The Flight.

Chapter 1

Loving can hurt , loving can hurt sometimes but it's the only thing that makes us feel alive. -Ed Sheeran.

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Co-Written/Edited by: KaterinaMuppets

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I heard the soft clicking of the door closing as my mother exited our home on her way to God knows where, popping her head back in only to shout, "I'm going out. I'll be late tonight, so don't wait up." I was grateful that she left, her presence only served as an impediment to my peace of mind.

I don't really blame her for who she is today considering... with everything she's been through.

My incessant hunger interrupted my thoughts as another pang of pain shot through my lower torso reminding me yet again to eat. I walk to the kitchen to stuff my face with something.  Why am I always hungry? I thought to myself.  That question never really got old. Dear tummy, you're just bored, not hungry. Eh... I'll still satisfy you anyway.

Looking through the cupboards, I quickly scan to find the freshly bought jar of Nutella. Pulling that out, I open the jar in haste and grab a knife from the drawer adjacent to my hip, dipping it into the delicious hazelnut spread and applying it to a slice of bread I took from the loaf next to the toaster on the counter.

Checking the time, I see that I still have a few hours until I have to get ready for my next flight, so I make my way over to my room only a few steps from the kitchen.

Oh, the magical life of an air hostess: Eat, sleep, fly, deal with rowdy children, unruly babies, and rude adults and repeat.

I fell atop my bed with my Nutella and bread sandwich in hand, my eyes slowly closing on their own volition and soon I fell into a blissfull sleep.

Three hours later I awoke renewed and refreshed... and on the brink of being late. I quickly entered the bathroom where I took a short shower exited and made my way to my closet to pull my clothes on. Looking at myself in the mirror, I fixed my clothes and looked in the corner to see the time. If I didn't get out of here in 15 minutes I would be late. I sloppily applied make up with a flick of my wrist and just like that I was ready to go.

Grabbing my already packed suitcase, I left.

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An hour later, I stood at the entrance welcoming the passengers.

"Hello ma'am, good afternoon," I said to an elderly woman, who gave me a warm smile.

After repeating that to a few more passengers, a man who looked to be in his mid 20's entered.

"H-hello Sir, good a-afternoon," I stuttered.  Well that's a first. I do not stutter during greetings. He looked up at me and my mouth went dry. He was perfect. Stormy blue eyes stared back into mine in what I could only gather as astonishment and an emotion I couldn't quite grasp. His brownish locks were pushed messily away from his face which was graced with a nicely grown beard, giving him a sexy beast-like appearance. His hand was mid-way in the air as he was handing his ticket to me displaying tightly coiled, toned muscles. His once bright smile that showcased his white teeth was slowly lifting into a fear inducing snarl.

"Mate", He growled. The word sent shivers down my spine, chilling me to the bone.

I looked around, noticing that no one else was paying attention to this spectacle of a man snarl like... a dog?

Wait? Mate? I cocked my head to the side, wondering what in the world he could possibly be talking about.

"Mate", He growled again, this time more fiercely– if possible– then the last.