Bad Blood

Chapter 4 - I almost punch someone in public

The plane jolted and I sprang up in my chair.

"Good morning Folks!" The captain was taking over the loudspeaker. "We are flying over Sydney now and will be landing very soon. So please stay in your seats, put on your seatbelts and get ready for landing!"

Since Flights from New York didn't go straight to the airport in Canberra, We had to fly to Sydney, where I'd meet my 'halfbrother' leave carol and fly from there to Canberra. I groaned loudly stretching out my stiff neck. I wasn't ready for this

"You good there?" Carol turned to me over her book that she was reading.

I recognised the blue cover. "Is that mine?"

Carol frowned and shrugged. "I finished mine as we went over Hawaii. You were asleep, so I thought you wouldn't mind."

I reached for it, and she passed it back. "Did you lose my page?"

"No. What do you think I am? An animal?" Carol huffed and shoved her book in her white bag.

I smiled despite myself. Carol was just as an avid reader as I was. In the past few days, I'd seen her go through about 3 books per court session. She'd sat at the table during the will reading with her nose buried in a book. My former aunt had tried to get her to put it down, but Carol had only glanced once in her general direction and kept reading.

The plane started descending 5 minutes later, and after it had landed, and Carol and I had made it out of the actual plane we trudged up the ramp into Canberra's airport and onto Australian soil.

"Ah, free air at last." Carol stretched right in front of passengers who were still exiting, so I pulled her over to the seating area. I craned my head trying to spot a young male, who might have looked like my kidnapper mother, but Carol yawned loudly and guessed what I was looking for.

"He's not here. He'll be meeting us down in the baggage area so I can arrange somethings with him, and of course to help you with your bags." I nodded and we kept walking. We went through the passport checks and made our way down to the baggage check.

The carasole started moving and bags started coming out. I had two massive red suitcases, so I kept I eye on each red bag that went past.

"Got one!" I looked over at Carol who was lifting one off the carasole. She seemed to be struggling so I went over to help.

"Thanks." She nodded to the other one which was moving quickly away from us. "You'd better go get that."

I ran after it, and grabbed the handle, heaving it off. It was definitely much heavier than the last one.

"Here let me help you with that." The blue-eyed boy from the plane came up from behind me, helping me lift it. I was tempted to shove him off but to be quiet honest there was no way hitting a stranger in the face would make a good first impression from my half brother.

"Thanks, but I got this." I pulled up hard and it tumbled off the belt and onto the plastic floor with a clang.

The boy backed up and nervously placed his hands in his pockets. "Look, I'm sorry how I acted. I was rude. And also jetlagged, but I suppose that doesn't make it ok."

I huffed, and put my hands on my hips. "No, it doesn't. You were a jerk." He frowned. "But thanks for saying sorry."

He smiled and held out a hand. "Zachery Helmin."

I shook it. "Yule Davis."

"Are you doing ok?" He asked, probably referring to me throwing up.

"Yeah, I'm better."

He nodded, and I saw a younger girl who looked just like him waving at me. "Is that your sister?"

He turned to look at her. "Yeah, she's four and a half. Incredibly annoying. Is that yours?"

I looked at Carol, who was waving me over. "No." He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "She's not family. Long story."

"Right." He looked back at his sister who had been joined by an older woman, who might have been their mother. "I better get going. Have a good life, Yule Davis."

"Likewise Zachery Helmin."

We parted ways, and I rolled my suitcase over to Carol. She raised both brows.

"He helped me get my stuff off the belt."

"Right, ok." She looked a little confused. "Jack said he'd be here any minute. Keep an eye out for your half brother."

"How am I meant to do that, I don't even know what he looks like." I retorted, leaning on one of my cases.

Carol strained her neck for a few minutes and smiled. "Found him."

I turned to look in her line of sight, and my eyes locked on a 6-foot man strolling towards us. He'd dressed in black pants, a white shirt and a leather jacket, paired with dark sunglasses which sat on the top of his head. His dark hazel eyes twinkled, and he had dark blonde hair which had been combed back smartly. He smiled when his eye locked on Carol and me, his dimples on full display. He didn't look a day over 20. He also looked like a biker ken.

He walked over and smiled warmly down at me. "Jack Davis. I believe that you're my half-sister?"