Seconds Chances *Completed*

S e v e n

"Did you have fun, Kaylah?" I question, as we sit in seats, the airplane from Pennsylvania to San Diego getting ready to fly.

"Of course." Kaylah cheers. "You know: I thought I'd hate you for the rest of my life for leaving mom and I, and hurting mom, but I guess I was wrong. You're actually a lot different than what I thought you were."

"Well that's good to hear." I chuckle, her giggling. "Just remember one thing, of your whole life: I'll always love you and have your back."

"Okay." Kaylah smiles, leaning her head on my shoulder, Tony finally coming out of the bathroom and sitting in his seat next to Kaylah.

I glance at him, rolling my eyes before looking away, him sighing. I hold Kaylah close to me, her body slowly submitting to the abyss of slumber. I look out the window, the plane finally taking off. I feel a tap on my shoulder, not reacting to it though. It's Tony of course; he'd do it to get my attention when we were together. That has to be the best thing.

Knowing his every damn move because, we dated before. When he does something stupid, I know why. When he's thinking deep about something, I know how to make him talk it out, so I can help him. And of course it's vice versa, but I've changed over time. Tony? Not so much, as if like to believe.

"Mike, we have to talk about this." Tony mumbles, looking at me, but my head still lays comfortable on the head cushion, my eyes holding its gaze on the baby blue sky and its white clouds. "Mike, c'mon, please?"

"No." I reply in a calm tone, rage pinching me the more he tried to get my attention.

"Mike, seriously?" Tony sighs, annoyance clear in his voice. "One worded answers?"

"Yep." I say, making him even more upset.

Tony had always hated when I gave him the silent treatment and gave him one worded answers. He knew that I did it to piss him off, or in this situation, piss him off even more than what he already is.

"You're such a dick." Tony snaps.

"That's the best you've got?" I fake a laugh, refusing to give him the satisfactory of looking at him while replying to him.

"Well, at least I can keep mine in my pants, unlike your always horny ass." Tony smirks.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I question, giving up on looking at the peaceful sky, to look at this spiteful son of a bitch, I used to call my everything.

"Don't act like you don't know, what that means." Tony's smirk grows bigger, as he can see the flaming emotion of anger towards him in my eyes.

"Fuck you." I roll my eyes.

"Seems like you already did." Tony nods his head to our sleeping child, before glaring at me while frowning.

With that I stay silent, knowing if I say anything, I'll probably get removed away from him for either fighting him or cursing him out. My eyes advert back to the window, wishing this flight was over already.

***
"Love you, lady bug." I hug Kaylah, kissing the top of her head.

"Love you too, dad." Her arms hold me in a firm grip, her head laying against my chest.

After some time, we pull away from each other, Tony catching my eye.

"I'll call you later, to know when you want to pick up Kaylah." Tony explains monotone. "Make sure you pick up your phone. I'm only calling once." He states coldly.

"Okay." I reply in the same tone of voice. "Bye Kaylah."

"Bye." She waves, Tony taking hold of her hand, pulling her away from me and walking in a different direction of me.

I walk around, looking for Alysha, but after 15 minutes, still nothing. I pull my phone out, calling Alysha.

"Hello, you've reached Alysha Nett, but sadly I'm not able to answer the phone at this time. Please leave your name and your message, and I will return your call as soon as possible. Bye." Her voicemail. Of course.

"Hey Alysha, it's Mike. Where are you because, I don't see you anywhere around this airport. Call me back, love you. Bye." I end the call, making way over to a coffee shop, taking a seat instantly.

I put my earplugs in, tapping my foot to the music, Wet Dreamz by J. Cole. I play a few games on my phone, still no text or call from Alysha. The feeling of hunger runs through my stomach, an animalistic sound answering my assumptions. I stand up from my table, walking over to the counter.

"Hi, how may I help you?" A girl with bright blue eyes, blonde hair, and nose piercings, smiles at me.

"Um, can I get a turkey and cheese sandwich, with an apple juice." I say, after looking at the menu.

"Sure." The girl types the prices into the cash register, the receipt being printed up. "That'll be $9.35."

I give her a $10 bill from my wallet, getting my 65 cents back. I get my food and drink in no time, sitting back at my table. Before I start to eat, I try to call Alysha again.

"Hello, you've reached Alysha Nett, but sadly I'm not able to answer the phone at this time. Please leave your name and your message, and I will return your call as soon as possible. Bye." Her voicemail rings through my phone, my thumb pressing the end call button.

I sigh, starting to eat my sandwich. I feel someone sit across from me, making me look up. It's the girl from the counter, but in different clothes, a more casual look to them.

"My name's Stacy." She greets. "What's yours?"

"Mike." I answer. "Why are you here, aren't you supposed to be over there, with the cash register?"

"I finished my shift." She shrugs. "Why are you here by yourself? You waiting for someone?"

"Maybe, maybe not." I shrug, her nodding, understanding my problem.

We continue to talk, until it's been 5 hours, making it now 8 at night.

"Well, since Alysha isn't here to pick you up, why don't I drop you off?" Stacy suggests.

"Thanks, but I've already vented to you. I think that's enough torture, I've put you through today." I chuckle, her laughing.

"No, it's alright. C'mon." She guides me to her car, a Honda Civic, unlocking the car.

She opens the trunk, letting me put my luggage in there. I get in the passenger seat, Stacy driving. She drops me off, exchanging numbers with her, finally getting inside my house with my luggage.

"Oh God." I hear Alysha cry.

I furrow my eyebrows, following her voice upstairs. The sound of the headboard knocking into the wall, making my suspicions raise higher than before. I walk into our bedroom, my jaw instantly dropping.

"Really Alysha? What the fuck is this?" I shout, the guy on top of Alysha and her moving away from each other.

"Mike, I can explain-" Alysha tried to speak, but I quickly cut her off.

"You can explain, when all of your shit is out of my house, and you're gone." I snap. "All of your shit better be gone by tomorrow morning, when I get back here."

Before she could protest, I make my way downstairs and out the house, getting in my car. I start the car, driving to a somewhat safe place. I call the number, to make sure they're home, since they should be.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tony. I'm coming over."

***
The picture is Stacy from the coffee shop in the airport.