Rulers Of The Streets

Chapter 3

Genevieve

"Dear, ladies and gentlemen, we're about to land in Boston City of Massachusetts. Please switch your seating positions and fasten your seatbelts securely..."
I wake up to a booming voice of the Pilot and feel a hand on my shoulder. I rub my eyes, sitting up straight and look beside me to see my mom, shaking me to wake me up from my slumber.

"We reached?"
I wonder out loud, rubbing the sleep off my eyes and trying to peek down through the window. Even though, that should be the last thing I would be wanting to do right now.

"Yeah. Now, come on, tidy up. Hurry!"
My mom says, ushering me to switch my position and fasten my belts.

I do them quickly and get prepared for the landing.

After landing down, we sit in our seats, waiting for the crew to tell us when we can go out.

And I pray, so that I don't have to. I don't want to go out! I love it so much more inside here, in this plane. After all this is so comfy!
Yeah I know, probably a bit of sarcasm is talking there.

"Genevieve, come on, take our handbags down from the upper compartment." My mom orders me.

Wait... did she just took my full name?

Oh Gosh! I'm in so trouble.

Oh, how much I wish that Dad was here!

I mentally face-palm, standing up from the seat and taking out the handbags, handing my mom's one to her. Then I sit down back to my seat again, while waiting for the inevitable.

Why is this happening to me God? What was my fault to deserve this stupid-and-disgustingly-awkward-situation?

Because you were stupid enough to run away, you idiot!
My subconscious rebukes and I just want to smack her, because she's right.

Like really? What was I thinking anyway? I'm surely the dumbest girl ever!

Running away from him, was never the right option. But I had to do that! I had to do that to make things more messier than ever.

Why did I ev-

"Hey, come on, it's time." My mom cuts me off from my chain of thoughts.

I lazily, or more likely unwantingly, get my lazy ass up, earning a glare from my mom. (Wait, unwantingly? Is that even a word?)

I stand up straight, understanding the glare.

Then we walk out of the plane and towards the airport building.

I slower my pace, not wanting to face what's coming.

I know I planned this flight, so that we could land very early in the morning, which is one of the reasons that got Mom mad at me.

And also, because, Mom could refuse Julie Mom for receiving us from the airport. And which she did, of course. But Julie Mom being Julie Mom, she had to be persistent in receiving us, no matter whatever time that is.

And even though, I know that he never ruins his 'beauty sleep', there is a strange feeling inside me, that's been telling me that he is going to be right out there. And, stupidly enough, an idiot part of me is also happy, thinking about it.

But most of the other parts are nervous, angry, mad and... Ugh!

I can't even think about him. Even a mere thought of him being out there, waiting for me, makes my whole body tingly and warm, after being away all this time.