The second chance love

Spain

Carley

We have two weeks left of our trip before we have to go back home and face reality, leaving this dream of summer behind. It feels like I am in this amazing dream and consciousness is pulling at me, telling me it is time to wake up, but I fight against it, trying to stay in this fantasy just a little while longer.

Tristan is asleep in our cabin, exhausted after hours of trying to fuck me in every position the Kama Sutra has to offer. I, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. Instead of lying awake and staring at the roof, I decided to go for a walk on the deck, breathe in the salty air of the ocean. It is dark outside, not much to see other than the dark water with the islands in the distance, so far away that I can't even see them, but I know we aren't too far away, seeing as we left Spain just two days ago. Still, the view is breath-taking, reminding me how big and scary the world can be out there, but here, with Tristan by my side, I feel powerful, like nothing can touch me.

A noise, like a creak in the wooden floorboards of the deck, makes me turn, expecting Tristan to be standing behind me, instead, it is someone else, a boy that looks a few years older than me. "Sorry, I couldn't sleep." I tell him, not really sure why I feel the need to explain myself, but for some reason, I don't really feel so powerful or safe anymore.

"Is that the excuse you are going to use when Tristan realizes you aren't in the room anymore?" He asks and I look at him in confusion. "Don't pretend to be so innocent all of a sudden. I saw the way you look at me, no need to be shy now." He says and I open and close my mouth like a fish. I need to get out of here, something isn't right with this guy. I try to step to the side, but he cages me in with his arms, leaning in close.

"Please, let me go." I tell him, but my voice is soft, stuck in my throat as fear claws at it.

"I was wondering when you would get a time away from that selfish prick. But looks like you finally found a way to sneak off." He keeps moving closer, his body pressing against mine, making my back press painfully against the railing. "Fuck, you have teased me for two fucking months and it is taking everything in me to not fuck you right here and now, but I want to take my time. I know you don't really like it when he takes you hard and fast. I knew from the first time he took you out on the deck, that you didn't like it, though you are very good at pretending." He keeps talking and I try to look for a way out of this. I want to scream, but my throat feels like there is a fist wrapped around it, closing off my airpipe. I lift my hands to try and push him away, but he is tall and packs far more muscle than I do. I push as hard as I can, but it doesn't even move him an inch back, instead, he pushes his leg between mine, making it impossible for me to knee him in the balls.

"Please, just let me go or I promise I will scream." I tell him, but he only smiles, making it clear that he loves the idea of me screaming. I start to cry, like a helpless little girl and I am sure that I am seconds away from vomiting on this asshole. "Tristan will fucking kill you if you don't let me go."

"He won't put a finger on me, because you are going to keep your filthy little mouth shut. If you think about telling him anything, I will make sure he knows how badly you wanted this. The only one he will hate is you." The boy sneers at me and I hate that I shrink back. Fuck this shit. I open my mouth, ready to scream my lungs out for Tristan, or anyone to hear me, but before any sound can escape, the boy slams his lips to mine. My mouth is open, my scream begging to be let out, but he pushes his tongue past my lips and I nearly choke as he forces his taste into my mouth. He doesn't taste terrible, but I can taste the alcohol on his tongue and the strong taste makes my eyes water. I try to twist my face, but he grips my head, holding me in place. My back is going to be bruised from the way he is pressing me against the railing and if he presses just a little bit harder, I am afraid that we might tip overboard.

"What the fuck is this?" Tristan says from not too far away and relief floods me. The boy pulls away, but he doesn't let me go. "Get your hands off my woman." Tristan says and I try to look past the boy, to beg Tristan to see that I didn't want this, but the boy covers my body, making it hard to look past him.

"Can't you see we are a bit busy?" The boy asks, but the next second he is ripped off me, thrown to the floor and Tristan is standing between us, his back to me. He is breathing hard, his body tense. I want him to turn to me, to look at me, but his focus is on the boy that is slowly getting off the floor, running his hands over his shirt as if he is trying to get rid of dirt on him.

"Relax man, I was just giving the lady what she was asking for." He says with a smile playing on his lips, no fear at all.

"Tristan," I start but he shakes his head, not even looking at me.

"I don't want to fucking hear it." He says, making my heart sink to the floor. He can't believe that I actually wanted this guy to touch me, could he? I look at the boy that tried to force himself on me a minute ago and honestly, if it wasn't for the fact that he ruined any possible future I might have had with the boy I have come to love, I might have though that his tall frame and light brown hair with his black eyes, is attractive. But all I see now is his cocky smile and the evil lurking in his eyes. His darkness is far different from the darkness that I saw in Tristan. Where Tristan's comes from pain and the longing to be truly loved, this boy' darkness is born out of hate and a need to have everything his spoilt heart desires.

I reach or a hand, wanting to turn him around so that he will look at me, see the truth in my eyes. The second my hand touches him, Tristan turns to me, pushing me off him as he screams, "Don't fucking touch me!" The second his eyes meet mine, they open in fear and I wonder for a second, why there is suddenly fear in his eyes, but then I realize that my feet aren't touching the ground anymore and I am no longer on the save side of the railing. It is like time has slowed down and my mind is struggling to make sense of what my eyes are seeing. My body twists in the air and my head hits against something, probably the side of the yacht, and everything goes black just before my body is submerged in ice cold water.