The second chance love

Overboard

Tristan

I wake up, feeling that something is very wrong, and when I feel the bed next to me and find it empty, I know my fears are confirmed. I quickly get up and pull on a pair of boxers, not caring that the staff will see me half naked, they have seen far worse in the past two months than just my naked chest. I quickly hurry out the door and then check every room on the way to the deck to make sure that Carley isn't in one of them. When I make it to the deck, I stop dead in my tracks, my heart constricting painfully at the sight before me. I can't really see Carley, but I know it is her. Standing with her lips locked with another man. From what I can tell, she is pressed up against him, locked in a tight embrace. The guy is tall, blocking out my view of her, but I know I need to see her, to see the betrayal in her eyes.

"What the f**k is this?" I ask, barely holding on to my anger.

"Can't you see we are a bit busy?" The man asks, still keeping his back to me, his hand wrapped around Carley's head, keeping her from my sight. f**k that s**t. I take three steps and then rip the bastard off Carley, standing in front of her to make sure this asshole doesn't touch her again. The logical part of my head is saying that Carley would never do this to me. Not the sweet and innocent Carley that I know and I know for a fact that she hasn't been pretending to be with me, because I have been watching her for years, and know exactly how to read every single emotion on her face. You couldn't even tell that she had lost her mother. How can you tell if she hasn't been pretending this whole time? I don't even hear what the i***t is saying, but I can hear Carley saying my name. I shake my head, trying to clear it.

"I don't want to f*****g hear it." I am not sure who I am saying it to, the asshole that touched what is mine, or Carley that is calling my name with pure panic and heartbreak in her voice. I need to clear my head, to think this through before I kill someone. Just as I am about to take a step away, Carley touches my arm and I lose it, pushing her away from me while I scream at her not to touch me. I realized a second too late that she was standing right by the railing and I pushed her right over it as I tried to get away from her. I reached out to grab her, but I missed her and, instead, watched her fall, her eyes first filled with concern for me, and then with the realization that I had pushed her overboard. Her body flips and I hear the sickening sound of her head hitting the side of the yacht, a splatter of blood coating the white paint before her body hits the water. I know she is dead before she even hits the water, there is no way that you can hit your head hard enough to leave a stain of blood behind and not be dead, but still, I climb on the railing, ready to follow her into the ocean, but just as I jump, strong arms wrap around my waist. I fight them, claw at them, but the second I get one set of arms off, another wraps around my body. I can hear screaming and I am sure one of the voices is mine, but I can't hear anything other than that loud thud as Carley had hit her head, playing on repeat in my head. Everything around me is a blur as people run around, trying to see if they can find any sign of Carley. I don't know how long it takes before my body gives in, my throat raw from screaming for Carley, my legs and arms tired from fighting to get out, to get into the ocean and find her, but at some point my body must have given out, because I am no longer being held down, instead I am lying on the cold floor of the deck.

"How is he doing?" That is my father's voice, how and when did he get here? Last I checked, he was still in Miami, taking over yet another company.

"He hasn't moved and honestly, after beating up ten staff members to get to her, we haven't dared touching him again." That is Tessa. I can hear the pain in her voice, the pity, but I don't deserve her pity. I did this, I killed her. I deserve to be in there with her, drowning and never getting the chance to live this miserable life without her, but I guess this is my punishment for killing her, not only do I have to live with this regret, but I have to live without her, a life I never wanted, a future I never imagined.

"I will deal with him, go get some rest." My father says to Tessa and I listen to her heels click on the floor until it is too far away to hear it. My father bends down in front of me, but I don't have the energy to lift my head, to even spare him a glance. "You need to get up and face this, son. I know you loved the girl, but she is gone and you need to find a way to live on, do you understand that?" My father asks, and I am sure that if I could even blink my eyes at this point, I would've told him to f**k off, but the only response my body is willing to give, is a single tear sliding down my cheek to drop on the deck. I killed her, dad! I f*****g killed her and you want to to f*****g shake it off like I just scraped a knee and now I need to keep walking through the pain. It is not the f*****g same! I want to shout at him, tell him that I never want to f*****g breathe again, but my traitor of a chest lifts with another breath, another one I took without her. "The police want a report on what happened, seeing as you are still within Spain's borders, we will get flown to the USA to give the report. I promise I will get you out of this mess and clear your name. They can't hold a simple fight over your head." My father says, reaching into his pocket to take out his phone, not that I can see what he is doing, but I can hear him move and I know my father wheel enough that he is trying to find a way to sweep this under the rug, to keep it as quiet and Carley kept the death of her mother.

"How did you get here so fast?" I ask my father, not sure he can hear me because I can hardly hear myself, but he answers regardless.

"You have been lying here for more than twenty-four hours, son. I clearly didn't get here fast enough." My father says and I can't help but wonder if they have found Carley's body yet. If it will be going home with us. "No, they haven't found it yet, but we will keep searching for it." My father says and it takes me a while to realize that I asked those questions out loud and that he was answering me. He says it, like she is just some object and not the woman I love. I want to get angry, but I can't. There is nothing left in me.