Broken Promises.

Chapter Eight- Welcome back Doncaster.

Chapter Eight- Welcome back, Doncaster.

(June 2007)

Bridgette's P.O.V

I looked at the huge airport, and let out an useasy sigh. For 3 in the morning, there were strangely a lot of people, something I never like dealing with. I never was a morning person, but this day has its exceptions. I was so excited I couldn't stand still, the butterflies in my stomach were making me nauseous. One of the first feelings I've ever had being in an airport.

My plane left at 3:15, I was now getting my luggage out of my Dad's SUV, and closed it. I'm really looking forward to returning home, but leaving Alex behind in California scared me. I convinced her to come along with me, but she couldn't. I don't know what she's going to do when I'm gone, I told Brett what had happened. He promised to watch her while I'm away, that sort of puts my mind at an ease.

"You better go. Plane leaves in 15.." My Dad said breaking me out of my trance. I looked at him and he smiled gently.

"Yeah. Is that everything?" I asked and rubbed my palm against my jean leg. I was jittery, 3 cups of coffee probably had something to do with it. I can't wait to get on the plane and have to go back and forth to the restroom then to my seat.

"Yep. Let's go ahead and beat the crowds." I nodded and grabbed my suitcase, thank god it rolled, or else I'd probably have arthritis in my shoulder by the time I'm 16. My Dad rushed to my side, and held my free hand.

"What do you and Mum have planned while I'm away?"

He looked at me and smiled. "Partying." I laughed at his statement, I can't even imagine.

"Sounds like fun." I laughed, my Dad opened the door to the airport, it was cold and had a scent to it. Each time I land or get off the plane, I always have the scent lingering on my clothes, and it's no perfume scent either. We walked up to a desk with a woman looking in her mid-30's.

"Good morning. How can I help you today?" She said chirpily, someone's a morning person, I envy her.

"Good morning. I have a plane ticket for David Stone." My Dad said to the woman, she typed on her computer, made a couple of clicks then looked at us to speak again.

"From LA to Doncaster?" She asked, I nodded happily. No matter what mood I can be put in, I still can't wipe away the smile from my face. I guess my Dad noticed it, because he laughed.

"That's the one." He said with a smile. She made another click on her computer and printed something out. She walked over to her printer and grabbed the little slip of paper, and walked back over to us.

"This is your ticket. The plane should be over there," she pointed to a woman with red hair at a desk, "you might want to hurry." She handed me my slip and I looked at my Dad. He handed me my purse and I put it on my shoulder. My Dad grabbed me and pulled me into his body to give a tight squeeze.

"I love you, Bri. Stay safe, call me the second you get off the plane." He said, I looked up at his face and smiled.

"Love you too, Dad. I will." I said back then let go of him. I waved to him then ran to the red headed woman. Each time my shoe left the ground, it screeched against the white tiles. I reached the desk, catching my breathe and handed the woman the plane ticket. She nodded and wrote something on it.

"Straight through that entrance then, honey." She said, I nodded then ran through the little hallway. I reached the end of it, then I was greeted by 2 more women in uniforms. I handed one of them the tiny slip of paper, and she nodded.

"Seat 4B, it should be 4 rows down, to the right." She said with a smile.

"Thanks." I said back, I adjusted my purse on my shoulder. I looked at the seat numbers on the plane, 1, 1A, 1B, 2, 2A, 2B, 3, 3A, 3B, 4, 4A, ah, 4B. Thank god no one sat next to me, all I wanted was sleep, nothing more. I sat down in my seat and closed my eyes. I grabbed my purse and got out my phone, maybe a text to Lou would be good. I unlocked my crappy phone and opened up my messages.