Blood Tears

Chapter 3

No one told me that these police station chairs are so fucking hard. My fucking ass hurts from sitting on it for 2 bloody hours. When we had reached to the station a few hours ago, I was immediately taken to get my DNA sample. They made me pluck out a strand of my hair, which hurt like a bitch to do by the way, and spit into a cup. Now they just left me in the waiting area, on this hard ass chair, to check the results. My thoughts were interrupted by Ms. Smith walking into the waiting area. What really caught my attention was the huge smile on her face. Oh god, is she really that happy about me going to an orphanage. " Hey Ardian, great news,  we contacted your father and he agreed to take you in. Lets go to your house to collect your stuff and then meet your father. He already booked a flight to Italy for you. LETS GO!" she said excitedly. FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! Why did he agree? My mother always told be that he did not want me in his life and that was why me and mom were kicked out with practically nothing. The bastard did not even pay child support. And now he wants me back, shit.  He probably just felt obligated. What if he is worse than Damon. Bloody hell. Should I just make a break for it? I was pulled from my quarter life crisis my Ms. Smith waving her hand infront of my face. When she knew she had my attention, she motioned for me to follow her. I reluctantly did since attempting to run away now, in a police station, would get me nowhere. I trailed behind her as she lead me to her car. It was  a white Sudan. Meh. I sat in the back as Ms. Smith drove to my house. When we arrived, she looked at the house with pity, and honestly, I can't blame her. It was falling apart at the seems and looked abandoned. The front lawn was no better as it was overgrown with weeds. "Okay sweetheart, you go ahead and pack your stuff and meet me back here okay." Mr. Smith said rather sympathetically as she probably already guessed that I would not have much stuff.  I nodded my head and darted out of the car as fast as my injuries allowed me. When I reached inside I was immediately disgusted by the amount of alcohol bottles, drugs and blood was around the house. The amount of horrifying memories made my eyes burn with tears. I pushed my emotions aside as I packed all my stuff in a duffle bag from my parents room. It's not like they will miss it now. When I finished I hauled it up the stairs and went to grab all the pain medication, sleeping medication and nursing equipment from the kitchen. I stuffed those, as well as by razor blade into my school bag. If things get messy and I have no way out, death will be my escape. Lastly, I stuffed all my saved up money in my school bag was well, in case I had to run away. Once I was satisfied that I had everything, I exited the house and sat back down in Ms. Smith's car, not sparing a glance back at the house of horrors. The drive to the airport was quite as I watched the trees and city go by. As we reached the airport, I realized that Mr. Smith made a wrong turn. OH SHIT! Is this bitch kidnapping me. Was she paid by my father to kill me. Oh Fuck! Ms. Smith must have seen my panic as she informed me that my father had a private jet. Well damn. I knew mother said that my father was rich but damn. He was rich rich. When we arrived on the terminal, we got out and I stared at the plane in awe. It was a sleek black with gold accents. If the outside looked this luxurious I could just imagine the interior." Okay, this is it love, your father will pick up there, have a safe trip and I hope all will be well. Call me if anything happens, this is my card." Mr. Smith said as I turned to walk up the stairs. I stuffed her card into my pants pocket and gave her a polite nod. Dear god did walking up these stairs to the plane hurt. The pain killers were starting to wear off so I will have to ask on the plane for some food as I can't take more on an empty stomach. As I entered I was gob struck.  The interior was an elegant mix of black, whites and greys. The further I walked in, the more I was amazed. Like the plane had a freaking bedroom and bathroom bigger than my house. I gently sat on one of the seats and waited for departure. As I rested my bag on the opposite chair, I noticed the pilot and an airhostess coming up to me. "Hello Mr. Lasota, I am your family's pilot Pilot Darren and this is Mrs. Wilis. I hope you have a wonderful flight." Mr. Darren said with kind smile. He then left to cockpit leaving me with Mrs. Wilis. "Hello dear, is there anything I can get you?" Mrs. Wilis said in a kind but professional voice as she smiled down at me. I held up a finger indicating for her to give me a minute as I took out my cracked phone. I typed that I would like a snack to eat and showed her the phone. She nodded in response and then ventured off into the back. Mrs. Wilis came back with a basket full of a variety of snacks to choose from as well as some tea. I thanked her and then devoured the bag of chips in record time. I then downed the pain relief tablets with tea. That was some of the best tea I have ever had. I then used the bathroom and climbed into the bed. I spent the rest of the flight watching Criminal Minds on the TV in the room, trying to distract myself from the anxiety of meeting my absent father. Lets just hope I can die on the plane to avoid meeting him.

Ardian's House ^

The Lasota Private Jet ^

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