Page 2 of Scarred By Love

"We are in the water because our plane crashed. We were forced to evacuate. Some of the passengers didn't make it. I barely got us out before the plane started to sink."

Oh God. That was not what I wanted to hear. Yet it didn't stop me from asking, "And those that did survive?"

"Spread out across the Pacific."

I groaned at his answer. This was bad. Like, really bad.

No, wait. What was bad was the fact that I didn't even know the name of the man who I was stuck floating in the ocean with. "I'm Sarah, by the way."

It took the man a few minutes to answer but when he did it was almost like he did so reluctantly. "Graham."

"Nice to meet you, Graham. I wish it was under better circumstances."

His only response was a grunt. If this was how our time together was going to be, being stranded in the ocean was going to be worse than I thought.

"Not much of a talker, huh?" I looked around and there was nothing to see for miles except the glistening of the water reflecting the bright sun. "How far have we drifted? I don't see the plane?" Then it hit me. "How long was I out?"

I realized I was rapid-firing questions at him but who wouldn't in my position? I was in the middle of the damn Pacific Ocean with no rescue in sight. With all the technology in the world today, shouldn't someone already be rescuing us?

"Fifteen minutes and a half mile. There are remnants of the plane over there." He pointed over my shoulder and I tried desperately to see what he was showing me, but it was no use. I couldn't see a thing.

Awkward silence fell between us. Graham was a man of few words and obviously very direct. Most people added filler words to sentences but not this man.

"Do you think someone will rescue us?"

I, on the other hand, couldn't keep quiet to save my life. I needed to talk if for no other reason than to stop myself from panicking.

"Yes."

Okay, that was it. "Did I do something to offend you? You obviously can't hate me that much since you dragged me out of the plane, but would it kill you to talk to me outside of me asking questions?"

"I don't like to talk."

Well, that was just great. Being stuck in the ocean just got a whole lot worse.

We bobbed for God only knows how long before a noise caught my attention. Coming at a fast clip across the waves was a black boat. I began waving my hands in the air like a lunatic.

"Hey! Hey! Over here!" I did my best to make as much commotion as I could despite the restriction of the life vest.

"Stop that!" Graham slapped my arms down and tried to drag me under the water. It was no use though. The vest kept me afloat no matter how hard Graham pulled.

"What the hell are you doing?" I slapped at his arm with my one hand and waved my other arm in the air.

As the boat got closer, Graham hissed in my ear, "Those men aren't here to rescue us."

"Yes, they are!" I hollered back. "Over here! Please," I begged. "Our plane crashed and we need help!”

My throat was getting hoarse from the salty water splashing into my mouth and all the screaming I was doing. As soon as the boat idled next to us, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God. I knew someone would come looking for us eventually."

"Get in," the man closest to me demanded as he reached his hand out to grab me.

"I don't think so." Graham yanked me back to him. I whipped my head around to give him a piece of my mind when a sound caught my attention. A sound that I never hoped to hear again in my life.

A gun being cocked.

"Get in the boat or I shoot her?" An accent I didn't recognize suddenly slipped through the man's voice.

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