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I don’t see him…
I don’t fucking see him anywhere!
“Fuck!” I roar, choking on salt like fire in my throat. “Lexington!! Where are you?!”
Diving under, I flail around, panicked. I can’t see anything, it’s too fucking dark.
He was unconscious… Was he even breathing??
Springing out, I yell so loud my voice disappears.
He could be anywhere, and I feel like I’m drowning inside and out. Terror pounds inside my chest, the storm creating a wrath in this ocean that I just can’t fight through.
I swim and swim, screaming and crying.
Lexington!!
Where are you??
I can’t breathe without you…
“Lex?!” my jagged voice echoes…
Just as one last giant wave sends the boat down on top of me.
It’s all my fault…
“Fuck!” I startle awake, immediately launching into a fit of hoarse, painful coughs.
My mouth is so dry it hurts, an agonizing burn running from my throat into my stomach. I can’t breathe and I’m shaking down to my bones, freezing cold and covered in sand.
Where am I??
I’m on a beach… It’s daylight, and I look around, dazed and sore, my skull pounding…
I’m definitely concussed… There’s no way I’m not.
I’ve been hit in the head like a fuckload of times today.
My brain isthrobbing.
But visions are coming back to me. Realization dawning…
The prison. The fireworks… The boat.
Lex.
Where is he?!
Jumping to my feet, I stumble and crash back down, face whipping back and forth. There’s tall grass all around me, low, calm waters leading into what looks like an inlet or something. Maybe someone’s private beach…
Shit. I shouldn’t be here.
But I don’t give a fuck.
“Lex!” I try to scream, but my voice is too hoarse. Barely anything comes out, and I end up coughing for another thirty seconds straight.
Eventually, I manage to stand up, scrambling up and down every inch of the shore in search of Lex or our boat, or any sign that he’s…
