Ricky scrambled onto the shore out of the boat that he rowed all the way there.
What the hell, why was that girl there? Did I kill her?
Thoughts raced through his brain, numbing it. He stumbled up the soft sand, breathing hard. He had to find Shawn and ask him where he was the night before. He held his head as he burst through the cabin door.
"Shawn! Shawn!" We wove his way through a group of passed out people with sharpie all over their face. "Shawn!"
"Ricky? What the hell man, it's like, 7 in the morning." Shawn groaned, rolling over on the couch. "And that means it's to early to wake up."
"Shawn this is serious. Where was I last night?" Ricky asked, grabbing his friend's shoulders.
"Ugh, I don't know, you left halfway through. By the way screw you for that."
Ricky lifted his hands, as if to cover his mouth, but didn't. "I-I wasn't there?"
Shawn propped himself up on one elbow. "Nah dude, I don't know what you even did after that." Ricky's hands fell to his sides.
"Oh god. Shit. Shitshitshit!" He shouted while he paced in front if the couch. He felt like he was about to throw up. Did he really have the power to kill? "D-don't come near me!" He shouted all of a sudden. Shawn tried to get up. "No!" "Get away!" He screamed, beginning to back away.
"Dude did someone bring fucking drugs? Chill!" Shawn shouted, storming towards him.
Ricky ran for the door he didn't understand what was racing through his mind but it was something. He jumped in his car, fumbling with the keys. "Ricky!" He heard Shawn's voice vaguely, all he could hear was buzzing and ringing. "Ricky! Are you sure you can drive?" Ricky's vision was becoming blurry, like he was phasing in and out of reality. But he stepped on the gas.
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Below The Waves
RandomGirls, drinks, and loud music. That is what Ricky is expecting when he goes to his friend's cabin party, but when he wakes up, hungover, and floating in a small fishing boat in the middle of the lake he begins to question what really happened the pr...
