When Broken Souls Collide

Problems At Security

The journey so far has been silent, neither of us speaking to one another. After we left the house, I moved from the middle seat to the seat next to left window. My elbow is resting on the little ledge near the window and I'm using the palm of my hand as a cushion for the side of my face. My whole attention has been focused on what is outside the window, watching everything that we pass by. For the past few miles all that can be seen is grass and maybe a few sheep, cows and if we're lucky maybe even a horse but that's about it.

Multiple scenarios rush through my mind. Daniel getting beaten up by my so- called father for allowing me to escape. My mum changing her mind last minute and deciding to not leave my father then turning to alcohol and even worse maybe drugs. Samuel abusing the innocent men, women, children alongside my father and not being effected once by it. However, there was one thought that wouldn't leave my mind and it kept replaying over and over again. All I could see was my Uncle Xavier laying inside the Meeting Room lifeless on the floor, surrounded and covered in his own pool of blood. His face slowly turning more and more pale by the second. I would like to think that his body has been moved but I doubt it. My father might've ordered the men to leave my Uncle there, but knowing Daniel he would most probably disobey my father's wishes. I hope he has but at the same time I hope he hasn't. The thought of losing another person that has had an important part in my life is going to be hard to handle, to be honest I don't think I would be able to do it. But I have to try. For Daniel, Uncle Xavier and my Mother's sake.

"Miss Otis - "

"Pearl," I correct him, not once removing my gaze from the window.

" I would like to formally apologise for the other day," Jeremy nervously rambles out. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him tighten his grip on the black leather steering wheel.

" Apologise for what?"

"For staring at you inappropriately, that was highly unprofessional of me." He spoke with guilt in his voice.

" I think we're past that now don't worry." I finally remove the side of my face from my hand and lower my arm from the little ledge. I turn my body around and look up into the rear view mirror where he is already looking up into. Unlike like our previous interaction, Jeremy's sunglasses are no longer present and this allows me access to see his dark brown and mysterious eyes. A little scar sits above his eyelid and another scar lays upon the top of his nose where his glasses used to sit.

"Thank you, Pearl. It won't happen again." He sends me a small smile before looking away from the little mirror and looking straight ahead at the road. A few feet away I can spot several cars and several lanes. Furthermore, we're getting back onto the highway. "Good, I should hope so," I reply to him.

"We should be arriving at the airport soon, remember your flight is at 1:30pm. We should arrive at the airport by 11:30am so that should give you some time to go through security and get you all checked in." Jeremy leans forward and opens the glovebox on the passenger side and takes out a small maroon book. He slams the glovebox closed and passes the item to me. "That is you're passport. Your name on it is Valentina Bernard, born in 2001 making you twenty-two which is also the same age as you are now so no confusion will caused hopefully."

"Airport?" My eyes widen. I was not told about this, how could I be so stupid? There was no way that the Hendrix family would live in the same country as us. My bags are full of guns and bullets. How on earth am I going to get my suitcase passed Security? I'm now hundred percent sure that my bag is going to be over the weight limit for travelling. "So.. there might be a problem."

" What type of problem are we talking about, Pearl?" He grilled with a stern tone.

" There's guns in my suitcase type of problem," I admitted to him. I watch his face change from several emotions. His face went from a look of pure confusion, probably from how stupid I was. Then to a look of anger, he kept fidgeting about with the gear stick. His head hits the back of the chair and a slight gasp escaped his mouth.