Torn Off My Oxygen Mask While Diving By His Classmate

I went diving with my boyfriend during vacation. Underwater, his classmate Keira yanked off my mask.

After barely making it back to shore alive, I immediately called the police and had her arrested.

My boyfriend watched everything I did and nodded silently. Keira really needed to be taught a lesson.

But a year later on the same date, I was kidnapped and taken to a deserted island. Slaps rained down on my face.

"You love tattling to the police, don't you? Go ahead, report me! You owe me this! You owe me!" The voice was familiar yet crazedit was Keira, my boyfriend's classmate who had just been released from prison.

My face burned with stinging pain, but my boyfriend beside me remained unmoved. He even handed Keira a glass of hot water.

"Don't be scared. Once Keira vents her anger, it'll be fine. We owe her this."

But he didn't knowI was pregnant.

And if my phone lost signal for more than 18 hours, it would automatically send my satellite location to my three brothers.

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked at Zachary with desperate hope. "Save me, please."

The usually proud me was begging him. It moved Zachary, but after glancing at Keira and looking back at me, his eyes held only apology.

"I..." I'm carrying our childbut before I could finish, he cut me off.

"Miranda, we owe Keira this." Zachary kissed away the tears at the corners of my eyes, gently blowing on my reddened, swollen face.

"Don't worry, Keira knows her limits."

On the other side, watching Zachary kiss me only enraged Keira further.

She grabbed the rope binding me and dragged me to the shore, kicking at the back of my knees. But my pride as a Holmes daughter wouldn't let me kneel.

"Let me go!" I kept shouting, but it was uselessthis was an isolated island.

"Shout all you want! I'm taking you diving. You love diving, don't you?" She grabbed my hair and yanked hard. My scalp screamed with pain.

"If you hadn't gone diving, how would I have 'accidentally' removed your mask? It's all your fault!"

So it was about last year's diving incident. But that was clearly deliberatehow could a woman in her twenties do that by accident?

I twisted my body, struggling violently, which only made her pull my hair harder.

"Stop moving!" Keira suddenly shoved my head underwater for dozens of seconds.

Watching me choke and struggle, she revealed a maniacal smile.

"I just love Zachary, that's all. He rejected me, so I wanted to punish you a little. Why did you have to be so aggressive? Why did you have me arrested? What's wrong with loving someone?"

At this, Keira's rage peaked, and she kicked me in the stomach. That one kick nearly caused a miscarriage.

The intense pain made me cry out: "Help... save my baby!"

Keira panicked too.

Just then, footsteps sounded from the nearby bushes.

It was Zachary, returning with the medical kit.

Seeing me lying on the ground screaming, his pupils constricted. He slid to his knees beside me, trembling hands lifting me up.

"Zachary, she's pregnant? I think I kicked her and she's bleeding. Do you feel sorry for her?" Keira ran to Zachary's side, watching him anxiously.

Zachary's face looked terrible.

Seeing this, Keira broke down crying. "What about me? What about the harm I suffered in prison? You knew I liked you!"

Zachary struggled to tear his gaze from me, releasing his hold and laying me back down.

He turned and embraced Keira, patting her soothingly. "I know, Keira, I know. But I only love Miranda."

He sighed again, his eyes overflowing with heartache as he looked at me.

"This... this is what we owe you."

Zachary retrieved surgical tools from the medical kit that he always carried. In the dusty air, he walked toward me step by step.

I wanted to push him away, but I had no strength left. I could only watch helplessly as Zachary's hands moved.

The anesthesia was administered. I lost consciousness. Zachary, is this what you meant by protecting me?

When I woke again, I felt the connection with my child severed. I screamed in anguish: "What gives you the right? That was my child! What right did you have to decide his life or death alone?"

Just two days ago, I'd ordered so many cute baby clothes online, imagining my baby calling me "Mommy."

