Ricky's POV: As Ariana laid her head on my shoulder I put soothing music on. Remember how I'm scared of heights? Yeah, the music helped.
We decided to take a public flight to Florida instead. Ariana wanted to feel normal and have normal arrival since she was seeing her father. When we got to the airport in NYC, everyone came and took pictures with Ariana. She truly is a humble person.
"Ricky." I turned to hear my name being called. It was Daniel.
"Yeah what's up?" I asked.
"Hold this for me I need to use the bathroom." He handed me his hand luggage.
It was quite heavy, he must have a lot of makeup tools and all of that in there. I'm not about that fashion life.
As I started to drift to sleep I heard a loud bang.
"This is a set up! No one move or all of you are going to die!" A man with an all black outfit yelled. He had a grenade on his side and a gun in his hand.
This can't be fucking real.
One lady started to scream.
"Please don't hurt us pl-"
*Bang*
Shot dead in the head.
That's when everyone started to yell. Even I did. Ariana sprung up, confused.
"W-what's going on?" She asked while trying to regain her vision.
"Ariana, stay the fuck down. Some guy is hijacking the plane." I whispered trying not to get the mans attention.
Ariana's face became completely full of shock.
Her eyes widened.
She started to look around.
"Stay down." I whispered a little louder while pushing her down.
If the man saw her I knew it wouldn't end well.
The man started to walk towards our seats.
Fuck.
My breathing became heavy. I was nervous. Not to loose my life but to loose Ariana.
As he got closer, Daniel opened the bathroom door. He wasn't aware of what was going on.
"Wait no!" People near the bathroom yelled to Daniel, telling him to go back in the bathroom before the man saw him. But he turned around and saw him.
*Bang*
There he was. On the floor. Blood coming out of his body. Ariana let out a loud scream.
"Daniel!" She cried trying to get up and go to him.
"Ariana no!" I pulled her back trying to get a grip of her shirt.
"Everybody shut the fuck up!" The man yelled. "If anyone screams again I'm killing all of us with this grenade." He took out the grenade to show us he was serious.
Ariana crying hard, I tried to soothe her by bringing her into a tight hug and telling her he was going to be okay.
"No one is helping him." She cried. I mean who could?
The man was two seats away from us.
'Please don't let him see us' I thought in my head.
"Get up." He pointed the gun to Ariana.
I got up quickly.
"Not fucking you." He quickly pointed the gun to my head. Ariana screamed.
He slapped her in the face.
"Don't fucking touch her." My blood was boiling. I was nervous to make any move but he hit Ariana, I didn't care if he shot me. But then again if I made a move and he did shoot me, Ariana would be helpless and alone.
"What the fuck did you just say?" The man smiled. It was one of those crazy people smiles. This guy was sick.
He grabbed Ariana and started to walk away with her. I ran behind them. He was not going to take her.
When I pulled Ariana back to me he turned around.
*Bang*...
