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I jolt awake when I hear a whirring sound. It takes a moment for me to register what I just heard. Wait. That would mean that I'm in a-

Ooh, handcuffs. Kinky.

"Rise and shine, princess." A voice, that I now recognize as Atticus, calls out. To be honest, I'm starting to dread that voice and whatever the hell comes out of his mouth after. He stands before me, completely unbothered with some yarn and a crochet hook in his hands. His frown remains on his full lips as he bats his extremely long eyelashes.

"Don't call me princess, dickface," I mutter between gritted teeth. I'm really not in the mood to associate with such stupidity. I bring my hands out and try my best to get up so I can slap him and possibly knock some sense into him, but I realize that's impossible. A, because I'm handcuffed to the fucking seat and B, I'm pretty sure he's just naturally dumb so that would be a waste of my time.

"Touché," he says nonchalantly.

"Where the hell am I?" I say louder than my normal voice, which probably wasn't necessary but I did it anyways because why the fuck not. I mean, he doesn't get to kidnap me and expect me to be fucking nice about it.

He bends down from his towering stance over me to meet my position and rolls his eyes. He's changed out of his clothes from earlier and is now wearing a black turtle neck, which clings on to him exposing his abs through them, not that I was looking though. 

Over it he wears a leather jacket which was different from the one before, and long brown, white and black plaid dress pants with a pair of black dress shoes. I hate to admit it, but he has pretty good style, he dresses better than me.

"No need to yell. You're just on a plane," he says in the most nonchalant way ever while he taps his many rings on the crotchet hook with his eyes wandering elsewhere.

"A plane?" I question in disbelief, my eyebrows shooting up to the point I think they've met my nonexistent hairline and my eyes are wide enough that I'm surprised they haven't popped out of my eye socket. I'm joking, I have a hairline.

How the fuck did I get on a plane?

I regret any compliment I gave him before. I may have said he's beautiful, but now he's just plain out ugly. Not only did he fucking kidnap me, he also knocked me out and put me on a plane to God knows where. I fucking hate this guy. If I got my hands on him, I swear I would've killed him. If he doesn't kill me first at least.

And now probably isn't the best time to mention that I'm absolutely terrified of heights. Yep, I was diagnosed with acrophobia when I was eight years old after I came off of The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror at Disney World, holding onto some stranger's hand, crying my eyes out, and screaming my lungs off, also an extreme amount of puking.

I'm surprised I even made it out alive to this day.

"Yes, those things that fly in the sky that are like birds except they're not and they take people places overseas and wherever the fuck they want to go." Atticus explains like he's explaining to a four year old how babies are made.

I straighten my posture to the best of my ability, which isn't very much considering the fact that I'm practically chained to my seat. "I know what a fucking plane is, fucktard. I need to know why I'm on a plane." 

I try my best not to let the fact that I'm shaking on the inside show, but I think it's quite obvious because of the way I'm gripping the armrests. My heart is beating so fucking hard, I feel like it'll come out of my chest at any given moment.