Finding Harry

7. Finding a ride

I walk by the beach right next to the ocean not caring if my shoes get soaked by the waves, I finish off the last of my 'party favour' and chuck it into the sand. The effect of the vodka starts to really set in so I walk slightly away from the ocean and sit down on the sand pulling my knees to my chest.

My mind spins and I struggle to keep a single thought going for longer than a handful of seconds, letting out a struggled sigh I give up and lie down. Sand awkwardly scratches at my arms but I keep them by my sides ignoring the uncomfortable feeling and close my eyes.

Soft waves of wind brush against my face as the air starts to cool, Squinting one eye open I see that the sun has set,How long have I been lying here? Letting out a deep breath I close my eye again and continue to drift, allowing my mind to slip into nothingness.

After about fifteen minutes the buzzing in my head starts to subside, I realise whats going to happen when I go back to my grandparent's. I already know my stuffs going to be packed up and waiting for me in the car, The awkward call to my Mom will of been made and she'd of organised a last minute flight back to the city. And when I get back to Seattle it'll be a one way trip to another three months in rehab.

Memories of painful group therapy sessions and constant eyes watching me fill my brain,My face scrunches up and my eyebrows knot together. If I moved closer to the sea would it just take me away so I don't have to deal with whats inevitably waiting for me.

"You shouldn't do that you know, you'll get wrinkles" A strong voice says and I shoot my eyes open ready to use all the strength I can to run from whoever the fuck has come up to me, a girl lying alone on the beach. It's him. The guy who kicked me out from his precious little party.

"What do you want" I roll my eyes at him, He's standing over me looking down at me with a smirk on his face, showing a dimple in his right cheek.

"And if you keep rolling your eyes at me, they might get stuck" He runs his hands through his hair, his voice isn't as intimidating as it was in the cove, come to think of it he doesn't seem as authoritative as he did earlier either.

"Whatever, what do you want?" I repeat and he reaches his hand down to me.

"Listen I saw you drink a lot and I figured I better drive you home than leave you passed out on the beach", I look at his hand and cross my arms over my chest.

"I'm only passed out on the beach because you kicked me out of your ever so exclusive party" His smirk grows into a grin.

"Sorry about that, but seriously let me make it up to you and get you home" I look at him and then at the sea thinking it over.

Oh well if I'm destined for hell when I get back to Seattle I might as well risk an impromptu kidnapping to delay it. I take his hand and am about to lift myself up when he practically launches me up on his own. He picks me up so quickly I lose my footing and slam into his chest, but he uses his other arm to secure my back before I fall down onto the sand again.

He chuckles lightly and I feel his breath on my face, I look into his eyes that are practically the same colour as coal. we stay like this silently breathing for a handful seconds till he releases me from his grip. I brush my jeans down getting rid of the sand on my butt.

"Before I practically risk my life and I get into your car what's your name?" I take a step back putting some space between us.

"Cain" He replies, I nod and start heading off the beach him following close behind me "Don't I get to know your name?".

"Not yet" I smile and gesture towards the cars parked next to the sidewalk "Which one is yours".

Cain makes his way over to a vintage black Dodge Charger and opens the passenger door for me, I raise my eyebrows but nod in astonishment as I walk over and step into the car sitting down on its low leather seats, apart from the faint smell of cigarettes mixed with fresh pine, it is kept completely pristine. He closes the door behind me and walks around to the drivers seat.