Synister: The Push Series - Book 1

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After pulling off my shades and ball cap, I removed my cover-up. I could hear the sounds of whistles and catcalls from the band. Shooting a scowl over my shoulder, I raised my right hand in the air and presented my best middle finger before I ran toward the pool and cannonballed into the deep end.
    As I floated through the air, I kept the image of those guys tucked in my brain. Time was running out on keeping Synister’s secret. That was the funny thing about time. There was always too much and never enough. When the water rushed around my body, the sensation of the cold on the warmth of my skin was exactly what I needed to lose myself in the feeling, the sensation. That was when it hit me. Maybe feeling, being, living was superficial when you couldn't see another way. Synister was going to have to find another way. As my feet hit off the bottom of the pool, I didn’t automatically push my way to the surface. I pulled my knees to my chest and opened my eyes. The immediate response was stinging in my eyes and a sense of disorientation. The water was clear, but the depth had my equilibrium off center. The sounds were amazing. The loud booms and thuds of the water as it moved past me gave an overall sense of being suspended in time. It was like I was completely alone and centered at the same time. I could hear my heart beat. Taking in the moment, I began to realize how quickly I, we were running out of time. My oxygen was about out, and I could feel the burn in my nose as my brain was telling me to breathe. As much as I knew I was in trouble if I stayed under for another second, I did not want to break the clarity of the experience. Then it hit me. Maybe the way to deal with Synister was to give him a new perspective. I used my arms to push my body farther down in the water until I felt my feet connect with the bottom.
    In one thrust from my knees, I was propelled through the space that just a minute ago was peaceful, but now a rush of waves and motion. Once my head broke through the surface, I instantly took at huge gulp of air. It was an immediate reaction to the carnal need to survive. Another involuntary reaction was bringing my hands to my face and removing the excess water and pushing my hair out of my eyes. Reaching for the ladder, I pulled myself out of the water.
    “What the hell, B? You gave us a scare when you didn't pop right back up. I was about to come in for ya.” The calm, soothing voice of Oscar met me at the ladder. Oscar was the pianist in Push, and he looked like he belonged in a boy band versus a heavy metal rock band. Oscar was my height, five-eight, with sandy blond hair cut short and wire rimmed glasses. Although he was classically trained, he gelled with the group from day one. It had been over five years since he joined Push, but he would always be the noob of the group. As he reached down and offered me a hand, I took it because I was still getting my bearings. “Brooklyn, you sure you don't need mouth-to-mouth? You look a little, um, confused. I am more than willing, love.” I gave him my best I’m-okay-but-not-okay look, and Oscar got the message. Being the newest member of Push, he was still earning his keep. I secretly thought the other guys put him on Brooklyn detail as part of a band hazing. I was fairly confident that I scared the shit out of him, so he was doing his best to win me over. There was even the murmuring of Synister convincing him that I was the Venus flytrap of women and would kill my lovers once I was done with them. I assured Oscar that no bodies had even been found so...no body, no crime, right? That memory put a smile on my face.
    When I was out of the pool, I was handed a towel, although from whom I was not immediately aware. “No, Oscar, I’m cool. I would take you up on the kiss, I mean, mouth-to-mouth if I didn’t know your wife and the fact that she would kick your ass.” Giving him a wink, I turned my attention to find Synister. I was not able to spot him at

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