Zachary was the city's renowned surgical prodigy. Patients he'd saved would come to the hospital to praise his skills.

When I wanted to become a travel blogger, my family disagreed. After fighting with my eldest brother, I got into a car accident. It was Zachary who saved me. He decisively performed surgery on me right in the ambulance, saving my leg.

He later became my attending physician. Back then, he was gentle as jade, yet his cheeks would flush slightly whenever he looked at me, and he'd bring me breakfast every day.

Because of his shyness, even after I was discharged, he never worked up the courage to ask for my contact information.

The next time I ended up in the hospital was for appendicitis. Zachary had prepared several surgical plans, explaining the risks of each one to me.

Later, I passed by his office and overheard his conversation with a colleague.

"Miranda Holmes's surgery was already assigned to me. Why did you suddenly take it over? I've done thousands of these minor procedures, okay?"

But Zachary told his colleague word by word: "I want Miranda Holmes's surgery. Nothing can go wrong!"

That was the moment my heart began beating for Zachary.

And now? He moved me to a picnic blanket and performed an abortion on me outdoors, completely disregarding cross-specialty surgery protocols and environmental hygiene issues.

That night, I lay in the tent with tears streaming down my face. Zachary was at a loss, wiping away my tears again and again. "Miranda, Miranda, don't cry. We'll have another child. I'll stay with you tonight. Don't be afraidthere are no wild animals on this island."

He kept pecking kisses on my face, each one bringing damp warmth, trying to dissolve my sadness. But how could the pain of losing a child disappear with just a few kisses?

I suppressed the nausea churning in my stomach and didn't move.

Before the lights were even off, screams and sobs came from the tent next door. "Don't come near me! Stay away!"

Zachary looked at me with difficulty, hesitating. After a final scream erupted from the neighboring tent, he suddenly stood up and left.

"Miranda, wait for me. I'll be back."

After the moon shyly hid itself away, a fierce sound suddenly burst from next door: "Zachary, be gentle!"

"Keep it down. Miranda's asleep. This is the last time. I only love Miranda."

"Zachary, love me again, love me once more! You owe me this..."

Keira whimpered and moaned. I don't know what she did, but Zachary let out a muffled groan. "Fine, one last time. This is the last time!"

Then came a series of explosive sounds, as if celebrating my miscarriage.

Endless "last times." I didn't know whether to cry for my lost child or my lost love.

I lay in the tent, my whole body in pain. I tried curling up to ease it, but it was useless.

I crawled out of the tent bit by bit. Just a few more hours, and I could go home. But I felt so sorry for my unborn child. I would make them pay.

Early the next morning, when Zachary emerged from her tent, I was sitting at the entrance of mine watching the sunrise. Seeing me, his face filled with panic.

"Miranda, Keira was too scared last night, so I slept with her. Don't worryI only love you."

Zachary took off his jacket and draped it over me, looking concerned about me catching cold.

Keira didn't wake up until noon. She yanked the jacket off me and tossed it to Zachary, saying, "Zachary, I'm hungry. Let's have barbecue. But we don't have anything to start a fire with. What should we do?"

"I know! We'll use her clothes to start the fire!" Keira asked and answered her own question, then pointed at my skirt, about to step forward and take it off.

This time, Zachary stood firmly in front of me. "No! Miranda just had an abortion yesterday!"

"Why not? In prison, they used my clothes to start fires. Why can't we use hers?"

Keira knelt on the ground, muttering repeatedly: "When they stripped my clothes to start fires and made me bark like a dog, where were you? Why do you always help her? Who's going to help me?"

"I want my dad back!"

Hearing this, Zachary felt another stab to his heart. Keira's father was his lifesaver. To protect Zachary from an angry patient, he'd been stabbed through the heart and couldn't be saved.

From then on, Zachary had always taken care of Keira.

He softened again.

Zachary turned to look at me. "Miranda, I'm sorry. I'll only use your t-shirt. I'll leave the skirt so you won't catch cold."

