"You ready to go babe?" I saw him, my boyfriend sitting on the bed of the Niagara Falls hotel. What if this is the last time I saw him? What if it didn't work out?
I started tearing up. I turned away from him and managed to get out a quick "Mhm". He must of noticed that I was about to cry, I mean who wouldn't?
"Baby, I'll be fine" he took me in his arms wrapping them around me.
"You don't know that, anything could happen you could get sucked under and nobody would be able to get to you...and I just can't lose you" I said it through my tears and then came the waterworks. Thank God for water proof mascara and eyeliner.
"I promise you I'll be fine" I felt the gentleness of his soft lips touch mine.
"Okay" I hugged him tightly and never wanted to let go
He lifted up my face to gently wipe away my tears without smudging my make-up.
One more kiss and he was ready to go.
I sat on the edge of the bed with a sad expression on my face.
I felt his arms around my waist and head on my shoulder.
"We should get going" he held me tighter
"Mhm, are we driving?" I slipped out of his grip and went to get a sweater
"Well it is only down the street but the mobs of people will be unbelievable so we should drive" I saw him take of his sweater and throw it over to me
"It's okay I have my own sweater, you should keep yours" I threw it back at him
"No, you should wear it, I want you to" he walked over and slipped it on me
It smelled like AXE.
His hands wrapped around my waist and he rested his head on my shoulder.
"Okay we should go" I turned around and grabbed my purse.
"Yah" Criss grabbed the keys to the rental car that was parked out back of the hotel and they walked out the back exit.
Criss drove the three minutes it took to get down there and parked in the special area he had roped of for his show.
And then I saw it. The barrel. The one my boyfriend would soon be handcuffed in and locked inside bound over the falls. I managed to keep the tears back.
Before I knew it I was standing with his family watching him walk over to the barrel. He already said his goodbyes, hopefully not his last. There he was climbing into the barrel, being handcuffed and the barrel locked. I have no idea how he will get out and swim through the rapids to the rescue boat, before it goes over. What if it does go over? Nobody's waiting at the bottom for him, they can't and he knew that. What possessed him to still do it I had no clue and would probably never know.
There he went in the boat that would drop him off about 1000 feet before the falls, which seemed like a lot but the rapids moved him fastly and plus he had to swim back to the boat.
The barrel fast approached the brink of the falls. And there it went, over the falls crushing under the weight of the water. If he was still in there, he was gone.
Looking around, he's not in the boat and I can't see him swimming. My heart dropped tears fell down my face. I looked around at his family, his brothers were in shock his mother wasn't here she stayed back in Long Island. Then I saw him climb onto the boat, I had no idea how he did it but I was ecstatic until I saw the ambulance. I knew he had to be fine but what if he wasn't?
He climbed into the ambulance; I didn't go his brothers went with him. I went back to the hotel to get clothes for him to change into seeing how his were soaking wet. I had no clue how long he'd be there but I knew I could always drive back since the hospital was only a few blocks away.
She arrived at the hospital about twenty minutes later...