Page 24 of Drowned In Silence
“Dynah!” I yell, trying to keep my head above water.
My subconscious screams at me when I see her fingertips. She immediately sinks below the surface once again, as I paddle over to where she once was.
The rapids are intense, the water as cold as sin, and the darkness closing in on the two of us.
If I can’t get to her…
No!
I can’t imagine my life without her yet. We haven’t had any time together. She doesn’t even know my name, hasn’t seen my face!
“Dynah!” I yell one more time, before finally feeling her leg touch mine.
I dive down into the water, searching blindly for a drowning girl.
I feel her hair touch my fingertips, and I’m able to grab a hold of her by her waist, kicking as hard as I can to carry the both of us to the surface.
We breach the surface and I gasp for air.
“I have you, Darling… I got you my Little Raven. Just hang in there while I get us to shore,” I pant.
We barely reach the shore, my body trying to shut down from the cold. Once I check to see her still breathing, I run to my clothes and then back to her.
I wrap her body with my shirt and hoodie, covering as much of her black and blue skin as I can.
Reaching into my pants as I pull them on, grab for my phone, and shakily dial Spencer.
“What’s up, fucker. Get arrested like I told you not to?”
“H-help u-us… I g-got her… C-cold… W-wet. I’ll d-drop my pin,” I manage to say.
“10-4, bro. I’ll be there as soon as possible. You hang in there, don’t you dare fucking leave me like this!”
I hang up the phone and throw it into the sand next to Dynah’s body. Sitting down on the ground, I pick up her body and wrap myself around her. I slide my mask back on in case she wakes up, but I still hold her tightly to me.
“I g-got you, L-little R-raven… I got y-you…”
Drowning
Dynah - Flashback
He drags me bythe hair down the hallway into my parents bathroom. They have a large tub hiding in the corner that my mother frequently uses on the weekends.
It’s freezing cold already, and I am not prepared to be thrown into the frigid water of the bath. His hands are lukewarm on my skin, and I would be grateful if it weren’t for the circumstances.
“Why are you always so ungrateful for the things I provide you? I’ve given you a roof over your head, food and water in your body, and I even give you outfits to wear! Why won’t you get out of bed and take care of yourself, Dynah? Now I’m forced to give you a wash in the tub?” He screams at me, dragging me towards the bathtub.
It’s already filled to the brim with grimy water and I have no idea how long it’s been full.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I’m so sorry! Please don’t dothis!” I cry. My face is swollen with tears, my skin covered in bruises and cuts, and my insides have officially curled in on themselves.
I showered yesterday, but I guess it wasn’t good enough for him.
He keeps holding my hair and forces me to my knees. My chest hits the edge of the tub, knocking the air from my lungs. I try to push myself away, but I’m too weak compared to the man who raises me.
He forces my body to lean over the edge and plummets my head into the cold water.
My lungs still have yet to catch up, leaving me breathless and struggling to take in some air. When they finally do, I inhale a gulp of water because I can’t do anything else. Father keeps me under as long as possible, my body struggling not to drown.