The Fighter (Barrett Boys Book 2) by Jordan Ford

Author:Jordan Ford [Ford, Jordan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Forever Love Publishing Ltd
Published: 2021-01-19T16:00:00+00:00

27

Loud sobs and Quiet Hugs

If he’s expecting me to answer him, he’s insane.

How am I supposed to speak past the screaming in my heart?

My head is vibrating, images assaulting me.

Being under the water was terrifying.

All I could see were two bloated faces, void of life—a Chinese man and an Australian woman, their lifeless gazes haunting me.

“Kena.” Deeks’s voice is more urgent now. He shakes my shoulder, but still I can’t respond. I’m staring at nothing. Seeing everything. The water clings to my skin, taunting me.

Deeks pulls himself out of the pool, water cascading off his clothes like a rainstorm. I flinch away from it, my chest heaving.

“Come on.” He bends down and hauls me out like I’m a child refusing to do as she’s told.

Fuzzy cheering and music is going on around me, but I can’t focus on it.

My teeth start to chatter, my legs buckling when my sodden boots hit the concrete.

He sweeps me up, walking around the pool to quickly snatch our things.

“Hey, don’t leave yet. The party’s just getting started” comes a distant voice from the pool.

Deeks struggles to unlatch the gate. I can’t help him.

I can’t move.

Mom! Dad!

I scream for them to come back, but they’re gone. Lost in the depths of the ocean.

Silent sobs rack my body.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Deeks’s arms are strong beneath me.

He’s puffing as he rushes to the car. My boots swing like pendulums, my computer bag slapping against his thigh. I can hear it.

Slap, slap, slap.

“Can you talk yet?” He’s sounding scared. Urgent. Worried.

Placing me on my feet by the car, he leans me against it, holding my face and staring down at me.

“Breathe. Okay? I just need you to breathe.”

I pull a small breath in through my nose, but I can’t stop shaking.

“It’s okay,” he whispers yet again.

There’s a police car parked behind the Echo. Deeks glances at it, then over his shoulder before searching my pockets for the keys. Digging them out, he unlocks the passenger side and gently guides me in. He even buckles my seat belt before racing around the car and slipping behind the wheel.

Breaths are punching out of him. His hands are slightly shaking.

I’m starting to notice things. Starting to absorb the sounds around me as my senses remind me that I wasn’t about to drown in that water.

I held my breath. I swam to the edge, just like I’d been taught as a kid.

I wasn’t trapped beneath a boat. I wasn’t out at sea not wearing a life jacket because it was just a pleasure cruise on a sunny day.

My lungs burned a little as Deeks held me under, hiding us from the cops, but I was freaking out before I even hit the water. I haven’t even had a bath since my parents died. Showers are different—it’s like standing in the rain—but submerging myself in a body of water?

I touch my chest, that silent sob finally gaining traction and punching out of me.

Did it hurt to drown?

How much did my parents

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