Author Note: This is a first draft and is yet to be edited.

Sheiks Club- Bognar Regis, England- Present Day

The group entered the club promptly ditching their coats in the brightly lit cloakroom and one by one they walked into the dark neon-lit mayhem keeping together and heading for the bar. Roxanne, as always attracted immediate attention from the male barman who also just happened to be on her English Literature course so, it wasn't long before they were served their shots, drinks and further chasers all of which Lavinia was happy to embrace.

By now the music seemed to have captured her and she seemed to be moving with it feeling nothing more that its rhythm coercing through her body and with a need of nothing more than Claude to hold her steady. She was irritated that her headache seemed to be returning and before he could object snatched Sam's shot of Sambuca, downing it quickly she flashed him her cutest grin.

He rolled his eyes playfully at her pretending he was amused, he couldn't deny that he was starting to relax, alright Claude was all over her like a nasty rash and he hated it but apart from that everything seemed okay. Alex was dancing with a girl which never happened, it was like seeing a unicorn and a mermaid at the same time and although Lavinia had rambunctiously pulled Claude onto the dance floor and his arms were currently wrapped around his sister while she writhed up and down him like some kind of possessed pole dancer he still felt more relaxed than when Lavinia first arrived.

Soon the group had disappeared into the crowd and Sam found himself striking up a conversation with a girl from one of his morning lectures giving little thought to what was going on on the dance floor, perhaps he should have been paying better attention.

Bluebell House, Marxby Village- Present Day

Charlie and May pulled into the village of Marxby, it was funny, mused Charlie that all the time he and Lavinia had discussed the Manor and Dolly's time living there she never discussed the village. It always seemed to him that the manor was something of a prison for her and so, by association was everything around it.

Even when they had come to Marxby Manor they day he had nearly lost his life he hadn't seen the village, the manor sat on its cliff surrounded by the crashing waves below somewhat separate from village life, Marxby village, for the most part was a fishing and coastal village everything the town needed right on the edge of the water.

But there was some land and houses that were not so in touch with the waves and it was one of these cottages that May Charlton wanted to look at, a small country cottage but big enough for their lively brood.

The cottage was named Bluebell house and was located just off the edge of the Marxby Estate. The estate still kept many houses, some were rented out to farmers and some like Bluebell house were rented at the discretion of Lady Jane Marxby –Thomas. She would own their house after all if they chose to move to the village but she also had a reputation of wanting very little to do with her tenants which appealed to both May and Charlie. Charlie couldn't deny the house was beautiful with a big garden just like he imagined and a luscious old building made from old bricks that looked like they had been slowly placed there by hand. The inside of the cottage, which was just as appealing had thick wooden beams, and low ceilings all accompanied by a wood burner that Charlie imagined himself lighting in the frosty winter months.

"What do you think?" Asked May Nervously.

"I love it," he said.

Marxby Manor – 1916

There was no one to believe Fay and I that Jimmy was dead but us, seeing him under the window and a feeling doesn't really get you far with a family who are desperate for his well-being. If anything all our desperate outcry did was bring a nervous edge the manor especially with Mama and Papa and Jimmy's wife Poppy.

With everyone else so desperate to cling for word of his safety part of me wanted to cling to it as well, pretend that we had been wrong pretend that it was nothing. I even started to avoid Fay in the vain hope that if I didn't hear my sister telling me Jimmy was dead then he wouldn't be and I would really see him out that window alive and well.

One afternoon, after still no word one way or another Percy swanned into the drawing-room it was the first time we had really been alone since I had left and my first chance to take a look at my sister.

"Do you know something Doll? Mama and Papa, they say you are a wicked girl, they say for you to make up such lies about our brother you must a touch of the devil in your soul," Percy had to stop her self-smiling when she said this.

It was then that I really looked at my sister and realised that she was just as I had left her, spoilt, selfish and spiteful, he dark eyes flashed at me. Percy sauntered across the room and sat beside me her dark eyes sparkled, she was happy; it was not just the fact that she was taunting me that wasn't the only thing keeping her happy.

It was the chaos, she loved it, she revealed in it, she didn't care what we would all know officially soon enough the Jimmy was dead, no, Percy just loved the drama of it all. What was her brother's life to her after all?

Percy scooted closer me, her hair was curled and bounced around her shoulders, she smiled I didn't trust that smile. "So...how's your husband?" The words fell from her lips more like an accusation than anything else. And I knew what she was asking, did I still want him if not she'd take him from me, as I looked at me sister sat across me on the chaise lounge I knew she was beauty and all I could think was take him, please take him away.

Hi guys thanks for reading The Girl Who Fell Out of the Ocean if you are enjoying this book please comment and vote, thank you.