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"Jimmy!" Everyone shouted, as my hands dropped all of his belongings and wrapped around his wrist, trying to pull him off as I let out a tiny gasp, feeling the helicopter drop and soar down from the sky.
"JJ!" I loudly whimpered, while JJ quickly aimed for his thick and hairy wrist, aggressively trying to tear it off, only bringing in the discomfort worse at the force.
"Why were you looking at my stuff? Give me it back! Give me it back, blondie." Jimmy quickly used his other hand, and plowed JJ off of his seat, making the process to rip Jimmy's hand off of my warm neck harder.
"That's mine! I had a bad feeling about you the entire time!" Jimmy shouted at me, while I raised one of my legs, trying to boot him off of me, but he kept dodging me.
"Who are you really? Get the fuck-" I was interrupted by a struggling breath, and him digging his fingertips into my warm neck, nearly taking away my breath.
"What is wrong with you!"
"Jimmy, what the hell!"
"Fly the fucking plane! Let her go! Please fly the plane!" Pope loudly panicked while I let out a small cough at the uncomfortable pressure.
"Get off of her!" John B and Sarah reached over and wrapped their arms around his body, trying to pull him off of me, only causing me to nearly get lifted off of my seat as his grip only became more stable.
"Don't touch her! What the fuck is wrong with you!" JJ protectively lunged at him, sending a harsh and fierce jab on the side of his jaw, with his pointy bone, sending him whipping into the plane steering wheel, slipping the hold on my neck.
"Jimmy, dude!" Cleo shouted.
A struggled gasp escaped from my mouth, while a hand quickly landed on my swollen neck, letting out a loud breath, while my eyes flickered around everyone, discovering them staring at me with shocked complexions, eyes budging out of their faces.
"Please fly the plane! Please fly the plane!" Pope screamed with fright laced in his voice while the helicopter shook, and an alarm began beeping.
Momentarily, Portis returned to the small helicopter steering wheel, and let out a loud grunt, while I listened to and felt my heart loudly beat, and deep and creaky breaths strumbled out of my mouth.
"Are you okay? Can you breathe? In and out, baby. Are you okay?" JJ rammed me with many questions, while I quickly cleared my throat with a small nod. "Yeah-yes." My soft voice was unsteady with a cough.
