Safe in my Hands

Safe in my Hands

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"Screw it," I sigh, flipping my board back around where the island seemed to be calling my name. It was already getting late, and I didn't seem to have much of a choice than to paddle back seeing as the waves seemed to be dead today. Lowering myself down once again, I feel my stomach hit the smooth surface of the surfboard before I raise my left arm, and bring it over the water. Just as I was about to continue my procedure, I feel a slight shift in the current, as if it were pulling me back ever so slightly. Instantly, my face lit up, a determined grin curling onto my face as I crane my neck to face a hill of water, gaining altitude by the second. Just then, I begin to feel myself being tugged back by the current, my body and the board facing some-what downward. And just as i'm about to prop myself up and balance myself on the board, I feel my stance shift, and an avalanche of water come crushing down on me.
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A body swam above me as he moved toward me, oh for heaven sakes! Even stuck in a bottom of the pool I had the disgrace to be saved by him again? What was he even doing here in the first place? Was he stalking me or something? Oh God, I had a stalker like in the movies. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up but my body didn't move an inch. I pushed him away from me and shook his shoulders as I pointed down at my stuck foot. He swam down and tried to unhook the bracelet but he couldn't. He pushed himself up and I thought that he had given up on me. I thought he was a rapist, now that I blew his cover it was a perfect way to get rid of me. I'm going to save myself, I don't need him anyways. I hovered and struggled to get it out. How did this even happen? I was pushed as jerk face returned, my head leaned back as he swam toward me and sneaked his arms around my waist to bring me forward. He plastered our mouths together to give me mouth to mouth breathing and the bracelet suddenly unhooked by itself. The fuck the ancestors think they're doing?

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