Dark Embrace

11

"Let's go." He grabbed my wrist, forcing me to leave with him and also ignored the ocean of questions thrown at him from the people in the room who were just as confused and surprised as I was. He just shot that poor man because he gave me his number. He was more than deranged, he had lost it. I didn't even have time to protest before he dragged me out of the room like a rag doll.

He opened the car door and forced me into the front seat.

"Don't move." He bit out.

I sat there, frozen, as he slammed the door shut behind me. My heart was thumping against my ribcage. I was completely freaked out. What in the blooming nightmare is this? One minute, I'm getting a phone number from a cute guy, and the next, my psycho companion is shooting him.

He got in the driver's seat, his face the same as always; stoned.

I swallowed hard, trying not to make any sudden movements. I didn't know what he was capable of, but I knew I didn't want to find out. "W-where are we going?" I stuttered.

He didn't answer, just stepped on the gas and drove out of the parking lot. I gripped the door handle, my knuckles turning white as I tried to hold on. This was wilted. I had to get out of here. But how?

I closed my eyes tightly as he started driving crazy and my grip on the door handle tightened. The car suddenly stopped after hitting a bump, I slowly opened my eyes to observe my surroundings; beach houses, beach sand, I turned my gaze to the sound of waves crashing the shore and saw water. Confusion swirled in me and my gaze landed on him as to know why we were here but he shot me a cold eye, I immediately dismissed the questions I had and gripped the door handle, hoping I would leave this nightmare soon.

The door on his side opened, and he stepped out and walked around to my side. Before his hand could open the door, I pulled it back with my hand. I didn't look up at the window and just focused on the door handle but he started struggling with the door and my little hands couldn't hold onto it any longer The door opened and without words, he dragged me out. My legs were finding it difficult to walk since he was holding my wrist and was walking fast so my knees were grazing against the sand, which was hurting. It dawned on me that he was heading towards the water.

"Hey, let me go, where are we going?" I tried to stand on my feet and release my hand but it was no use. I started protesting for him to let me go but my protests soon turned to pleads as we got closer to the shoreline because there were two things I was afraid of; seeing people die in front of me without being able to do anything and getting drowned cause I couldn't swim.

"Please, why are you doing this?" Hot tears streamed down my face. We soon entered the water but he was still walking. Everywhere was dark cause it was midnight, and I couldn't sort anyone for help. He suddenly stopped and stared ahead. We had gotten so deep into the water that I couldn't stand in it, I wrapped my hands around him from behind, using his support so my head wouldn't go under the water. He broke free from my grip and I almost fell into the water but he caught me by my waist and we stood like that for seconds. His body was tensed, he was angry but it didn't show on his face. He doesn't get to be angry, he just killed someone and will do the same to me too if we don't leave soon.

"Please, let's get out of the water, I can't..." Swim. Before I could complete what I wanted to say he positioned me to the front and he was behind, holding my dress from behind. My legs were still fighting to gain balance in the water.

"What are you...?" I suddenly felt something grabbed my hair from behind. His hand.

He gripped my hair tightly, his fingers tangling in the strands. I winced, trying to pull away, but he held firm. "Don't move." He said.

What was he doing? Why were we in the water? I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat.

He pulled my head back, his grip on my hair tightening. I have never been this scared my entire life, not even when I lost everything and didn't know how to move on. "Remember what I said earlier? That you will be getting punished but not by my bullets. That's the reason we are here." What? Getting punished? Before I could say a word, I had my head under the water. My hands tried to grab any part of him but couldn't. I panicked and started thrashing about, desperate to surface.

He grabbed me again, pulling me up. I gasped, coughing. "Please," I begged, my voice shaking. "Stop."

My head was under the water again and out. I wasn't given time to breathe properly before he dipped my head into the water again. Again. Again. Again. Again. My body was starting to feel numb and I stopped struggling. I felt my consciousness slipping away. It was then I realized that I wouldn't make it out of this alive. Just like that, my life was slipping away, like sand between my fingers. Memories of happy moments with Ashely flooded my mind. My heart slowed and my breathing was weak. I screwed up and I'm paying for that by getting drowned. I deserved it. I embraced everything and my surroundings went black.

See you soon, Ashley. I hope you spread your arms wide to welcome me even though I don't deserve it. Mommy is sorry.