The Fortuitous Heist

I felt blood trickle down my throat and my head was throbbing. I heard the never-ending sound of the waves throwing themselves onto the rocks. I was supposed to be in my luxury hotel in the heart of beautiful Cancún, and not on a beach. Where was I? I realized that I had no clue where I was, so my eyes shot open and I quickly sat up. I felt a wave of nausa wash over me, so I carefully laid back down in the sand. I stared up at the breathtaking azure sky scattered with little white whispies that acted like accents on the vast above. I wanted to enjoy the bewildering sky for a little bit longer, although I had to figure out where I was first. I punched the sand beside me, not wanting to believe the reality.

“Hungover.” I whispered to myself. I shook my head in disbelief, trying to remember the events that lead up to that moment. I couldn’t remember anything. Not even a single memory or thought.

“Dammit. Where am I?” I rolled over on my ride side, and pain shot through my body like a bullet. I let out a quiet yelp, and I examined my arm. I had several shallow cuts. none too deep, except for the one closest to my shoulder.

“What the hell did I do?” I frantically patted myself down trying to find my phone. I pulled it out of the pocket of my sandy jeans. I clicked the power button mulitple times, but it wouldn’t turn on. I yelled in anguish, and threw the phone in the sand next to me.

I was stranded on some beach in Mexico and I had no phone, no food, no water, and I was hungover. I tried to stand up; pushing through the pain in my legs. Bruises appeared on my thighs and calves that made me look like a Van Gogh painting. I was finally standing, although I was weak. I needed to eat something. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate anything but I didn’t know if it was because I was hungover, or just forgetful. I looked ahead of me, and the breath was taken away from me. I was standing on the most beautiful beach that I had ever seen.

The water sparkled like diamonds, and the sand was whiter than paper. Shells embellished the shore, along with alge that was more green than emeralds. The water was so clear that almost appered invisible. It was truly beautiful.

“You’re awake.” The man said. I screamed and jumped, and franctically turned around. Standing behind me was a hispanic man, probably in his early twenties. He was definitely the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my life. His stylish black hair blended perfectly with his dark caramel skin, and his dark eyes looked like the mysterious night sky. Even though he was absoluletly beautiful, I needed to figure out where I was, and who he was.

“Who are you?” I asked. He started coming closer to me, and I backed up a few feet.

“I’m Jose. Remember me?” He asked curiously. His accent was strong, but I could still easily understand what he was saying. I shook my head trying to remeber anything. I hoped that his name or face would ring a bell, but there was nothing.

“No, No. I don’t remember anything, I’m hungover. Why am I on this beach? Why am I here? Who are you?” I started talking faster and faster, and my words were finally racing with my brain.

“You don’t remember this?” Jose asked. From his pocket he pulled out the largest, most beautiful diamond I had ever seen.

“No! What is that? Did you steal it? Did we steal it? Where did you get it from? And I still don’t remember you!” I yelled. I was scared. Not just because of him, but because of what we could’ve done together. Did we steal the diamond?

“Kate, Kate, it’s okay.” He started walking over to me. He tried to put his hand on my back to console me, but I pulled away.

“First of all, my name is not Kate. It’s Mia. Second of all, I still don’t remember you or your diamond.” I said. I stared at him and crossed my arms expecting him to explain what is going on.

“Stop yelling,” he whispered, “We need to get out of here.”

“What?! Get out of here?! I’m still supposed to be in my hotel room probably far from here. I need to go home. I have to.” I protested. I scrambled trying to find my things in the sand. I grabbed my jacket, dead phone, and purse, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. Jose ran up behind me and gently grabbed my arm.

“Kate, Kate, please stop and think about this. Remeber last night? How you said all those things to me? Don’t you want it to come true?” He asked.

“I have no idea what you are talking about! I don’t remember you! I don’t remember last night! I have not even the slightest clue as to where I am! Please just tell me what’s going on!” Jose took a few deep breaths, and I looked right into his beautiful dark eyes.

“Last night, I found you sitting outside the bar. I don’t know how much you had to drink, but I could tell that it was a lot. You were angry, mad in fact. You said something about a man stealing something from you I don-”

“Wait, someone stole something from me? I was at the bar?”

“Yes, you were outside the bar sitting on one of the chairs that they sit outside of it. Anyway, you asked me for my help-” Suddenly, Jose stopped talking. He looked around him as if he was paranoid of something.

“What is it? What are you doing?” I whispered.

“They’re coming.” He said.

“Who’s coming? Why?” I could feel my face getting hot, and my already existing migrane was stronger than ever. I thought I was going to throw up or pass out. That’s when I heard it. Police sirens.

“What do we do? Jose!” I yelled. Jose was stading still. I could tell that he was trying to brainstorm, but this was not the time for deep thoughts.

“We can’t run. They’ll find us.” He responded. He started pacing back and forth, and the sirens got louder, and louder, and louder.

“Jose! We have to do something! I should be in my hotel room! My flight to go back home leaves tomorrow!” I yelled.

“Shhh! I know that this will be stressful, but we have to work with them!” Jose put his hands up in the air, and so did I. Tears were streaking down my red cheeks, and my hands were shaking. I heard the sound of car doors slamming, and I heard yelling that kept getting louder and louder. The policemen ran up to us and drew guns that were bigger than guns I’ve ever seen.

I heard all sorts of yelling, all of which was in Spanish. I closed my eyes, hoping that it would transport me into a different place. It didn’t. I felt handcuffs being tightened around my wrists, and I let out a little yelp. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. What I saw made my stomach drop to my toes.

“Jose! Why are you handcuffing me?” I yelled. He pulled out an F.B.I badge, and the shiny metal glistened in the hot Mexican sun.

“You can stop pretending now. We know what you’re apart of.” He dropped the fun accent that he had before, and then he had a straight American accent with a very serious tone. I was so confused that at first I couldn’t make words.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I was just on vacation!” I protested. Jose looked at the other policemen and laughed.

“Kate, we know that you’re apart of the Los Deplorables.” He crossed his arms as I began arguing again.

“What! No! I don’t even know what that means! I don’t even speak Spanish! What is going on? My name is not Kate!” I fought to get out of my handcuffs, and one of the officers tightly grabbed my arm. I began crying again.

“Kate, you don’t just steal the Joja De Merium on accident. It is a 325 carat diamond that is worth over 250 million dollars. You don’t just do that by mistake.”

“But it wasn’t me! I didn’t do it! I have no desire to steal a diamond! I don’t want to go jail!” I was so aggrivated. I had no memory of last night which was the most frustraing thing, aside from the fact that I was about to go to a Mexican prison for no reason.

“Let’s go.” Jose said. The policemen dragged me to the car, but I fought.”

“It wasn’t me! It wasn’t me!” I screamed. My lungs felt like they were collapsing, and my voice hurt from screaming. I was so upset. I had no clue what was going on. Why did they think I stole the jewel? Why was I hungover at the beach? I guess some things you just never figure out. The officer forced me into the car and slammed the door. I remained screaming from inside the vehicle. The window started rolling down.

“Kate, if you keep screaming, then we will increase your sentence. Shut up.” Jose demanded through gritted teeth. I was crying so much that my eyes felt swollen, and tired. An officer got into the car that I was in and began driving off. I pounded on the windows, hoping that someone would help me.

Through the window, I could see the beautiful beach that I had somehow woken up on. The water still projected the azure sky like a mirror, and the water rippled with the gentle breeze. The sand was still softer than a pillow, and whiter than paper.

“Goodbye beach. You are the last beautiful thing that I will see for a long time.” I whispered to myself. The police car drove off into the steaming Mexican street, and I had no idea where the road was going to take me.