Meredith had no time to think before she hit the sand. She hadn't been expecting it, and had only gotten a few steps before she felt a body throw itself against her---and suddenly there was sand in her hair.
In her hair.
This bastard was going to pay.
"GET OFF OF ME!" she screamed, writhing and rolling around and trying to do anything necessary to get away from him. "YOU CRAZY ASSHOLE, GET OFF!"
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