The Ocean Prince (Completed)

Chapter Seventeen

I rushed out of there and headed to the seashore.  I hated them.  I hated them both for being such assholes.  The only thing that right now helped me with my stress was the sound of the waves.  I was tired of this bullshit. I was tired of the loneliness, the incivility of this whole situation.  I was growing tired of the island and of the boys in general.  I just wanted to go home. 

“Papi!  Papi, I’m here.  I’m right here!  Why can’t you see me?” I shouted at the waters.  The sun was a burden.  I hated the sun, the sand, and the water, I hated it all.  I fell on my knees and sank in the sand.  I cried and cried.  I couldn’t believe what had just happened.  Why me?  Why?

I heard loud panting behind me and it was Nicholas.  Nicholas, Nicholas, always f*****g Nicholas.

“Karina?” He said.

“Leave me the f**k alone, you woman abuser, mother fucker,” I said angered.

“Karina, please.  I didn’t mean to hit you.  I didn’t even see you there until…”

“Until what?  Until what, huh?  What are you blind?  Who the hell else is here?” I shouted to the top of my lungs.  I stood up to face him.  I wasn’t going to let him get away with what he did.  I was angry, furious and I felt that a storm was growing inside of me, a storm that would destroy everything in its path.  I was the storm.  Nicholas approached me and tried to grab hold of my arms.  I pushed him harshly.

“Don’t you touch me!  Don’t you f*****g ever touch me again!” I shouted.

“Karina.”

“Noooooo!”

“Karina please.  Don’t do this.  I know you’re mad.  I know I was wrong.  I was so f*****g wrong.  I’m sorry.  I should have known, I should have seen, but when I saw him slap you I…”

“You decided to beat the s**t out of me too?” I screamed.  He shook his head with force and he raised his voice at me.

“No. No.  Never.  Never.  I… I lost control, but I swear I would never do that to you.  Who saved your life?  Who cured you?  Who fed you?  Please…” He said begging.

“I can’t even stand to look at you,” I screamed back at him.  He came to me with force, held on to my arms.

“Let me go.  Let me the f**k go,” I shouted struggling to escape his arms.

“Please don’t do this to me.  Do you want to hit me?  Go ahead, hit me.  Hit me,” he said.

“Let me go!” I shouted out loud at him.  He let me go.  I slapped him in the face as hard as I could.

“You’re right.  I deserve that,” he said. I slapped him again and then I beat his chest and he didn’t even defend himself.  He was taking the beating I was giving him.  Tears streamed down his eyes and mine.  I was a horrible person, but I didn’t give a damn, hitting him, slapping him on the face and screaming at him felt good.  His face was red and so were parts of his strong, muscular chest.  I hit him until I couldn’t hit him anymore.  Then I fell again on the sandy ground.  He dropped a few seconds later.   He grabbed my chin and looked at me straight in the eyes.  I could see his blue eyes in tears.  I felt a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.  It felt good to hit him, but at the same time, I also felt like s**t.  His ocean tears rolled down his cheeks.  I started to whimper a bit.  With one hand he grasped my chin to look at me and with the other he pressed his fingers gently on the one line, one stream of tears and wiped it away.  I didn’t want to see him.  I closed my eyes.

“Please listen to me,” he said.

“I am listening.”

“Open your eyes so that I can know that you’re listening to me,” he said.

“My eyes have nothing to do with my ears,” I replied.

“Karina please.”

I opened my eyes and saw him again.  God, he was so beautiful with his straight, red-brown hair, his blue eyes, his long, straight nose, his juicy lips.  I hated him for looking so damn good and for being nice to me despite everything.

“It was a mistake that should never have happened, but it did.  I f****d up,” he said.  Then he shook his head and continued.

“I will never, ever again do something like that to you ever,” he said.  I closed my eyes because I needed the tears to drop from my eyes again.  Then, I opened them.

“Listen to me.  You have every right to be angry with me.  I won’t ask you not to be, but I beg you, from the bottom of my heart, from the depths of my soul to please forgive me.  I beg you please, because, I don’t think I can go on living my life if you’re angry with me.  That is the worst thing that can ever happen to me, in my entire life. Please,” he said.  I closed my eyes again.

“I can live without my parents, I can live alone here for the rest of my days if you leave, but I cannot live knowing that you hate me.  That would be too much for me to bare. Please,” he said.  I nodded finally giving in.

“Okay.  Okay,” I said.  Nicholas wiped away my tears and then he touched the area where he had hit me.  Then he started to kiss that area until he reached my mouth.

“I’m sorry.  Let me love you, please,” he begged.  He kissed me in my mouth.  First, it was a gentle touch of the lips and it was nice.  Then it progressed.  I opened my mouth and his tongue invaded me like Napoleon invading Spain.  His tongue just traveled in me and conquered.  I had forgotten about the punch and the slap.  I didn’t care about Camilo, if he was watching or not, if he was wounded or left behind, I didn’t give a s**t about anything.  My body suddenly ached with a pang of hunger.  A hunger that needed nourishment and a hunger that had nothing to do with food.