Kidnapped: Welcome 'home'

Chapter 31: Home

David was serious when he said that we were leaving the next day. After confronting him at the hills, he explained his reasoning. For once, it wasn't about him and what he wants, but about me.

We didn't spend much time outside and returned to the mansion pretty early. Since I was the one leaving for good, everyone helped me pack and were adamant that I take all the things they got me. I tried to refuse, but that didn't work. All the items were bought for me and for me only (their words, not mine) and none of them were going to use it anyway. As a result, I ended up with five large suitcases for myself.

It was difficult to sleep that night. Tossing, turning, shifting: I tried to get comfortable and sleep. When I finally managed to fall asleep, the alarm decided to ring for Fajr. I prayed Fajr, then crept back into bed to sleep a little more...

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK!

I almost jumped out of my skin at the knocking on the door that resembled gunshots.

"Wake up, Mademoiselle, it's the afternoon." Pierre's voice could be heard.

Checking the time, I jumped out of bed and sprinted into the bathroom. It really was the afternoon. How could I sleep in?

As fast as never before, I got ready to leave. It wasn't until I walked out of the wardrobe, fully dressed in designer clothes, that everything dawned on me. I would be lying if I said that I didn't replay everything that happened recently and reflected on it all. I silently prayed to Allah in my head to keep me safe and reunite me to my family. Looking around one more time, I stepped out onto the balcony. After a while, I walked out and strolled around the mansion as memory after memory played in my mind. Finally, I finished my stroll at the kitchen where I was able to get some breakfast, or in other words: lunch.

We got into the car and headed off into the airport as soon as I finished eating. There was a deadly silence that filled the car which I tried to ignore by watching the city outside the window.

At the airport, King started up a conversation with Pierre, to lighten up the mood. Steve then joined and I happily welcomed the opportunity to avoid the noisy silence between us all. Soon after, David warmed up to it and joined in too, but we all avoided the same topic: what we were currently doing. We couldn't keep up with the silence, it was too much to handle, nor could we discuss the current events, it was just impossible.

Once again, we travelled in David's private jet and, before we knew it, had landed in London. I pulled my fur jacket around me as my heart hammered in my chest. Mixed emotions filled me to the brim.

"It's sunnier here than in the US," King commented, "hotter too."

"Climate change." I stated, putting my sunglasses on.

"And time zones - its later on in the day in the US that here, so its bound to be warmer too." Pierre added.

David had hired a car and a chauffeur to take me home so that the vehicle cannot be tracked back to us. That is also why someone else had to hire it for us.

We got into a Rolls Royce that was waiting for us and drove into the city heading towards my home. The closer we got to our destination, the quieter we got.

"I'm going to miss you." Steve eventually admitted.

"We all will." David whispered.

"I'm going to get emotional." Pierre chimed in, making us all laugh.

"It was a pleasure having you around." King said, returning to the main topic.

I slowly removed my sunglasses without saying anything.