Page 59 of Breaking Rules
I was about to whip out my dick, when a girl screamed. A loud commotion ensued.Fuck.I bolted toward the firelight and the spotlights beaming out from my house. A group of kids ran down to the water’s edge.
When I got there, I pushed everyone out of the way. “What’s going on?”
Austin was dodging waves as he headed into the water.
A girl pointed out. “Someone is in the water, screaming for help.”
I spotted Derek. “Man, in the trunk on the patio, get me a flashlight and my rescue can.” A surfboard wouldn’t work, not for rescuing anyone, anyway.
Derek jumped into action while I waded in a ways, watching Austin the best I could in the low light from the moon.
“Hey, man,” I called to Austin. “I’ll have my rescue gear in a second.”
Derek returned quickly, splashing water as he came up to me.
“Keep the light on Austin.” I dove into the water with my rescue can in front of me then kicked like a motherfucker out to Austin. Between my lifeguard training, surfing, and growing up on the water, I knew how to handle the waves. So did Austin. However, even with his expert lifeguard skills, he would need all the help he could get with the violent waves.
As I swam out, I heard choking and coughing on top of the word “help.” When Derek beamed the light on Austin, I sucked in a sharp breath. Just beyond him, Montana was trying to swim toward him. The operative word wastrying. She had had a beer in her hand for most of the night, and she’d said earlier that she could barely swim. If that was the case, then how did she end up in the water?
After a battle with the surf, I finally reached Montana, who was holding on to Austin’s neck for dear life. He didn’t stand a chance if she choked the life out of him. A wave came at me, smacking me to one side and pushing me away from Montana and Austin. I gulped in a large amount of water and began choking. Once the wave passed and my lungs were clear, I attempted to get closer to Austin and Montana.
Austin reached out with one hand. “Hurry, Train. Another wave isn’t far behind.”
I swam closer with my rescue can perpendicular to the shore, which was hard when the waves pushed me in that direction.
“Montana, I want you to grab on to this rescue can. Then I’m going to pull you in.” We were at a lull before the next wave. “Do it now.” I raised my voice. “I got you, baby.” I didn’t see any cuts or bleeding, but it was hard to see.
Austin held her as best he could while she grabbed the rescue can.
“Austin and I will help you in.” Then I pulled her. “I want you to stay calm.”
She nodded.
Austin swam alongside Montana, while I swam and pulled her to shore. When we were close to shore, Derek, Elvira, Reagan, and others raced in to help us. I let out a breath as I pushed to my feet. As soon as I was out and upright, I stalked toward Montana, ready to yell, but stopped in my tracks.
Tears flowed down her face as she shivered endlessly.
Without a word, I lifted her in my arms and marched right into the house and up to the bathroom in my bedroom. As soon as I set Montana down on the sink, Reagan, Elvira, Austin, and Derek came in.
“Austin, can you start the shower?” I asked.
Reagan snatched a towel off the rack and brought it to me.
Montana’s teeth chattered as I wrapped the towel around her. Then I checked her body to make sure I didn’t need to call 9-1-1. But I saw no cuts on her feet, legs, or anywhere else.
“What were you thinking? I asked, trying not to bite off her head. I had to remember that she wasn’t a local. We knew when to stay away from the rough surf and how fierce the undercurrents were. I glared at the girls. “Did you not see her walk down to the shore?”
Steam filled the medium-sized bathroom, which felt tiny with everyone crowding in.
“I went to use the bathroom,” Reagan said.
“And I was talking to someone,” Elvira said. “I’m sorry, Montana.”
Montana’s teeth chattered. “It’s… not… anyone’s fault… but mine.
“I ought to tear off your head.” I glared at Montana’s blue lips. “You’ve been drinking. We don’t drink and swim.”
Austin wiped himself down. “Yeah, girl. It’s just as bad as drinking and driving.”
