The colleagues all spoke up one after another. With that, Dakota pulled me toward the jet ski area.
I was truly scared now, because no one was willing to help me. I was used to swallowing my anger.
Dakota was not a good person, but what she said was right. I needed to stay away from Milo for now.
There were two jet skis. Dakota got on one, and I got on the other. The engines roared as we sped over the waves toward the open sea.
I thought that if I were careful, riding the jet ski would still be better than being beaten by Milo. But I didn't expect the driver to keep doing dangerous tricks.
On the shore, colleagues kept shouting in surprise. When the jet ski lifted into the air again, I fell into the water.
Dakota's side also had trouble; she fell in, too.
After we both fell, Milo jumped into the water. When I saw him swimming toward me, I felt conflicted. Maybe, in the face of life and death, he still cared about me.
But when he swam right past me and headed toward Dakota, my heart went completely cold.
"Dakota's on her period. You hold on a bit longer," he said, then swam farther toward her.