race.

            “I can’t, my foot hurts,” I whined. He got in front of me and wrapped my legs around his body, careful of my ankle. He swam with me on his back all the way back. When we were a lot closer to shore I finally spoke. “I thought you said you didn’t want to swoop in and help me all the time?” I asked, feeling faint.

            “I don’t want to, I have too.”

            “Sam could’ve got me,” I whispered, resting my head on his shoulder, I don’t understand how he’s not tired from carrying me this far.

            “No,” he growled, and I shut my eyes but not my mouth.

            “I don’t quite understand you Peter.” My arms tightened on his chest. He was built and it made my hands feel warm.

            “I don’t understand me either.” I sighed as we got to the shore. He carried me on his back out of the water. Sticking my foot up carefully I looked at the damage. My ankle was cut, dripping blood down my foot onto the sand. I looked away quickly, feeling sick.

            “I’m going to pass out,” I said to Peter.

            “Please don’t, just don’t look at it.” I saw his head turn to look at it. “Fuck princess, it’s bad.” I looked at it again, and this time I felt it happening.

            “Peter,” I whispered, before I fell off of his back and passed out.