Chapter 8
1068 Words
Alive
Penelope's pov
My heart throbbed. I heard someone shout. It made me swim harder away, even though the giant and gushing waves were electrifying and scary.
I may have learned to swim before, but the ocean is different in an athlete-size pool.
The tortoise waves continuously rocked me roughly back and forth. My arms were already throbbing in pain, and I couldn't count how many times the water went to my throat and nose.
It was scary. All the more that everything was really dark. Even the sky was so dark and disturbing.
I looked back, but I couldn't see the island anymore. I don't even know how many minutes I spent swimming. It's a miracle that I'm still alive.
My eyes widened when I saw a new more giant waves coming in my direction. I tried to avoid it or at least prepare myself. But it hovered and drowned me.
The humming of the waves rang in my ears until everything went silent. Cold filled my lungs, and blood clouded as I opened my eyes. I tried to reach the exit in the overwhelming darkness, but every part of me had no strength anymore. I couldn't breathe properly either, as air was being sucked out of my body.
I felt like it was the end of me.
I closed my eyes as memories flashed behind my eyes.
Pierre's pov
"Sir!"
My heart thudded as I heard it.
"Miss Penelope wasn't in her room!"
I clenched my jaw and immediately ordered my men to find her in every part of the mansion as I was trying to find her too. I did it in a fast pacing heartbeat.
"What's going on, Pierre?" Ivan asked.
"Pierre?" Diana held my arm, but I swayed it away. Her lips parted.
I ran my hair through my hair. "Penelope wasn't in her room."
"Huh?" they all chorused.
"Oh? I saw her outside earlier. I thought…you let her."
My eyes glued on Stephen with antonishment. She went out?
"W-wait! Where are you going, Pierre?! It's damn night and stormy!"
I ran outside. The thought that she swim in the ocean scared the sh*t out of me.
I want to laugh and pity myself. Because it's the same feeling that I felt it when she left before. She's the only person who can make me feel it.
"What the heck, Pierre? Are you going to swim?" Rico stopped me before I could go to the waves.
"I need to find her, Rico."
I couldn't think straight. I just wanted to find her. I need to. Because if something bad happens to her, I know I won't blame anyone but myself. I don't think I can even forgive myself.
"You will die before you can even find her. You're not a good swimmer—"
I pulled his collar in frustration. "I don't care, Rico. I need to find her." I firmly said to him.
The thought that she knows how to swim couldn't calm me down. I saw how she was trained by her coach, but this is different!
"What the heck are you two fighting for? Hop in!" Stephen with Ivan in the boat. I hastily went in.
"Fred! Follow us!"
I bit my lips while wandering my eyes through the dark, infinite water. I looked at the sky. It was dark and raining so hard too.
I balled my fists as seconds passed, but we still couldn't find her.
I know she hates me. I know that she badly wanted to go back. But why does she have to do this? This is like suicide!
Why is she always so desperate to leave me? Is she that disgusted? Is she loathing me so much?
What can I do to make her stay?
"Pierre, I'm sorry I didn't know—" I didn't let Stephen finish his words.
"We won't go back without her." I announced.
Penelope's pov
What is this feeling?
What is this warm…
I slowly lifted my eyes. The first thing I saw was the majestic view of the clear sky from the window. Is this heaven? I closed my eyes, then turned, still half asleep.
Seconds passed until sweat formed on my forehead as everything became clearer to me.
I slowly lifted my eyes again. My mouth gaped when I saw myself in an unfamiliar room. Unlike the first room, this is better and livelier.
I rose and touched my skin. I am alive?
Before I could process everything, someone knocked on the door.
The familiar young servant peeked at the door. Her eyes widened when she saw me already awake. Before I could ask her anything, she flashed out of my sight.
She's Pierre maid…am I Island in the again?
I sighed and roamed my eyes around the room.
Whose room is this? Why am I here? Who saved me?
I have a lot of questions, but I think… I need a bath right now to clear my mind.
I smiled when I saw the bathroom fully organized and better. There's even a bathtub! And whoever prepared the warm water should be praised well.
I soaked my body in it while trying to remember everything. My body trembled as I remembered how I almost died. I was already there.
But why am I still alive right now? How did they find me? Did…Pierre save me?
I bit my lips while playing with the bubbles.
Should I thank him?
"Of course, but wouldn't it be awkward---" my words cut off when the slide door of the bathroom harshly opened and it exploded Pierre. He was panting as if he ran a marathon.
My eyes widened. And in instincts, I immediately covered my body with my hands. Thinking it would really be good enough.
"What the hell are you—"
I was taken aback when he moved in to me and pulled me for a hug, unbothered by my naked body or the water that made him soak wet.
My heart hammered. Before I could listen to it more, I pushed him away with my body. But he didn't flinch. He just let go of me and cornered me with his arms on both sides of me.
"W-what are you doing—"
He interrupted me again. My mind went blank when he kissed me with his tightly shut eyes.
"You made me worried." he whispered in between.
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