Rouge Romance (Tiny Supacell)

Questions

2:34 a.m.
I just got back home. The house was mute besides the sound of Nan's faint, light snores and the hum of the refrigerator. "Tuh," I whispered to myself, noticing Mila's boots and coat by the door. I was glad she and Tase were honestly getting along, it was better for the baby, for them. I walked to my room and plopped down on my bed.  Today was a long one. However, I couldn't stop replaying that conversation in my head. I couldn't believe Davis had tried that "happy family" bullshit after literally not even showing up to his wife's funeral. He's a fucking joke. But what wasn't funny was his dues here in London. You see...

Flashback
As I walked towards Davis's office door, I heard faint arguing.

Davis: Look I need time!

???: Two weeks!!

Davis: Two weeks?!? I need more time, please! They're looking into me for what happened. I'm running out of pounds and I can't rush this!

???: That sounds like a personal problem.

The person said as they hung up.

Back to reality
My dad owed someone money? He might've been a dick, but he was a rich one, with a heap of savings accounts as well. It didn't make sense to me.  And looking into him for what? Questions raced through my mind as I got up to run a bath. I removed my clothing while waiting for the tub to fill.  The pieces didn't fit, Davis owns all these buildings,  why can't he sell one for some cash? What couldn't he rush? Why was so much time needed? The water had finally reached near the brim, I poured in lavender bath salts and Dr. Bronners Peppermint Castile Soap.  As the warm water touched my body I shivered. I laid down neck inches above as I tried to relax, letting the essentials work their magic. Minutes after I placed myself underwater completely, drowning out all the noise in my head. But suddenly, my eyes began burning. Before I could think, I was gone...

Well not physically, but mentally; I was somewhere else.

Jazzlynn: I've...been here before...

I said to myself as I looked around. It was the same vision I had before. I was now in my Mom's plane seat, 12A, while the plane declined rapidly. The shaking, the screaming, everything feeling 10 times more real this time. Then the same woman, the one with the short blonde Bob in a flight attendance uniform came over and put a cloth over my mouth. I had passed out, but while my vision was blurring, a man walked up beside her standing in front of me. I could only see his shoes and a necklace hanging from his hand. Moms necklace. As he began to crouch down to my level, I woke up.

Jazzlynn: fuck fuck fuck nooooo!

I said to myself, panicking. Who the fuck was he? And why did he have my mother's necklace?