Assurance

Twelve | Not enough

TWELVE

B A I L E Y

- 6:12 am -

I wake up to a sudden large amount of weight on my gut. "No, Willow, let mama sleep for a little longer." Lewis wipers. What's mama?

My head hurts so bad. I let my eyes open. "Why did you say 'mama'?" I ask sitting up, holding my forehead in my hands.

"How do you feel?" Lewis asks, handing me a glass of water.

I sip on it before I answer. "Not good. Who is mama?" I ask again.

"It's nothing. Willow is just our- your little girl." He states looking away.

"Ours, but cute." I chuckle.

Then there is a light knock on the door. "Boss?" A voice calls.

"I will be right back." Lewis says before walking to the door. A few minutes later he comes back. "I was going to let you sleep for a little bit longer, but we have to get going." He says grabbing out bags.

"Oh, okay." I say getting out of the bed, going into the bathroom. "Did you feed, and take out Willow this morning?" I ask.

"Yea, she is all taken care of this morning." He says. I quickly go to the bathroom and keep the clothes I am wearing on. "I can still just wear this right?" I ask.

"Yea, of course." He says looking into the bathroom. "But can you get moving?" He says as nicely as he can.

"Oh, yea, Sorry." I mumble.

He goes to say something but decides against it and walks away.

- 10:58 am -

We've been on the plane for a while. Lewis has been in the other room, so Willow and I have just been sitting here, relaxing. Just then, Lewis walks into the room. "How are you feeling?"

"Hungover. And hungry-" Then I see the plate of food in his hand. "Can I have that, like now?" I ask desperately.

He half smiles and hands me my plate and I begin to eat. "Does your head hurt a lot?" He asked me.

"I guess yeah. But this food is really helping." I laugh a little.

"Good." He simply says. Something seems off.

"Are-" I am cut off by a knock on the door.

"I'll be right back." He says rushing out of the room with an angry face, and his hand on his hip.

I don't know what's about to happen, but I can tell it's not going to be good. The door locks behind him. At first I don't hear anything, then some light arguing. I can hear Lewis trying to stay calm. Suddenly there is a loud thud. All my breath stops. Willow is sitting on my lap, her ears up and alert. Then there is a wobble in the plane, and my fist clenches the seat for stability.

Just as I think everything is okay, and settled, there is a rattle of the doorknob and I am on my feet in seconds. My feet walk backward until I bump into the bathroom door. Willow is lightly clawing at the bathroom door. Good idea. I open the door and we get inside. Just as I lock the door, the front door into the room opens. Large footsteps make their way in.

I look at Willow, her eyes fixed on the door. The hair on her spine is all spiked, she is clearly anxious. Suddenly the bathroom handle begins to rattle. I crouch down, and cover my ears. I am so terrified right now. Silent tears make their way down my cheeks.

The door opens. "I- I don't have any money- or, or anything really. My- my father doesn't have anyone, he can't lose me too." I cry. I keep my head down, eye clothes, and my hands up in surrender.