As I took my seat at the window, I exhaled heavily.
Dylan followed close behind me taking the seat next to mine.
While Gary and Liv took the two seats on the other side of the isle.
I guess he saw the worry on my face.
"You will be ok baby, be brave and you get some dick later." He whispered, smiling mischievously.
I swatted his arm and smiled back because either way I had to get some.
Even if it meant rape.
Now I understood the unusual horniness these past weeks, this kid had me jumping his daddy the least chance I got.
Hear me to bout "his" and God see say I don't want no boy pickney.
Mi want a likkle dolly.
My heart raced in my chest threatening to fly out of my mouth as the "SEATBELT" sign flashed green.
The attendant closed the door and the engines roared to life.
"Please fasten your seat belts gang, we are about to take off." The attendant said.
I was fumbling with the seatbelt from not being sure where to put what mixed in with nerves.
Dylan reached across and secured it across my lap before securing his own.
He didn't say a word to show me up.
Liv and Gary were ok, they have traveled both for work and pleasure so I was the only virgin here.
Mi feel big and fool fool enuh!
Within seconds we began moving slowly, rolling down the tarmac.
Breathing heavily, I grabbed the handles.
I was nervous all over again.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held onto Dylan's hand for dear life.
I felt as if my stomach was in my chest and everything inside me began to get misplaced as the plane picked up speed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I chanted as we eased into the air.
"Open your eyes baby, you gotta see this view!"
I peeked out one eye looking toward the window.
There were puffy clouds and the airport beneath us getting smaller by the second.
It was spectacular, my best view by far.
"Take a picture." He urged me.
I looked across at Olivia and Gary.
Gary was in his phone while Olivia was busy snapping photos.
I shook my head and smiled.
I took out my phone to take a snapshot from the window but changed my mind.
I held onto his hand and clipped a picture of our entwined hands instead.
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