“That’s a good little worker
bee.” His voice faded, like he was miles away and shouting. “All my
problems are gone.”
back in her seat, still unable to open her eyes as she slipped into
unconsciousness. A chill wrapped around her and she couldn’t
breathe. An image of John formed in her mind. He frowned, the
corners of his mouth pulling down. His voice took on a rough tone. “You
need to wake up. You need to wake up.”
“You’re drowning. Wake up,
Sweets. Come back to me. Please don’t die. I need you. I love you.”
Come back to him? Despite the fog
in her brain, she opened her eyes. The vision of John evaporated.
Blackness surrounded her and a steady pressure squeezed her. Had the
security light blown? The lack of light didn’t explain being
squashed. John’s words came to mind. Drowning. The darkness around
her wasn’t the landscape of the park around the lake. She slapped
the car door and swished through the water. Bubbles floated past the
cracked window and her face.
Oh my God…
Felicity tugged on her seatbelt.
When the blasted thing finally budged, she turned in her seat to
kick the window the rest of the way open. The harder she kicked, the
more tired she became.
My worst nightmare is coming
true. I hate water.
Panicking, she swallowed a lungful of water.
I can’t die this way….
She choked and punched the window to no avail.
I can’t die…