A Chance To Change

Planes

As I drove out of my perfect brown grassed neighborhood I still had Clay's wailing stuck in my head it was so heart breaking. I started to tear up just thinking about his face, it was so frail and small I just could not bear leaving him like this but it had to be done so I could finally move on. When we started to get closer to the air port I could just feel my shoulders getting lighter because every second I got to the air port the more I felt free of Clays grasp. We finally got there and ran inside we just barely made it in time just before the doors to the plane were closed. I hugged my mom and dad good bye I would miss them but it felt so good to get out of this jail cell called Houston, Texas, after we said our goodbyes I climbed on bored and went straight to my seat it was by a window next to this gray haired man with one of those travel pillows around his neck he had head phones in and was already asleep when I got there. I buckled up my seat belt and put my purse on my lap I then opened the window shade, the abnormally large wings frightened me a little but I was so excited that I just did not care anymore I just smiled out the window looking like an idiot with my geeky grin. 

I then saw the big fans started to move and then we were going really fast at first but then when we got into the air it felt like I was just as light as a feather. I just stared out the window until I could start to feel my eyes drooping I then went out cold still with my head pointing to the window. I dreamed that I was still on the plane and the old man next to me was still sleeping I then felt a little hungry so I waved to the trolly person to come over so I could get a bag of pretzels or something. The lady came over and gave me what I wanted I then paid for it and stared back out the window just staring out the window in awe, I then heard the lady go to the person in front of me asking he or she if they would want something then I heard the voice replied. 

"No thank you." But for some reason that voice sounded very familiar I then stretched my neck up a little bit more and there in front of me was Clay.

 I just sat there staring at him I could not believe that he followed me and how he even found me. Clay then turned around and said in a stern voice that was also very smug. 

"I told you I would find you."

 I then started to cry wondering why? Why did he have to keep me in his grasp just why me? I said it over and over and over again in my head just wondering why he could not freaking let me go. He then started to put his hand towards me and he then lunged at my arm he then kept me in a grip hold and dragged me to the bathroom in the back he threw me in there and locked the door behind us he then pinned me to the wall like the day I thought it was over between us. 

"Spencer I told you not to run but you never listen do you." Clay said while rubbing his hands over my shoulders repeatedly.

 "No Clay it is over between us I will never us the word love with you." I said trying to sound confident even though I was scared to death. 

"Do you not see even if you try your hardest to get away from me I will always be there." He said while kissing my neck.

 I then was so scared that I could not move at all, my feet felt like they were nailed to the floor and he would not just let go of me. He then started to trace his hand down my shoulders and my waist and down to my leg, I then started to scream for help and then suddenly I was woken up from somebody shaking me. I opened my eyes and found the old man had been shaking me awake, but instead of anger in his eyes it was fear.

 "Are you okay kid?" The old man said to me. 

"Ya sorry did I wake you I did not mean..." The old man cut me off before I could finish. 

"No its okay you just scared me all of the sudden I heard this screaming, I turned to you and I see that your hands were shaking and you had tears rolling down your face and you kept screaming Clay stop it over and over and over again." The man said still concern written all over his face. 

"Sorry it's just the reason why I am even on this plane is to get away from my ex-boyfriend he still thinks that I am his and that he will always find me and in my dream he did and it was while I was on the plan...." I cut my self off because I was telling my life story to a guy I barely new. 

"What's wrong?" the old man asked. 

"Nothing it is just I am blabbering to you my life story and I don't even know your name." I said while laughing to my self. 

"Oh right that is a little weird I apologize my name is Doc. Jackson L. Cunningham." The old man said while he had his hand out for me to shake. 

I took it and said. "Nice to meet you my name is Spencer Phelps." 

I said while smiling at this old man. "Well nice to meet you Spencer, I just wonder were are you going to escape you ex-boyfriend?" He said.

 "UCI or University California,Irvine I got an acceptance letter a few weeks ago but I am not going to live with the other students I am planning on staying in a apartment near New Port beach." I said with still being happy with my self. 

"Well what a coincidence I am the history professor their I just came to Houston so I could relax before I go back." He said with a smile.

 I then smiled back at him and said. "Well at least I feel less weird leaving Houston."

 I said and I was telling the truth. They rest of the way we talked and I told him about Clay and me and he talked about his wife and children and his work. We then played some games and had quit a lot of fun with this old guy oops I mean Doc. Cunningham. We both fell asleep and this time I did not dream about Clay and then I woke up to the sound of the wheels of the plane hitting the ground I thanked Mr. Cunningham for putting up with me and then I went outside and saw the most beautiful place ever saw I was excited and I felt like I could finally relax. Also, just to think that I got here by just a plane.

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