Stranded (Roc Royal)

Chapter Forty-Three

Clyde...

We followed Kevin out the other side of the island and waited for him to unlock the helicopter. It was quite large and looked like it could fit about fifty people. He opened the door and got in, releasing the steps that fell slowly onto the ground.

I let Chres and Karen go in first and then I was right behind him. After me and Travis got in he shut the door and waited for the steps to fold back. Travis sat next to me while Chres and Karen were across from us.

"Here's some blankets, and there's food and drinks right there if you'd look to your right. Please put your seatbelts on as well." Kevin said as he gave us the blankets.

"Thanks." I said while putting my seatbelt on, the others did as well. He went back to his seat and turned on the engine, waiting for it to run for a few minutes.

While we waited, we ate the snacks like animals because we haven't eaten in a while and I didn't realize that until I started chewing. I put the water bottle down as Kevin got ready to set for the air.

In my mind I was thinking it might've been pretty stupid to get on a damn helicopter with Kevin but we had no fucking choice.

I was wide awake, but Chres looked tired already just in a few minutes so he was just looking out the window and Karen passed out like we expected because Michael ain't let her sleep while she was with him.

"So what happened between y'all and Kevin?" Travis whispered over to me so Kevin can't here.

I ain't even gon' lie, Travis is fine as fuck but the way he's leaning on me has me feeling some type of way and I dont appreciate this. "Uh, he been feelin' Karen ever since he came here since me and him were pilots. Our, uh, plane malfunctioned so that's how we were stuck here." I tried to explain.

"Oh so y'all were pilot partners huh?"

"Kind of, yeah. He tried things with us, a lot of violence. Him and Chresanto never liked each other and I never liked him either." I said. He looked up at me and I honestly think I could've died.

"I don't really like him either. He seems suspicious." He mumbled, glancing at Kevin who was talking on the radio.

We remained silent for a while, making note of our surroundings. "So how old are you?" I asked him, tryna make conversation. It's probably the wrong time to do that but I felt like talking.

"I'm 23. What about you." He asked. He's only two years older than me.

"I'm 21." I replied.

He nodded, "How long you been in the island?"

"I honestly don't know. Wait didn't you have like a family or something down there?" I remembered his "dad" saying he was his son.

"Nah. I had a brotha' but we got separated. I know he got saved though, I been lookin' for him for a long ass time but I never found him." He frowned.

"Sorry to hear that. I bet he did get out of here though." I said. I looked over at Chres and he was half asleep, Karen was still sleep too.

"You single? Or you taken like a piece of bacon?" I decided to get right to the point. I either know now or later.

"What the hell?" He laughed a little. "I'm single tho." He said.

"Good to know." I said, and he looked at me weirdly and I just chuckled. He don't know he could be bae real quick if you know what I mean.

"What'chu tryna do, Clyde."

"I ain't tryna do nothin', fuck you mean." I asked right back.

He stared at me for a second and all of a sudden he grabbed my arm. Now what is he tryna do?

I felt the belt of the chair tighten. I didn't do that, I looked at Travis and he looked confused too. ''Did you do that?'' He asked.

''Nigga i'm right next to you."

Chres was wide awake by now asking me if I had did something to the seatbelts. ''Why it gotta be me bitch?'' I said. He tapped Karen to get her to wake up. She woke up like a minute later. "Aw hell no. Kevin?" Chresanto said while attempting to pull off his seat belt.

''What you want, Chresanto?'' He called out.

"Something's wrong with the seatbelts." Travis said.

"Who the fuck talkin' to you?" Kevin said from the front.

"Just answer the damn question, Kevin." Travis replied.

"The seatbelts ain't the problem here. It's y'all." He strangely said

''What'chu mean?'' Travis called out. Kevin pressed a button and got up off his seat, and the helicopter slid to the right for a few seconds catching us all off guard.

''Oh my gosh Kevin get behind the fucking wheel'' Karen spoke.

''Bitch relax-''

''Nigga shut the fuck up callin' her a bitch. I beat'cho ass once I could do it again.'' Chresanto yelled.

''And exactly how?'' He said, pulling out a button and pressed it. Right then our seatbelts tightened and it really hurt.

"You a lil bitch, huh? What you planning to do now?" I asked.

"Keep y'all here while I get the fuck on outta here." He said while grabbing a parachute from his seat.

"Really? The gas tank is almost empty." Chres said while looking at the wheel.

"Y'all got about fifteen minutes of life before you drop," he laughed.

"Have fun."