Reign's POV.

I prayed that the weekend wouldn't come but then...

It came.

Luke's family vacation house is only a thirty minute drive in Garrett's truck, Ariana called shotgun while I'm stuck with Luke and Mason in the back.

Mason and Luke made me sit in the middle because I'm small, Mason is currently napping throughout the ride, resting his heavy head on my shoulder and snoring like a grandpa while Luke is snapping pictures of my misery and is telling me to beg him not to post them.

Usually, I wouldn't even pay any attention to him but he snapped those really bad ones, the kind that even I wouldn't want to look at for more than two times.

The horror.

This fucking birthday is a curse.

We get to the house before sun down and Ariana decides she wants to swim.

Now we're in the bathroom, changing into the swimsuits that she dragged me to go and buy with her yesterday.

She's telling me about how sweet and loving Garrett has been lately and that her life feels like a teen romance movie.

If my life was a movie, I'd probably be telling the viewers something like, this is not a love story, it's a story of a girl that proved to the world that love is indeed, overrated.

We're born alone.

We live alone.

We'll die alone.

The end.

There's no room for falling in love.

But it's real life so I only say these things in my head and I let people bullshit me about love and how awesome their silly relationships are.

She forces me to wear a white designer swimsuit that makes me feel like I'm going for a summer photoshoot, I put on my denim shorts over it to feel a little comfortable, Ariana calls me boring and I roll my eyes at her.

We march down the stairs, heading to the kitchen where we find the boys glued to one phone behind the counter, probably watching something I wouldn't want to know.

"Are you guys watching porn?" Asks Ariana, I snort a laugh because well, she's so straightforward.

They look up at the same time.

Garrett widens his eyes.

Mason smiles.

Luke raises his brows.

We look like pornstars, I knew it.

I cross my arms over my chest as an attempt to hide the nipples that are trying to dig a hole through the material of the swimsuit. Embarrassing.

Ariana on the other hand, flips her long brown hair, aching her chest and asking them what they think about her sexy red swimsuit.

Like I said, she's so straightforward.

Garrett rounds the counter and walks towards us- her, he lifts her and she wraps her legs around his waist and they start making out, I make a face while Luke and Mason start making wolf whistles, cheering them on.

Kill me.

Garrett walks them out of the kitchen and climbs the stairs while I inch towards the counter.

Mason looks at my arms over my chest and he grins while Luke gives me a blank stare, or maybe I just can't read his expression.

"What exactly are you trying to hide?" Luke half laughs, staring at my hands.

He's wearing a black silky short sleeved button down that's unbuttoned with black shorts while Mason is just in gray shorts.

"My Kim K boobs." I deadpan.

They both laugh.

Idiots.

"You wish." Luke responds, sipping on whatever is in that red cup, I drop my hands from my chest but then they both stare at my boobs, I groan in annoyance, picking up a bottle of beer from the counter and chugging.

"Good idea, Rei, let's drink," Says Mason like I suggested it but fuck it, let's drink.

He rushes to the cella which is in the next room, my eyes shift back to the devil himself, he's looking at me with that blank stare again. This devil doesn't have horns or red skin, this devil is irritatingly flawless with golden skin, chiseled jaw, brown hair, entertaining chest and lips too pink for his own good.

His soul needs to be separated from his body cause this doesn't seem right, how can someone so evil own a body like that and get away with it.

"What?" I snap when his staring gets creepy.

"You almost look fuckable, who knew." He takes another sip, keeping his eyes on me. I laugh.

"C'mon, Richardson, don't act like your perverted mind hasn't thought about my Kim K boobs while you battled with your right hand in the shower," I say sweetly.

He chuckles to himself, almost like my words actually amuse him.

He walks around the counter to where I'm standing, I don't back up even when he stands way too close to me. His eyes drop to my body while I keep mine on his face, they shift back to my face and he smirks.

"Funny, I still can't seem to look passed the..." He trails for the right word.

"If I were you, I'd watch those next words, sweetheart." My glare searches his eyes.

"And that's why you'll never be me, honey." His fingers twirl around a strand of my hair with that smirk still playing on his face.

"Die in a ditch." I slap his hand away, he laughs, looking to his side.

"That's your comeback?" He sips again, "tsk, I thought I taught you better than that."

"Seriously? I leave you guys alone for two seconds and you're already fighting?" Mason walks back in the room with a bottle of liquor.

"He's calling me names." I say to Mason while looking at Luke.

"Luke, step away from the lady." Mason orders but Luke is not moving, he's staring at me like he's not done. He's never done. "Luke!"

"Okay, you don't have to shout, geez," He backs up and I release a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

We drink and drink and drink some more until I'm so drunk I stutter when I speak, Mason and Luke go to the living room to play video games, and I finally find the guts to take off my shorts and go swimming in my sexy swimsuit.

Swimming under the influence is a bad idea but I always have control over the things that I do when I'm drunk.

Laying on the giant flamingo float in the blue water swimming pool, I stare at the dark clouds that crack with thunder and lightning, it looks like it's gonna rain soon, I should probably head inside due to my phobia but I'm having a good time with myself, I wanna lay here and tell myself that I have no problems because that's what alcohol usually does to me. It gives me all the illusions in the world.

A rain drop lands on my bare stomach, heavy like a rock. My breath hitches as another one lands on my forehead.

No.

It starts raining and something heavy grips my throat, knocking all the air out of my lungs, my vision blurs and I start gasping for air, my bones become weak as the attacking droplets feast on my entire body, consuming it.

It's pouring, pouring so hard I can't breathe.

Fuck me.

I drop myself into the pool, I don't know why but I feel safer in here, they can't get me in here. I watch as they land on the surface like bullets, trying to get me.

I can't go up there.

I won't go up there.

I'm safe in here.

I'm afraid of the rain more than I'm afraid of dying. Sad.

My world is consumed by chlorine right now and my lungs beg and beg for air but I don't comply. I just keep going down and down and down, bubbles escape my lips and my eyes shut on their own then everything becomes black.