A Team M.C.

Terminal Troubles

A/N: So I think I'm going to stop writing this. :/ there is literally one person who reads and comments every time (I love you, btw!) so unless I get more reads then I'm going to delete this. Sorry guys. :(
Blair's POV
"Five minutes, babe!" Michael yelled from the hallway.
"I'm almost ready!" I shouted back before cramming last minute things into my bag.
Of course when Michael had rushed back up here and told me to pack lightly and quickly I was extremely confused but, what other choice did I have but to trust him?
"Need help with anything?" I turned around quickly to take in his appearance. He was now wearing dark gray sweatpants with a loose red shirt and a gray hoodie hanging lazily on his frame as he had his bag slung over his shoulder.
I quickly grabbed my bag and walked over to him. "No, I think I'm good." I spoke taking one last look around the room.
He nodded before switching the light off and grabbing my arm. "Mostly everything you need will already be in the house in Sydney. So, if you forgot something that's okay." He said as he shut lights off around the house.
I nodded and watched as he searched the kitchen and living room for last minute things.
"Keys?" He said before spotting them and quickly snatching them up. "Let's go."
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There was something about him. He couldn't stop smiling even when someone cut him off in traffic. He was giddy and wouldn't stop tapping his foot as we sat waiting in security.
"You're very excited aren't you?" I asked as I looked up at him.
His smile grew as he looked down and nodded. "It's been so long since I've been home."
I smiled as I looked up to him. "I'm glad you get to finally go. I've never been to Australia." I mumbled.
"I think you're going to love it. Have you ever been out of the country before?" He asked as he lightly laid his hand on my knee.
My face heated up and I knew I looked like a beet. "No, actually. I've been to Florida and back but that's about it."
"Really?" He frowned. "Well, love, you're about to become a world traveler."
I smiled before jumping slightly at the loud voice on the intercom.

FLIGHT 347 NOW BOARDING.

Mikey smiled as he stood up and held his hand out for me to take. "Ready?"
"Ready-" I started to say as I stood up but stopped as soon as I locked eyes with someone. "Oh my gosh."
"What?" Michael asked me.
"Mark is here." I said tuning white as a ghost as I watched Mark walk closer to security.
Michael quickly looked back and immediately jumped into action.
"Here-" he said throwing my hood up after throwing his on. "Keep this on, let's go." He said as he grabbed both of our bags and rushed to the terminal.
I attempted to look back when michael roughly tugged on my hand to keep moving. "Don't look back, just keep walking. He can't get through security without a ticket anyways." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me crushingly close to him.
I clung to him with the hope that the gate would be closed before Mark could come up with a plan to even get near me. I knew if he did that was it, I'd be dead in a matter of minutes. I knew how his operation worked. I knew Mark had two of the workers with him, ready to kill me as soon as they had the chance. Everyone knows when you start working at a gentlemen's club, you don't quit. You are there until you're fired or until something else happens. Before you sign the contract they say that if you try to leave, you'll be killed. There is no secret in that. Now look at where I am, attempting to runaway with someone I've only known for three weeks. I knew I could trust Mikey but when you actually stop and think about it, it couldn't be any sketchier.
Right as we reached the flight attendant ready to look at our tickets and allow us on the plane, we were forced to a dead mans stop.
"Blair. I suggest you turn around right now." Marks voice echoed through the terminal as his footsteps drew closer.
I closed my eyes tightly, Michael pulling me in closer, as a tear slipped.
This is is. I'm going to die.