Saving Coralie.

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Coralie and Erin are more like sisters and friends. They've been through everything together, the good the bad and the ugly. Which is why when Coralie kidnaps Erin and takes her to a secluded beach house, Erin gives her the benefit of the doubt. The girls find themselves in Pembrokeshire, the beautiful West coast of Wales, and the beautiful scenery is almost enough to make Erin forget that she's been kidnapped. Almost. She knows that Cor's acting weird and she thinks that she knows why, a memory that she's pushed to the back of her mind that keeps trying to force its way out. The one thing she does know for sure though is that Coralie needs saving. The trip turns out to be more tumultuous than either girl could ever have imagined. A story of love, friendship, grieving and unforgettable summers.

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14. Chapter 14.

Every year on the anniversary of Mr Jenkins’ death there was an unspoken agreement that Cor and I would spend the day together. Obviously it was never directly brought up, that being part of the deal. But every year without fail we’d do something. The first year after he’d gone we’d had a sleepover, but it hadn’t been one of our usual ones, full of pillow fights and music and binge eating. It had been the quiet, den building typing, where we made a huge tepee in her room from white sheets, held up with old pegs and dressing gown ties. We’d sat in there telling each other stories and reading all day and night. Since then we’d found anything to do, going to the cinema, cuddling up for movie days, quiet car rides to the beach. But whatever we did, we did it peacefully, respectfully. It had become a sort of tradition for us and in some ways I felt that it had contributed to building the solid foundations of our friendship, having something that neither of us needed to talk about, both of us just feeling it together.

Which is why my rude awakening of Cor bellowing that breakfast was ready, over the top of her ridiculously loud music, disturbed me in a very peculiar way. It may have been a pretty morbid and unenjoyable tradition but it was ours and it felt strange not to honour it, with screeching tones and pop music first thing in the morning.
“Are you sure you’re not being a tiny bit irrational babe? I mean maybe she is just trying something different this year,” Seb replied when I groggily rolled over in bed to find that he was already blinking himself awake and told him my fears. He shrugged himself closer to me and snaked his arms around me, softly running his fingers up and down my back. My adoration for having my back tickled won the battle of temperaments that threatened to expose themselves after Seb’s insinuation that I was irrational, so instead of arguing with him I nodded, silently agreeing that I did have the tendency to be dramatic. But at the same time I had a little voice in my head asking me what Seb knew anyway.
“We’d better get up before her majesty bellows again,” Seb stopped tracing patterns on my back and my mood threatened to dip again.
“Fine. Let’s crack on with my least favourite day of the year,” I groaned, breaking into a small smile when I recognised how well I was falling into the drama queen role. Seb grabbed my ankles and started to drag me out of the bed and I squealed childishly, kicking out at him.
“You’ve got to hurry up and get dressed before the children next door decide to come over anyway,” Seb laughed out the words as he almost succeeded in pulling me completely off the bed, forcing me to use all my upper body strength to remain where I was.

I opened my mouth to reply but anything I was about to say was drowned out by a bellow of, “Its festival day!” From the doorway, followed by, “I’m sorry I couldn’t babysit him for much longer, he’s too excited today.” Sim and Iddy filled the entire doorway watching our completely context-less struggle.
“What is going on here then?” Iddy smirked, resting lazily against the doorframe, just as Cor popped up from under his arm.
“Guys I called you like three- oh hello what are we watching?”
“Imbeciles,” Seb grinned, letting my ankles fall and running at the others with the purpose of a bowling ball hurtling towards a set of pins at a bowling alley, the others screeching and darting in opposite directions. So much for a peaceful day. Although if I really thought about it, maybe it was a good things that some traditions changed.

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