Chapter Three: Trouble

Ethan and my dad, on the beach, looking pissed. Great. Instead of heading for the beach, which I should have done, I pulled Max's arms and swam further out. Hey, as long as I was already in trouble, I might as well have some fun. We were neck deep when I pulled his head to mine and we kissed again. He moved his hands to my hips and pulled the hem of my shirt up. He pulled it off revealing a very revealing bra. I pulled my head away to catch my breath, and saw Ethan talking, and pointing. I then decided to give him and my dad the show of a lifetime.

I took Max's hands and put them on my waist, then kissed from his jaw to his mouth. He bent his head down and nibbled my neck while he slipped my pants off. I put my hands in the waistbands of his shorts and boxers and pulled them off. He moaned as I massaged his length. He unclasped my bra and threw it. I was about to get closer but something, or someone, pulled me under the surface. I swallowed tons of water when I tried to scream for help. My eyes had opened and they burned. I couldn't feel, or see, Max. The air escaped my lungs and I passed out, but as I did, my foot connected with something.

One minute I was kissing Max and the next I'm unconcious under water. That made absolutely no sense to me.

Anyway, I woke in my bed, with as sore throat and burning eyes. I had a nightgown on. How'd that happen? I thought. I walked downstairs, in search of something to drink when I heard voices. "What the hell was she thinking?" my dad asked.

"I don't know. Did she even see us? I mean, we weren't hiding from her."

"You shouldn't have had that lifeguard pull her under. She must have freaked when she was pulled down, 'cause she gave that guy a shiner and a broken nose. She's got a hell of a kick. Wonder who taught her that?"

"Da-ad." I croaked, as I entered the room. "I'm s-s-sorry." I started crying, and that made my eyes burn, which made me cry even more.

I swayed a little, as I stood there, and my dad got up and hugged me. I hugged him back and cried into his chest. He picked me up, like he used to when I was younger, and carried me to the couch. "Kat, we need to talk about what you did. If you're throat is too sore, write down your answer on this," he handed me a writing tab and a pen. "Why did you leave school with that boy?" Typical question.

Because Ethan was controlling everything about me and boys. I was rebelling against you two because it seems like you don't trust me.

"OK. I'll have him ease up a bit. Why did you freak out when the lifeguard was pulling you away?" Damn, it was a lifguard?

He pulled me under and I didn't know that it was a lifeguard. I freaked because I hate large bodies of water. Always have. If you were around, you'd have known that.

He took the tablet and read what I wrote. He looked frustrated adn sad. What he said, in reply, was what surprised me though. "They why'd you move here?"

That one question made me run from the room, not easy since I was tired, crying. I went into my room and locked the door. Then just to be safe, I put the dresser and my bed against it. I got dressed then threw a couple of outfits in a bag and climbed out the window. I ran from our house to the small park about three blocks away. I had gone there when I was younger, with my parents and Ethan.

I pulled a piece of paper out of my pocket and saw that it was Ed's number. I walked over to the payphone, put in my money. After dialing and two rings he picked up. "E-Ed?" I asked. My throat still hurt.

"Yeah? Who is this?" he sounded tired.

"It's Kat. I'm in a-a jam. I need your help."

"Where are you? What's wrong?" he sounded worried. I was touched.

"I'm at the park a couple blocks from my house. Don't tell Ethan or my dad. Those two are the problem."

"I'll be right there. Hang on." I didn't know how he was going to get here, but I stayed. I was on the swings and then the monkey bars, having fun when he drove up. He was here sooner than I expected. I climbed into the car and buckled myself in.

"So what's wrong?" he asked, putting the car in drive. He pulled away from the curb and started driving in a Southerly direction. He waited for my answer.

"I, um, almost had sex with Max and Ethan caught me and had me pulled under by a lifeguard and my dad doesn't want me and..."

"Slow down. You and Max? Your dad doesn't want you? Why?"

"Yes. Me and Max. But almost. Only because Ethan and my dad were being too controlling and I didn't want that. My dad doesn't w-want me b-because I-I got into trouble and w-went against his r-r-rules. This is what John said would happen if I got into trouble."

"Ok, you think that your dad doesn't want you?" I nodded as we passed a sign that said that we were entering the farmlands. "Because your step-dad said that your dad will send you back if you got into trouble." he stopped the car at an old house with a greying barn. "It seems that your step-dad is just saying things. He's probably jealous that you don't accept him into your heart because he made your parents get a divorce and made you change your whole lifestyle."

"I still don't want to go back. To either place. C-can you take me to the bus station, so I can get a ticket to somewhere? Please." he nodded.

"Before that, come on in. This is a great place to calm down."

a/n: yes i know that this is short, but i have the other chapter already written, i just need to type it up. before you think that this has happened to me, it hasn't. Ethan, Kat, and the dad are real people. They are me, my older brother, and the males in my family. I don't know anyone like Max or Ed, though the friends of Ethans, except Ed, are real people. Ed is just someone that I made up to fit the story. The plot is completely false. Please review on your way out. Thank you.