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I try to keep my eyes locked on Summer’s, hoping that she’ll see the desperation in my gaze. “Please, guys. Let her go. Whatever she did, she doesn’t deserve this.”
The guys exchange a look, and for a moment, I’m afraid that they’re going to attack me. But then, the one with the knife suddenly pulls away, tosses the blade into the air, catches it and tucks it out of sight in his back pocket. He laughs.
The others join in and the sound makes the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end. The back of my neck tingles and anxiety swirls in my stomach.
“Summer?” I say, when she starts laughing too.
“Guys, give me a minute?” she asks, not meeting my eyes.
The guys nod and one of them even winks at Summer before they saunter away. I stand there, watching them go, unsure of what to do or say.
“Hey,” Summer says, finally meeting my gaze. “You didn’t have to intervene like that.”
I shake my head, relieved that she’s okay. “Of course I did. I couldn’t just stand by and watch them hurt you.”
Summer smiles, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re sweet. But I can take care of myself.”
“They had a knife to your throat!” I exclaim.
Summer laughs and shrugs. “I wasn’t in any danger, Malia.”
“You were struggling.”
“But did you hear me calling for help?”
She’s right, I didn’t. I shake my head. “I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t. It was a sex thing. It’s no big deal.”
“But…you’re bleeding.”
We stand there in silence for a moment. I can feel the tension in the air, the unspoken words between us. I want to ask her about what just happened, about everything, but I don’t know how.
Finally, Summer sighs, and then speaks. “Do you want to go somewhere else? Get away from here. I’m guessing you’ve sought me out because you want to talk.”
I nod, grateful for her offer. We walk down the deserted end of the beach, our footsteps silent against the soft waves on the shore. The tension between us is palpable, and I can’t help but wonder what Summer is thinking.
After a while, she breaks the silence. “I guess you have questions.”
There’s weight in her reluctant words. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
She shakes her head. “No, it’s okay. It’s probably time anyway.”
I feel a jolt in my chest at her words.
Summer takes a deep breath. “It was just a BDSM thing. I’m into that kind of stuff, you know? And those guys were just helping me out with a little...play.”
My heart sinks at her words. I had no idea that Summer was into that. I thought she was going to open up to me about the police station, why she did what she did, why she vanished on me, why she’s been ignoring me…not her damn sex life.
But I can’t ignore the fact that Summer is bleeding. “What about the knife?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. She looked terrified. Her fear was so real. Surely that wasn’t just roleplaying?
“It was all part of the scene,” Summer says nonchalantly. “It’s just a flesh wound, nothing to worry about.”
My mind reels at the thought of someone getting hurt for the sake of pleasure. I can’t understand why anyone would do that to themselves.
“I don’t think I could ever do something like that,” I say slowly, trying to wrap my head around the situation.
Summer smiles at me, her eyes full of understanding. “That’s okay, Malia. Everyone has their own preferences. It’s not for everybody.”