I backed away in disbelief. After resting all night, I'd recovered some strength. I pushed him away hard and tried to run, but within a few steps, Keira grabbed my hair.

"Don't run! You owe me this!" Keira tore my t-shirt to shreds. The pieces fell to the ground.

"Ah!" As the only daughter of the Holmes family, I had never suffered such humiliation.

I swung my hand to slap her, but Zachary caught my raised arm. "Miranda, Keira's still young."

Still young at over twenty? Keira was only five years younger than me. But I didn't dare argue back. On this island, only Zachary had any surface-level affection for me.

If I fell out with him, I didn't dare imagine what would happen. I could only endure.

Keira looked at the shredded clothes on the ground, her eyes suddenly brightening.

She wove all the fabric scraps together into a long whip, then casually struck me across the face with it. "Bad dog!"

Zachary was so close to me. He didn't help me avoid the danger I faced, yet earlier he'd reflexively protected Keira.

Though I'd decided last night I would never love him again, my heart still felt like it was being stabbed with needles.

"Keira, what are you doing?"

Zachary's stern rebuke only made Keira more manic.

"I'm making her be my dog! That's what I did in prison too. If Dad were here, he'd help me."

She turned and retrieved a frisbee from the tent, threw it far away, then cracked the whip at me. "Go fetch it!"

Zachary was still immersed in guilt over "if Dad were here, he'd help me," indifferent to my situation. He even turned and said, "I'll go make food."

Then he walked away without looking back.

Keira's whip kept striking my body, but my pride as a Holmes daughter wouldn't allow me to submit.

Seeing I still wouldn't move, she bent down and whispered,

"Miranda Holmes, if you play my dog this time, I'll let you go."

Looking at her deranged expression, my anger reached its peak.

"Keira, I can do it, but are you sure you can handle the Holmes family's retaliation?"

I stared directly into her eyes, my gaze filled with killing intent.

She was startled, then burst out laughing.

"The Holmes family? Everyone knows Holmes Group only has three sons. There's no daughter! Now crawl!"

When she said the last sentence, her eyes were vicious, and she struck me with another whip using all her strength.

My body screamed with pain. I took a deep breath and knelt down on all fours.

Keira jumped for joy, saying to me: "Good dog, go fetch!"

I crawled toward the frisbee step by step. Every movement pulled at my body painfully.

Keira followed behind me and whipped me again. "Bad dog! I told you to pick it up in your mouth!"

I took a deep breath, picked up the frisbee with my teeth, and crawled toward Keira.

When I reached her, she proudly patted my head. She bent down, revealing marks from last night's battle, and whispered in my ear: "Good girl, so good. I'll reward you with some good news!"

"You don't know this, but I didn't suffer any injuries in prison. The women's prison I stayed inhow could there be men to get me pregnant? It was just day after day of moral education lectures that gave me a headache."

"And my dadthat time when he blocked the knife during the medical dispute, I was the one who pushed him forward. I couldn't let my beloved Zachary get hurt."

"Oh, and Zacharylast night's Zachary was so passionate. You haven't been satisfying him, have you? He wanted me again and again."

"Oops, I said too much. Good dog, you'll keep my secret, won't you?"

Zachary in the distance didn't hear what Keira said. He was still cooking with a guilty expression.

Keira suddenly smiled, raised the whip, and struck herself with it. She screamed, and Zachary dropped what he was holding and ran over.

But Zachary's first glance wasn't at herit was at me, lying on the ground covered in sand.

He wanted to come forward and brush the sand off me, but Keira collapsed weakly into his arms, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Zachary, she hit me! Maybe she wants to play with you. Throw a frisbee and see if she'll fetch it."

Zachary touched the whip mark on Keira's arm, closed his eyes, and casually threw the frisbee dozens of meters away.

I closed my eyes in despair...

Suddenly, a roar came from the skythe sound of a helicopter!