After Dying in My Best Friend's Conspiracy, I was Reborn

The driver and coach burst into laughter.

"Alright, buckle up! We're taking off!" the driver shouted, and the speedboat suddenly lurched forward.

"Stop the boat! Can't you hear me? I want to go back to shore!" I screamed in a panic.

But they completely ignored me, speeding ahead without a care.

The coach, with a dark expression, shamelessly said, "If you're so desperate to go back, why don't you just jump in and swim?"

I was terrified of the ocean, and at this speed and distance from land, jumping in would be suicide.

In the silence that followed, Rachel chimed in with a laugh, "Yolanda, I've never seen anyone jump from a moving boat before! You should totally do it - give us a show of deep-sea fishing!"

Their laughter rang in my ears as the three of them cracked up.

I glanced at the distant cruise ship, tears welling up in my eyes.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and a bell chimed from the driver's seat.

I eyed the keys, and without a second thought, dashed over and yanked them out.

The engine died, and the sudden loss of power nearly sent us flying.

"Are you trying to kill me?!" the dark-faced coach shouted angrily as he marched toward me.

He reached for the keys, but I quickly shoved them into my mouth.

"If you want to die so badly, I'll make it happen," he said, fuming at my defiance.

He seemed intent on killing me, lifting me up and throwing me out of the speedboat.

I clung desperately to the railing, but he just laughed coldly, knowing I couldn't fight back, and began slapping me across the face.

The sound of the slaps echoed around us, and I felt like my face was going to fall off from the pain.

The driver, who had just slammed into the steering wheel and was now covered in blood, viciously remarked that it was a good hit.

Rachel, swaying unsteadily, stood up and shot me a fierce glare. She rushed over, grabbed my hair, and forced my face up so the coach could hit me better.

"Yolanda, don't blame me. If you're going to blame someone, blame yourself for being so malicious. Do you know that falling in could kill you?"

"You need to learn a lesson to remember this."

I bit down hard on the keys, keeping my mouth shut, and stubbornly stared at the two of them.

Just when I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer, a voice suddenly came over the radio. "Are you sending anyone over? Mr. Lowe is about to close the gate."

The dark-faced coach nodded eagerly, replying that they would be there soon.

He shot me a cold smile and pointed at me, indicating that I was lucky to still be alive.

He quickly shouted into the radio, asking for a rescue boat to come over.

But I couldn't hold on any longer; my hands slowly slipped off the railing.