Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave Chapter 04

Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave Chapter 04

He didn’t move. Still staring at me.

Frozen.

“REID!” Serena screamed. “RUN!”

But he didn’t move.

The mast groaned-a deep, splintering sound.

Watching My Fake Sister Dig Her Own Grave

I didn’t think.

Pushed off with my prosthetics. Launched myself at him.

Shoved him hard.

He stumbled backward out of the way.

I landed where he’d been standing.

The mast came down.

It hit the deck with a sound like a gunshot. Rigging cables snapped and whipped past me-one caught my shoulder, spinning me hard.

I went down.

My prosthetic leg jarred loose on impact, skidded across the tilting deck, and disappeared over the broken railing into the water.

The one with the GPS tracker.

“I’ve got you!” Reid was already pulling me up, grip tight. “I’ve got you!”

Others rushed over. They hauled me to my feet.

I dropped back down. My legs wouldn’t hold.

Reid sat down next to me on the wet deck, breathing hard.

For a while, neither of us said anything.

“Why did you-” He couldn’t finish.

I was still holding my eye.

‘You’re my brother,” I said.

“But I- His voice broke. “I’ve been such a dick to you.”

“I know.”

‘You could’ve died just now-”

“I know.”

He ran his hands through his wet hair. Then he was on his feet, yelling at the nearest crew member: “WHY ARE YOU ALL STANDING AROUND? GET A

DOCTOR!

He turned back to me.

“And someone find her- He gestured at my legs. “Her…”

“Prosthetic, I said.

‘Her prosthetic! It went in the water! Find it!”

His hands were shaking.

For the first time since I’d come home, Reid looked at me like I was a person.

The doctor arrived. Wrapped me in blankets. Checked me over.

“She should go to a hospital,” he said. “She’s at risk for hypothermia, and that eye needs-”

“No hospitals, I said quickly.

“Wren-” Mom started.

“Please. I just want to go home.”

They got me into the cabin to wait while the yacht headed back to shore.

But we never made it.

The storm came fast.

One minute, flat water. The next, black clouds rolling in and swells rocking the hull.

“EVERYONE HOLD ON!” the captain’s voice crackled over the speaker.

The yacht pitched hard.

Alarms went off.

All passengers on deck! Life vests ON!”

Chaos everywhere. Celeste-Serena-screaming somewhere. Crew members running, pulling out life rafts.

“Families together!” someone shouted. “Stay with your group!”

Rough hands grabbed my arm.

‘I’ll get you to a raft, miss!”

I looked up. A crew member I didn’t recognize.

Older. Scarred hands.

My stomach went tight.

But the yacht lurched again, and everyone was moving, shouting, and I couldn’t make myself heard over any of it.

Through the rain and spray, I spotted Reid pulling Serena toward one of the rafts. She was hysterical, both hands locked around his arm. Mom and Dad close

behind.

‘Wait-” I tried to call out.

But the crew member was already pushing me toward a different raft on the far side of the yacht.

“This one’s closer! Come on!”

“My family-”

“They’re on the main raft! We’ll meet at shore! Move!”

He lifted me in before I could argue.

Two other crew members jumped in right after. One of them hit the release. The raft dropped hard into the churning water, spray everywhere, the yacht’s hull rising above us like a wall.

‘ROW!”

They pulled at the oars fast and clean.

Too clean.

As we pulled away from the yacht-away from my family-one of them looked directly at me.

And smiled.

The scar across his left cheek caught the light.

My stomach dropped.

‘Hello again, Wren,” Scar Face said. Almost quiet under all that wind and water.

The other two laughed.

I looked back at the yacht. Reid was in the other raft now, scanning the water with both hands cupped around his mouth.

I could see him calling my name.

We were already too far. The storm too loud.

Scar Face pulled out a phone in a waterproof case and held the screen toward me.

A text from SerenaD94:

Perfect storm. Take her now. Say she fell overboard in the chaos. Make it look like an accident.

Below it: a transfer receipt. $100,000.

He watched my face.

‘She paid extra for the rush job.