Page 19 of Tide
“I’m scared, Tide.”
“I know you are. It’s gonna be okay. The guys will find us.” He sounds so sure of that when no one knows where the hell we are. We were taken, kidnapped. The thought causes my stomach to turn, and I tighten my fingers around his belt loop.
“You don’t know that. They don’t know we’re here,” I whisper as tears slowly fall down my cheeks. I’m thankful they removed the gag before leaving us here, so at least I can talk to him.
“They’ll find us. You just have to stay calm.”
“I’m freezing, Tide.”
“I know. Just stay as close to me as you can,” he tells me. I scoot a little more, pressing my body against his as much as I can. I can feel his warmth seeping into me, and I sigh.
“Talk to me, Mylah.”
“About what?”
“How’s Rebel doin’?”
“He’s doing well. He’s almost ready to go home with you.”
“Is that right? I can’t wait to get him. Where was Riley?” He asks. I wish Riley had been home with me, but he was at the kennel with Bella today.
“With Bella. I should have brought him home.”
“It’s okay. Who knows what they would have done to him? He’s better off there.”
“He’s a trained protection dog.”
“That wouldn’t stand a chance against a bullet. He’s better off,” he tells me. He’s right. He wouldn’t have made it if one of those assholes had shot him.
“Tell me more.”
“About what?”
“Your family. What are they like?”
“They live towards Atlanta. I don’t see them as much as I’d like, but they’re great. They always supported me in what I wanted to do. I have one brother.”
“What’s he like?” I laugh a little.
“Overprotective. He hated Christian when they first met. Said he wasn’t the man for me,” I tell him.
“He’s right. He isn’t the man for you. I am.”
“Can we not talk about that right now?” I can’t do that. I can’t talk about what we did and how I hurt Christian. Not now.
“We’ll have to talk about it one day,” he says. I nod my head and press my body closer to his.
“I know. Just not like this,” I tell him.
“Okay. Tell me more. Tell me about your life growin’ up.”
“I was a brat. I used to sneak out of the house. I would disobey my parents. I would sneak out and drink. I was a bad kid,” I laugh a little.
“Nah, you were just growin’ up. We all do shit when we’re younger.”
“What about your parents?”
“They died when I was younger. Didn’t have them around much when I was an adult. I miss them, though.”
