Pain;Living

07

Her head poked above the water.
"What the fuck?"
She turned her head towards the 'shore'.

"What?"

She made her way towards them, pushing her hair behind her ears.

"Are you insane?"

"No isn't he the insane one?"
She pointed at the Hocksetter boy.

"Shut up" he rolled his eyes.

Water poured from her soaked clothes as she pulled herself out of the water.
"You lied by the way" she rung her shirt out.
"Were you trying to kill yourself?"

"Of course not, I wanted to see what would happen, no tendencies of suicide."

He walked up to her and grabbed her face making her look him in the eyes.

Her make up was fading off her cheeks.

"I like it rough."
"I bet you do" he let go of her face and they all began stripping their shirts.

"What are you doing?"

"Swimming."
She nodded.
Stripping her clothes as they stripped theirs.

Ringing them out she laid them on a rock to dry.
Bruises and scars littered her body, mainly the torso.

Patrick stares at her like she were prey.
"If Id known it was this easy to get you undressed I would've brought you here sooner."

She rolled her eyes and got in the water.
She swam around as the boys jumped on each other and splashed water.
"Hey love come over here" Patrick yelled.

"I'm good thanks!"
She turned started to relax her body and floated when a hard pressure forced her under the water.

Water flooded her nose and burned.

She got above the water to see a laughing Patrick.

"Fuck you!" She splashed water at him and into jumped up on him forcing him under the water jokingly.
She didn't know what came over her as she forcefully held him under the water.

He struggled to get above and they gang soon noticed.
"You're gonna fucking kill him!"

"Get off of him!"

"What the fuck!?"

They pried her off of him, with everything they had as their nails dig into her arms.

She let go and stared as his head popped from under the water.
He coughed and huffed water poured out of his nose and mouth.

Patrick composed himself and slowly walked towards her.
She fully expected him to drown her but instead his thumb grazed her jaw.

They stared at each other with direct eye contact.
With his other hand he pushed her hair behind her ear.

She was real.

He wanted her, because she was just like him.
Maybe not in all ways but it many.

He leaned in and smashed his mouth onto hers  sloppily.
As shocked as she was she pushed herself into him.
The kiss wasn't full of love or passion, but lust, or need.