How long can you last lying to Those you say you love?
Swimming In Lies
The Race
I had been swimming for about an hour when I heard them.
The sirens.
“No.” I muttered to myself as I dove beneath the surface again.
Ryan had sent his henchmen after me. I could see the propellers of boats around me, creating millions of tiny bubbles, blurring my vision.
If I looked up, I could see the lights of search helicopters.
If I listened, I could hear the muffled voices of men yelling at each other.
I had to keep swimming.
But it was getting harder.
I still had 3.5 miles left to swim, and the water was getting murkier. The bubbles were forcing me to float higher towards the surface.
The propellers made the water rough, and I had to work harder to move forwards. My arms and legs were weary.
Soon, all I could hear was rushing water, and all I could see was a black abyss.
My lungs were burning. I needed to breathe, but I was surrounded by boats. If I surfaced, they would catch me, but I couldn’t possibly swim another inch without air.
Eventually, I felt like I was going to pass out if I didn’t get air, so I surfaced.
I was immediately pulled out of the water.
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