22. I Mean It. Do You?
I was at the point where my heart was about to fly out of my chest. He slowly slid his hand down my side until he reached my hip. He reached my bikini bottom and his fingers latched onto it. With his other hand, he lifted my chin up, locking his eyes with mine. I sharply looked away. He sighed. My heart stopped suddenly when his hand started tugging at my bikini bottom. The one side reached the middle of my thigh when I managed to scream. I screamed at the top of my lungs which made him flinch a bit. He took his hand away from my bikini bottom and clamped my mouth shut.
"Shut the fuck up before I slip your throat!" He ordered quietly, but still with force. My breathing got louder. My knees went weak and I was about to collapse when a metal door burst open and clattered on the ground, making him let go of me a turn around. Next think I knew, there was a fist against his face and he was sent crashing to the concrete. Someone picked me up, and carried me out of the room. He ran away. I was still in shock and didn't even realise I was crying until a familiar voice started talking to me,
"Jordan, I-I'm so sorry, t-this is all m-my fault!" It was Noah, his voice was stuttering as he began crying. He placed me infront of his car with his head in his hands.
I couldn't get any words out. I was still having a breakdown from what happened. My head was spinning and my vision was going blury. I could just make out Noah's face and saw him with his head in his hand.
"I shouldn't have left you here on your own! I'm such an idiot!"
"Noah, it wasn't your fault!!" I screamed! I could tell I was a bit harsh. I spoke quieter this time, "come on, let's just go?" I whispered.
He told me he loved me when we were in the sea. Did he mean it?
I meant it. I always have.