I think it’s over, that I’ve survived his wrath again, but then he’s pulling me into his arms. So much hurts that I don’t even try to get away. My shorts and underwear are still around my knees like a bound.
I blink, turning my head and trying to figure out what he’s doing.
I completely freeze when I realize he’s moving toward the deep end of the pool. I thrash, trying to get out of his arms, but they only tighten around me. I beat on his chest, not giving a fuck about the pain moving through the rest of my body.
He only looks at me as if I’m a fly flying into his chest.
And then I really am flying.
Right into the deep end of the pool.
I suck in a deep breath before I hit the water, trying not to panic, but it’s impossible not to.
I sink to the bottom even as I wildly swing my arms and legs, trying to somehow make my way back up to the surface.
Spots form in my vision and my lungs burn as I can no longer hold my breath.
The last thing I remember before passing out is water filling my mouth.