Riley

Chapter 11

Riley's POV

Brushing my teeth quickly and grabbing my face cloth to wash my face, I clean myself up.

My hair is poofy as usual. I smooth it back, and head to the stairs. Peter is at the bottom with my phone in his hand. He won't meet my eyes. Something is wrong. I carefully reach the bottom and take my phone from his hand. He still won't look at me. I look at my phone and see that there's a message from mom.

Dropping to the floor and sit on the bottom step, my head in my hands, I sob, again.

First my grandfather, now my mother. Who are these people and what are they after? My life is falling apart.

Mom said the family has secrets, what the hell does that mean! And to lay low, lay low from who, for how long!? She didn't leave any useful hints to how to even get through this.

Peter sinks down to my level and wraps his arms around me. I'm vaguely aware of how his muscles ripple when he holds me. Whoever it was that is after papa and my mother, they obviously had tabs on both of them. How else could they have known that my mother would be on that plane at that time.

We need to leave this house. Anyone could be watching. We need to get to New York and get answers from my papa about these 'secrets'.

Shaking loose from Peters grip I stand and grab his and taking him with me. I lead him upstairs to past the bathroom to my room.

"Move the bed out of the way." He looks at me and move it.

I move to the built in safe that was hidden behind the bed and input the code, dads death date, 2000.

"Grab the money, I'm going to get a bag." My voice is surprisingly unequivocal as I stand and head towards the storage closet in the hall.
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Lorraine's POV
The plane descends slowly towards the water as I grab as many air bags as I can. The scene is chaotic, everyone is either panicking, screaming, crying, or calling there loved ones.

The flight attendants are trying to get everyone to calm down while the pilot tries to get the plane under as much control as possible.

Which isn't much, the plane is spinning in circles due to only one working wing.

I grab as many air bags as possible and place myself as much as I can, feet first on the window. I give it two good kicks and it breaks sucking out everything including me.

I make it out with injury to me arm and face. Just a few scratches. The air pressure forced me out far enough from the plane that I won't land on it, and it won't land on me depending on who hits the water first. One of the three airbags grabbed were torn on the broken glass window.

Upon trying to release it, I let go of all three that I've grabbed. They float away at a leisurely pace as I rapidly fall towards the nearing water. The plane is not near enough to fall on me, but I will hit the water first, which isn't good.

The force of the plane, even if it is descending slower than I am, will splash heavily. Then when it sinks...it will pull me under. I try to gain more distance but there's nothing to help me move.

The waters really close now. There are random items falling near me as I prepare to dive straight down into the water. I take my breath and a heavy item hits me as I break through the water, knocking the wind from my lungs. I swim frantically towards the surface swimming past suitcases and luggage. Breaking the surface as I struggle for a breath.

The plane lands in the water with a great splash and as I try to catch my breath, it splashes and I swallow a nasty mouthful. I hear all the screaming and the panicking of everyone at once. I see a few scattered people hear and there right near the plane. I don't stay to watch, I try to put as much distance from me and the plane. I swim with my head over the water, still choking on some of the water I swallowed from the splash. I feel the pull of the water as I try to swim away.

The plane goes under and it pulls me with it.