Australian Beauty
Trust or Lust?
When morning came, I found myself alone in the cave, dark, despite the sun beating down at the grass and sand. I sat up, searching for my shoes, which I slipped on quickly, hearing shouting not too far away. My heart raced as I ran through the branches and catching myself from tripping on roots and rocks.
When I made it to the beach, I saw Sam sitting on the sand, gripping his foot and cussing uncontrollably.
“God damn it!”
I walked up behind him slowly, bending down on one knee.
“Are you alright-“
Spinning around, he pressed a blade to my neck, hovering over me.
“Sam! It’s okay—it’s me—Leila.”
Recognition gradually returned, and he rose, breathing heavy.
“Don’t sneak up on people like that. Don’t you ever sneak up on me like that—ever again.”
I nodded meekly, swallowing hard, cautiously standing back up.
“You scared me—I thought you were hurt.”
Sam sneered. “I am hurt. Cut my fucking foot on a damn reef…”
In the last forty eight hours, I never in my life heard anyone drop the F-bomb as much as he did. I’ll go home—if I ever do—with another bad habit resting on my conscience.
“Sorry…” I muttered under my breath, still shaky from almost having my throat slit. Something was off with this bloke. PTSD maybe…I never really asked about his life in detail when we were on the boat before we arrived here in unfortunate arrangements. He might have been in a war, or had his fair share of running into hostile situations. Or I was stuck on an island with a serial killer. All options were plausible and downright terrifying.
“Look…I’m sorry I attacked you like I did…”
He expressed later on, when we were heading down to fetch water. Actually, I was walking a hundred feet away, he so happened to catch up. I liked it better when we had our distance. Can’t have the trust I did yesterday compared to now.
“It’s an everyday thing –I always have knives pressed against my jugular.”
He sighed at my sarcasm, and I flinched, expecting sharp pains next. But he just laughed.
“I’m not going to hurt you Leila…do you actually think your father would have trusted you with a psychopath?”
I shrugged. “My father has done a lot of things he normally wouldn’t do.”
“Like what?”
“Like flying me out to his home state—after my mother passed and I preferred staying in London with a distant relative, he remarried, to a woman eight years older than me, and hasn’t sent money or cards when my birthdays rolled around.”
Sam stayed quiet till we reached the delta. When I bent down to fill up an empty coconut, he joined me, starring me down as I did so.
“Is there a reason to your ogling?” I asked.
He smirked, pushing a tuft of hair behind my ear. He licked his lips, tilting his head, staring at my chest. I shuddered, an explosion rising in my gut. My skin prickled, and I found it very hard to resist what happened next.
When I made it to the beach, I saw Sam sitting on the sand, gripping his foot and cussing uncontrollably.
“God damn it!”
I walked up behind him slowly, bending down on one knee.
“Are you alright-“
Spinning around, he pressed a blade to my neck, hovering over me.
“Sam! It’s okay—it’s me—Leila.”
Recognition gradually returned, and he rose, breathing heavy.
“Don’t sneak up on people like that. Don’t you ever sneak up on me like that—ever again.”
I nodded meekly, swallowing hard, cautiously standing back up.
“You scared me—I thought you were hurt.”
Sam sneered. “I am hurt. Cut my fucking foot on a damn reef…”
In the last forty eight hours, I never in my life heard anyone drop the F-bomb as much as he did. I’ll go home—if I ever do—with another bad habit resting on my conscience.
“Sorry…” I muttered under my breath, still shaky from almost having my throat slit. Something was off with this bloke. PTSD maybe…I never really asked about his life in detail when we were on the boat before we arrived here in unfortunate arrangements. He might have been in a war, or had his fair share of running into hostile situations. Or I was stuck on an island with a serial killer. All options were plausible and downright terrifying.
“Look…I’m sorry I attacked you like I did…”
He expressed later on, when we were heading down to fetch water. Actually, I was walking a hundred feet away, he so happened to catch up. I liked it better when we had our distance. Can’t have the trust I did yesterday compared to now.
“It’s an everyday thing –I always have knives pressed against my jugular.”
He sighed at my sarcasm, and I flinched, expecting sharp pains next. But he just laughed.
“I’m not going to hurt you Leila…do you actually think your father would have trusted you with a psychopath?”
I shrugged. “My father has done a lot of things he normally wouldn’t do.”
“Like what?”
“Like flying me out to his home state—after my mother passed and I preferred staying in London with a distant relative, he remarried, to a woman eight years older than me, and hasn’t sent money or cards when my birthdays rolled around.”
Sam stayed quiet till we reached the delta. When I bent down to fill up an empty coconut, he joined me, starring me down as I did so.
“Is there a reason to your ogling?” I asked.
He smirked, pushing a tuft of hair behind my ear. He licked his lips, tilting his head, staring at my chest. I shuddered, an explosion rising in my gut. My skin prickled, and I found it very hard to resist what happened next.
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