𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦

FOUR

"I'm pretty when I cry."

4

I flew up paranoid that what happened was real, my eyes wet and sore. Instant images flashed through my mind. I'm in a strange bed again. I squinted looked around the dark space, I opened the window. I jumped back seeing I'm in the air on a plane kidnapped—I'm not paranoid, it's just trauma.

My heart was damn near thumping out my chest, tears began to fall rejecting my composure. I'm whispering to myself to calm myself down, but the tears won't stop. I went into the conjoined bathroom, bracing myself not to break down or have a panic attack without knowing what's really going on and why am I here.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror horrified I was a sight to see, and not the good kind. My eyes swollen, my hair is a knotted mess. I ran some cold water over my face, dried it with a towel.

Tommie! My memory of her bleeding out starts racing— my heartbeat increased. I started to cry again into the towel. I cleaned my face for the last time trying to keep my emotions together. I'm fucking freaking out, I don't know if I'm going to die, how the fuck I got on this plane, and if stassie and lynn are okay.

I looked over to my right saw some basics folded for me. I went ahead and took a shower washing my hair in the process. I don't know what to make of this situation, I can't make a escape plan. I'm literally thousands of feet in the air.

I didn't want to blame myself for what happened to Tommie, but how could I not? Everything is such a mess. I got changed, wrapping my slightly damp hair in a bun.

I gave myself a pep talk in the mirror, "Don't cry, stop crying please." My eyes were still swollen than ever.

I slowly opened the door, peeking out seeing a hallway. How big is this plane, I walked straight while hugging myself, I got closer to the end I heard some laughter. I stepped out, showing myself, all eyes were on me. Here goes nothing.

"There's the lady of the hour," one of the men joked from the couch.

"Brother." The other one spoke as a warning, he had a fairly large tattoo across his eyebrow. It was difficult to read, I was to afraid to take the time to look at it anyway.

I didn't see Reign.

He continued, "I'm his brother Roscoe, one of four."

Just so they don't end up killing me I must play this carefully, "O-Okay nice meeting you Roscoe, m-may I ask why I'm on a plane?" I softly muttered, I began to feel my tears trying to creep it's way up to my eyes, I was terrified there's no hiding it.

"Have a seat sweetheart." He firmly instructed me, I took the one seated chair besides the window. "It's not my place to share any news with you, we're just following orders. My brother took a liking into you."

I shook my head refusing to accept,"But, I-I have a life back home, my friend she was s-shot, I can't up and leave like this." They all just glanced at me responding with emotionless faces. Tears let loose down my face once I knew my answer. This was all my fault I'm going to be sick.

The hyperactivity hit me again, "Oh god, I have a job, my mom oh no my mom. Please sir, I have to go back yo-you don't understand." I cried out.

No one would answered me, a hand with a tissue was held out for me, I slowly reached for it shaking.

Everyone was silent, while I was here having a huge panic attack not knowing if I was going to live or die. I knew I had to dry all my tears as I'm in the air there's nothing I can do at this moment.