Bite

Blair

I got out of the car, my teal suitcase behind me. My father didn't bother getting out. He just rolled the window down as I closed my door.

"Go to the harbour. It'll be a 4 minute walk. Your Aunt will be there, waiting." My father told me. He reversed in his hyundai without the dents that had been there only a few weeks ago.

He turned round and drove off without an 'I love you' or 'It'll be over before you know it'. No, My father had been like that since..... since.

My throat constricted and tears threatened to fall. No. Don't go there Blair, I told myself.

I walked to the harbour with my thoughts threatening to break me. I stopped and took a deep breath before my face froze into a mask-like state. I continued walking, my head held high and the wind nipping at my bare stomach, as the wind lifted my t-shirt up. The wind in Scotland was terrible but I supposed I had to get used to it. I was living here for a whole academic year. Well, not here but on an island off this coast of Aberdeen.

I nearly broke the heel on my stilettos, courtesy of a lose rock. I began cursing the rock, drawing a few stares from locals. I ignored them, took both stilettos of and shoved them into my rucksack before entering the harbour. It was...... not what I was used to. No fancy yachts.No cruise ships. Only little, dingy fishing boats and no Aunt Jodie.

I sat on the pier, if that's what you could call it. The paint was peeling and half of it had fallen off and escaped into the murky brown water. I felt sick. This was not for me. After living in a Manor House in the country of England this was the scum on the bottom of my shoe. I was also really annoyed that my father was having tea with the prime minister on his yacht. Here I was, though. Doing my time after.....Bella. I gulped.

Before I could delve further into my memories, a boy that I knew all too well appeared.

"Ronan!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck. He chuckled, returning the hug.

"Blair! It's great to see you." Ronan told me, looking at my attire. He winced." You'll need to change. It's quite cold in Ailena." He told me causing me to huff.

"Fine." I looked around for a place to change.

"What's wrong?" Ronan asked, confused. He looked like a teddy bear with his chubby cheeks, not a 17 year old boy. Not like the Captain of the football team but that's what he was.

"I'm looking for a place to change,"I told him, kneeling beside my suitcase and opening it. Ronan could look for a place. I rummaged around a bit more before grabbing a long sleeve t-shirt, jeans, knee high boots and my favourite gilet.

Ronan looked around and then smiled. I back up after closing my suitcase. I followed his gaze.

"Found anywhere?" I asked him. He nodded, pointing to a small boat. Like the pier, the paint was peeling off. There was an inner space for the captain and one other person.

"That's our boat. You can quickly change in there." He told me.I nodded and walked towards the small boat.

"Wait, it's-." Ronan shouted, running towards me and the dingy little fishing boat. I turned my head as I put one foot on the boat and it moved out. I screeched as I lost my grip on the pier and fell into the water.

I took a deep breath. Big mistake. Cold water flooded my senses and I flailed around to the top. I coughed, my teeth chattering.

"Ahh!" I screamed as I felt something on my leg." Something's on me! Help!" I called to my cousin. He looked like he was struggling not to laugh. He had somehow made it onto the boat.

He threw me a rope and I swam to it quickly and clambered onto the boat. I took deep breaths.

Ronan took a piece of plastic off my leg. I probably looked like a drowned rat. I smiled sheepishly.