The Love That Kills | Z.M | (On Hold)

Chapter II

Nicole's P.O.V.

All was silent as my uncle drove me to the airport. I got butterflies in my stomach as I wondered who my partner was going to be.

"Your flight takes off at 12:45 a.m!" He demanded. I groaned,

"Okay. Ugh! Why so early?! Well late?!" I asked.

" 'Cause it is." He said. I turned away from him and looked out the window and watched all the people walking outside pass by.

"Don't forget your name." He peeped.

"Jessie Wilde. Won't forget it!" I assured him, not even taking the time to look at him. Keeping my focus on my surroundings as we neared the airport.

"I'll be there when you need me." He told me as I got out of the car and carried my bags. I knocked on the window so he could roll it down.

"Wait you're coming?" I asked.

"Call me when you need me. I'll be there." He told me and rolled up the window. I stood there confused as he pulled away. What does he mean 'I'll be there' I thought. I turned around as saw the giant airport in front of me. I'm on my own now. It's all up to me!

I walk inside and get through security and what not. All that was left was some announcer to call out my plane ride and I'm off. I took a seat on one of the cold blue airport chairs. I popped in my headphones and blasted some old rock. Yeah I listen to it! Don't judge me! I looked down at my phone to check the time. 12:00. So close yet so far! I drifted off into a light slumber. I woke up with gun shots echoing throughout my mind. I almost always have nightmares when I sleep. This ended with a gun to my little brother's head. I pulled my headphones out of my ears and listened to the intercom.

"Flight 122 to Moscow, Russia is now boarding." A mysterious female voice spoke. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I trudged over to the gate and handed the female worker my ticket.

"Enjoy your flight!" She said in one of those annoying voices that workers are required to talk with. I gave her a faint smile, walked past her, and entered the plane. I took my seat and returned to my deep sleep.

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"Excuse me miss?" A man asked in a Russian language while shoving my arm. I almost pulled out my pocket knife, but stopped when I noticed he was an older man with white hair and wrinkles around his eyes when he spoke.

"Yes?" I asked back in Russian.

"The pilot said that we are to be landing soon." He informed me whilst pointing up at the button that showed a picture of a seat belt that was blinking. His hand shook unsteadily as he continued to point at the glowing button.

"Oh, thank you sir." I thanked pleasantly with my best cutie-girl smile. He nodded his head and sat back down in his seat next to me. I fastened my seat belt and waited for the plane to land.

"How old are you miss? If you don't mind I ask." The old man asked.

"I'm 20 years old." I told him.

"Name?" He asked again.

"Jessie. You? If you don't mind." He giggled at my copying of his actions.

"I'm James and I'm 79 years old." He spoke vaguely. "What's a young gal like you traveling during the Spring time?" He asked me.

"Some friends and I spent some time in England the past few weeks." I lied. "Now it's time to spend some here." I gave him a smile as he continued the conversation.