Page 88 of Shameless

It’s way more crowded than on a regular night with the club opening the beach area to the public for the firework show.

My hope is that someone will have seen a three-year-old girl walking around by herself and will have stopped Jenna.

I jog down the beach, stopping to ask here and there when I see people with kids in tow.

I’m at the end of the stretch of beach that belongs to the club and there’s no sign of Jenna and Napoleon.

If she’s gone into the water… I don’t even want to think about that possibility.

The docks are at the end of the club’s premises and while there are chairs set up on a part of the high concrete platforms that run way into the sea, the spot by the boathouses is deserted.

There’s also less light around here, the eco illumination barely cuts into the dark, choppy sea water.

I shudder at the idea of how cold it must be in the water. The strong breeze that made the lifeguards raise a red flag, has also caused the temperature to drop considerably and goosebumps scatter down my arms as I run along the dock.

If I were Jenna, would I come all the way here?

On one hand the sea here doesn’t look as inviting as by the beach, but it’s also dark, so Jenna wouldn’t see that the water here looks darker and almost oily as it hits the concrete of the docks.

Jenna knew the adults didn’t want her to go swimming, so it kind of makes sense that she would try to go where there’s less people around.

I turn on the flashlight on my phone to help me see the water. Jenna was wearing a white dress, so if she went into the sea, I should be able to spot the white in the darkness.

“Jenna! Napoleon!”

I hear footsteps behind me. Maybe it’s Crew or Stefan to tell me what they found Jenna safe and sound.

My muscles freeze and the little hairs on my arms stand at attention when I spot the person who’s almost caught up with me.

Evan.

“Finally alone, Lula.” He grabs my bicep before I can jump out of the way. “It’s become almost impossible to get some private time with you with all those guys around.”

I shove, fighting to escape his viselike grip. “Let go of me, Evan.”

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Why would I do that? Let’s find a place where you and I can be alone. I’ve been waiting for years to fuck you and finally, I get my wish.”

He practically lifts me off the ground even though I’m kicking and screaming. Evan isn’t as fit as Stefan, but he’s tall and beefy and there’s no way I can overpower him.

“Where are you taking me?” I cry, as he rounds the corner of the boathouse I was in earlier with Jules.

“In here no one will disturb us.” He grins, opening the door.

I don’t understand. Jules locked it when we left earlier, how can it be unlocked?

I have no time to dwell on that, as Evan closes the door behind him and the lights turn on above us.

There must be motion sensors, it’s the only explanation.

It doesn’t matter now, as Evan pushes me down and straddles me.

He lowers his head, but I turn mine to the side when I realize that he wants to kiss me.

Evan licks the side of my face and I shudder, feeling bile rising from my stomach. His tongue is thick and wet, sloppy as it goes from my temple to the base of my neck.

“Hmm, you’re delicious. And so fucking pretty.” His fingers close around my throat, and it’s different than having Jules’s fingers there. Where Jules was gentle, Evan is pinning me to the ground as his other hand descends to my chest.

“You have very nice tits, sis.”

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