Blood Tears

Chapter 4

Okay anxiety is a bitch. I am damn near a fucking panic attack as the jet lands. Not because it's my fist time flying. Not because this pile of metal could just crash into the run way and kill me.  Nope. It's because now I have to go meet the person who kicked us out. The person who left me with them. My 'father'.  I was so consumed with my internal panic attack that I did not even realize that Mrs. Wilis had come to get me until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I flinched hard at the unexpected contact as I peeked up at her with slightly terrified eyes. "Sorry love. I did not mean to scare you. I just wanted to let you know that you can deboard now." She said with an apologetic smile. I meekly nodded before picking up my backpack and carefully swinging it onto my shoulder. I took hesitant steps towards the exit while trying to keep my breathing in check. I am seriously debating on whether or not to make a break for it. Okay, yeah, lets do it. Once I leave the plane I just have to make sure my father does not meet me. I mean I don't know what he looks like so he most likely does not know what I look like either so I can walk right past and maybe find a shelter, then a job. Yup! Sounds like a good plan lets do it! Well that was the plan, but that idea was thrown out the window once I saw what awaited me outside. 

There were two black Range Rovers with tinted windows so you could not see inside. Eight burly men in black suits and sunglasses surrounded the two Range Rovers. They were all over 6 feet tall and towered over my frame. There muscles and blank faces were basically that of every body guard that could kill you in a second. I would be dead before I could even  attempt to run away. My eyes were then drawn to the Rolls Royce Phantom from the extended series. Holy shit! That thing cost more than most people's mortgage. It was a sleek black color with gold accents and I could die happy just looking at it. However all that happiness evaporated into thin air when I saw him leaning against the car. It did not take a genius to figure out that this man was my 'father'. From the hair colour, to the nose shape, to the shape of our eyes, all were similar. He was tall. Like over six feet and screamed wealth. His face was stotic like the others around him but the air he held flooded with power and danger. His muscles bulged with each breath. He wore a white collar shirt inside an dark green suit jacket. He paired it with a beige pants and brown shoes. He looked like he stepped out of a movie set of an old money tv show. My breathing picked up with each step I took down the stairs of the plane. My head was hung low not daring to look up. My face remained blank as to not reveal my fear. I was lucky that the pain killers are working otherwise I would be bawling in pain with each breath. I did not even peek as I made my way over to my 'father'. I stood infront of him like a statue. The only thing in my line of sight was his expensive looking shoes. Maybe if I don't move I will become invisible. Sadly that was not the case as his gravelly voice reached my ear. " Hello farfalla, I am your father. Lets get you home yes." My 'father' said coldly. The way he spoke was low and cold but they way he called me was soft. Farfalla. It means butterfly in Italian. I took an online course when I was younger but I have a feeling that keeping my knowledge of that topic secret would do me a favor. I dare not look up as I  nodded my head to his statement. The sound of a car door opening signalled that he wanted me to sit inside. I carefully lowered my injured body onto the expensive ass leather, situating my backpack on my lap. The door closed with a loud thud making me jump. For minutes, I sat there alone in silence admiring the flooring. I felt bad for the seat as it had to endure my dirty ass on it. The opening of the driver's door caused me to freeze and straighten in my seat. No words were exchanged as we drove but I could feel him drilling holes in my head. I focused on the lull of the engine as I played with my fingers. This man only took me out of obligation, that much was obvious . From his mannerisms to his tone of voice, it was clear he would rather be anywhere than here. All I have to do is stay out  of his way and hopefully it would not be the same as with them. If I took a hit from him it would be my last. Actually, that might be a good thing. It would finally bring me peace. I would give anything to know what was going on through his head but I have a feeling I would not like them. God, someone crash this suffocating ass car.

Hey how was it? Hope you enjoyed!!

I wonder what will happen when Ardian arrives home. Will he be in for any surprises? How does the father feel about his son's return?

See you in the next chapter!!!! Byee:):):):)