Cadence

34. Planes

Cadence

Zipping up the suitcase, I call for Hope. This thing won't do up.

"Coming!" She shouts back.

I'm leaving the city, I need a fresh start. I'm going to Greece, I've always wanted to move there. Wanted to soak up the sun. Get drunk as fuck. And blah blah blah.

This whole thing with Nicolas has just given me the excuse to actually do it.

"What's up." She smiles, her hair is thrown up into a messy bun and she's wearing a crop top and low waisted cargos.

I envy her good looks and fashion sense. If I looked like her, I reckon I'd be the happiest woman on earth.

"This zip won't do up, can you sit on it whilst I try again?"

"Sure thing."

She plops her butt down on the suitcase, it allows me to zip it up and I let out a sigh of relief. "So where you heading?" She asks looking down at me.

"Greece, then maybe Moscow." She raises her eyebrows at the second destination. "Moscow?" I look to her with a smile that says -don't ask you don't want to know- which she listens to.

"You want me to drive you to the airport?"

"Nah, I think I'm just gonna get a cab then go from there." I say walking over to the bathroom and grabbing my phone.

"Okay, don't be a stranger okay? I wanna know about all the hookups you have." She winks.

Smile on face I hug her, I'm gonna miss her so much, from the late night ice creams, to the arguing over who used up all the toothpaste. She's been so welcoming and helpful this past week.

Nicolas has sent me over 50 emails, trying to get me to meet him to "talk". I'd rather not be in the same vicinity as the man who killed my parents Thankyou very much.

So he hasn't had a response, which has egged him on even more to continue emailing. Which isn't helping.

So I'm moving, new name, new hair, new email, new number, new everything. Which is why I'm not going to break it to Hope that I'm cutting everyone off, and indeed won't be able to tell her about future hookups.

I'm making my own targets, killing whoever I deem unworthy to live. I'll be a woman without rules, except my own.

***

We said our goodbyes and I got into the cab, wearing a zip up jacket, leggings and a black cap. My heeled boots reaching up to my thighs and making me seem a lot bigger than I really am.

Driving past shops I look out of the window, rain pattering against the glass, the sound relaxing enough to fall asleep to.

We drive past Dirty Night and I see Jamie standing outside, cigarette in mouth speaking into his phone to whoever. I have faith in him and Hope. They've grown so close recently, I hope they get together.

After a little while longer we pull into the airport, I get out of the car and tip the kind man $100 and take my bags into it.

Reaching the ticket desk, I look to the young woman and ask for a ticket to Greece, she looks at something on her computer then puts me in first class. Taking the ticket from her I smile and walk off to security.

I pass through and make my way to the plane.

I sit in my seat, far from the screaming kids in the back and troublesome teens. The seat next to mine is empty. That is until a man plops into it.

Dark hair, broad shoulders, and eyes so dark he looks like the devil himself. A suit free of lines and pressed to perfection.

"Nice to meet you." I say holding out my hand, trying to be kind to the handsome man I'll be spending the next nine hours and thirty seven minutes with.

He looks to me, something untraceable crossing his eyes and takes my hand in his large strong one, "The pleasure is all mine."

His tone is dark, laced with a foreign accent that I can't quite pick out.

The plane starts moving, and we make our way into the air.

And when I look down at the city, I don't feel sad or an ounce of regret.

For once in my life, I finally feel free.

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