Trapped

30

"Ella, hurry the fuck up!" Shawn shouts from the other room.

"One second!" I shout back.

I've never been good with packing. I never know what I need and end up bringing everything I own, which doesn't even fit in my suitcases and that stresses me out even more. I've been packing for two hours, killing myself trying to decide what to take and leave behind.

Our flight to London leaves in two hours and the airport is a good hour away from here.

I can't believe we're really going. Shawn has never travelled outside the city let alone to another country. It's going to be weird... challenging mostly, but I'm prepared for it. I'm prepared for whatever this trip might throw at me, although I'm hoping for the best.

"Ella we're going for a damn week! Hurry the hell up!" He groans and I emerge from down the stairs with two suitcases.

"Two suitcases? God, we're not moving." Victoria groans.

"These are the essentials." I shrug, as Shawn rushes up the stairs to help me.

"Whatever." She rolls her eyes.

"What did your mom and dad say when you told them we were leaving?" Shawn asks Victoria as we reach the bottom of the stairs.

Vic said she would tell my mom and dad we were leaving to go to London, just incase they found out some other way.

"Well you see..." She trails off. "I didn't. But only because I was scared they were going to know I got divorced or they would start asking questions on why I was 'visiting'."

"So what if Aaron tries to contact me and I'm not here? what if he gets worried and contacts them!"

"You didn't tell Aaron?"

"No? He hates Shawn, he would've tried to talk me out of it." I huff.

"Wow, the both of you are really unprepared, good thing I told Leila and made sure your parents." He faces Vic "or Aaron didn't find out." Shawn shrugs.

How did he even manage to get ahold of her? That's besides the point. This is the first time since he got out that he's taking responsibility. It's nice to see... more than nice actually. I want him to be able to manage and do things on his own. I have my own life and I won't always be there. As much as I wish I was.

"Now let's go, the cab is waiting." He smirks and lifts up both of my suitcases and his as we walk towards the door.

"I could've carried mine." I whisper to Shawn as he opens the taxi door for me. "I could've opened that too."

"What kind of gentlemen would I be if I didn't help." He smirks and I roll my eyes before getting in the cab.

We arrive at the airport and Shawn is already getting cold feet.

"I've never been on a plane before." He mumbles.

"Don't worry, you don't even feel like you're in the air." I assure him.

"Trust me Hun, you in first class drinking a little champagne getting your shoulders rubbed you won't even know you're on a plane." Victoria interjects.

"First class?" I question at the same time Shawn says "champagne?"

"Only the best for a Johnson." She smiles.

I knew she would book fucking first class. I just want to go on a holiday without it feeling like I'm with my mom, with her throwing the cash about, having people step on each other just to get on our good side because we're 'johnsons' that name doesn't mean shit if it's not respected. I would've been fine flying coach, like a normal fucking person.