"We love you" mom hugs me and I hugged her back half hearted. "Let her go Trisha the plane is ready" dad smiles. Pulling her by the shoulders away from me, "yes I'm sorry" she sobs holding my hand. How they can act like this was a normal family separation was beyond me. They ripped the love of my life from me. I'm happy to not see their faces for years to come. "I have to go" I frowned before turning and walking away. My luggages were already in the jet yes I found out today that my own father owns a private jet.
Taking the window seat I looked towards the corner where Sarah and Gera sat. After my outburst the other day they have refused to talk to me and if I'm being honest I haven't made much of an effort. With a little scoff I looked out the window. My parents were still there if I looked intently I could see mom's tears rolling down her cheeks. I felt nothing it felt like life was just blowing through me. "Seatbelts!" The pilot calls. "We can't do it" Gera sighed startled to hear her voice so close I looked up. She and Sarah took the vacant seats beside me not like there was anyone else here. "Apologize!" Sarah glares at me arms crossed, rolling my eyes I leaned back as the plane moved up into the air only speaking when it was at a steady pace. "I'm sorry for what I said" I stated honestly and she sighs. "We know you're hurting and we understand...." I scoffed cutting her off. "Don't say you understand Sarah because you don't know shit of what I'm feeling. And to be real I just want to be alone" I groan before looking out the window again.
"You're being a real bitch right now Lizzy and it's not nice" she growls and I don't say anything to defend myself I just glanced at her. She won't understand, no one understands what it feels like to feel like you can't breath, like you're alone in a dark cave with no hope for survival. For some I'm being dramatic but that's exactly how I feel and I don't care what anyone thinks of me not anymore atleast. The air hostess came by with a trail of soft drinks. "Do you have whiskey or tequila?" Her eyes widens and so do my two companion. "Lizzy!" Gera warns. Not sparing her a glance I kept my focus on the lady. My gaze must have being scary because she stutters, "ye....yes we....we do". "Which? Tequila or whiskey?" "Both ma'am," "get me a bottle of tequila then and a shot glass". She leaves taking the now empty train. "Are you going to drink away your pain too?" "If it works yes" my answer was short and precise.
That's how the flight was spent downing shots and dealing with my whinny friends. By the time the plane landed I could barely make out the figures around me. "We have to help her fuck why did she drink so much?" "Heart break she'll come around eventually". I blocked out the rest of the world only returning when I felt hands on me likely pulling me from my seat out of the plane. From what I could remember my cousins were picking us up and driving us to the duplex where my new car would be waiting in the garage. He's trying to appease me with flashy things. "What happened?" I heard Gloria's worried voice and I applauded myself mentally that my other senses were working even if I couldn't keep my eyes open.
"She's drunk and I think she's drifting in and out of consciousness" by Gera's breathless voice and how close it was to my ear I could tell she was the one holding me up. Their voices mixed together and I couldn't make out the conversation soon I was being moved. I felt the seats before the movement. I let myself go thinking of William and a happy ever after.
Fuck! My head is pounding. Slowly I opened my eyes shutting them in an instance. Trying again I left it open to adjust to the brightness of the room it was definitely morning. "Where I'm I?" I sat up looking around the huge room. The walls were painted white with touches of blue. Looking down I smiled at the cute Disney blanket which now laid rumbled around my waist area. It felt like some one was trying to recreate my childhood fantasy and If I was in doubt the poster of Joseph Morgan on the left wall confirmed it. "I'm I dreaming?" I asked the air and just like that the bubble was broken as I felt my heart tug remembering what they were trying to make me forget, William. With a frown I picked up the pills on the nightstand and took it with the glass of water. Slipping down from the covers I head for the door. I noticed my luggages by the corner and I thought to change and freshen up but I wasn't feeling up to it so I just walked out of the room. My supposed bedroom was the last one in the hallway and I didn't miss the two doors inside it meaning it was the masters bedroom.
My feet carries me towards the stairs and down. The stairway led straight into the living area. Which was fully furnished with a big flat screen tv and comfy looking sofas. I already knew where to come if I needed to wallow in self pity. I took my left which led into the dinning room. From where I stood I could see the kitchen since the door that joined them both was wide open.
"Morning sleepy head" Gladys smiles from her spot behind the stove. The kitchen could fit five people and they won't run into each other. And it did Sarah and Gera sat on the stools surrounding the breakfast table. Gloria was chopping vegetables by the marble topped counter beside the sink closer to the gas cooker. All the modern appliances were present in the kitchen which included a coffee maker which explains the mugs in both my friends hands. They were still in their PJs and I could only see the tops but I was sure Sarah had a nightgown on and Gera was wearing a two piece, a shirt and probably shorts. They all stared, at me waiting for me to break the silence. I looked around one more time before retreating without a word.
Their disappointed sighs followed me back to my room where I locked my door and broke down in tears the reality finally setting in. I'm no longer in New York. I'm a long way from home surrounded by strangers and nursing a bad breakup what can go worst?
♥️♥️♥️♥️I don't know how it is,I tried but I feel like it's missing an emotional touch since I've never had a break up before. No I'm not a child I'm an undergraduate.
