Never the Same...

A Plan...B Plan...No Plan?!?!?!

We've all been in the same spot for over half an hour. I've been in Harry's lap. He introduced himself twenty minutes ago, followed by everyone else.

"I haven't heard anything, maybe we should check outside?" Liam spoke up. Paul shifted.

"Maybe we should all go." Louis whispered. We all stood up and inched out the door. I couldn't see anything before Zayn covered my eyes from behind and pulled me into his chest.

"What the hell!?!?!" I screamed and he hushed me, "Rain, you don't need to see this." I calmed down and stood still. I could hear someone throw up. I spun to look but I couldn't because of Zayn. 

I remained "blind" but someone grabbed my left hand and led me, while some grabbed my right wrist under the wound carefully. We were all walking. I could smell a metallic, musty smell. We all kept going. I tripped a couple times but that didn't stop the guys from holding me up and continuing in pace.

After a while, I heard a door open and wind hit me. Zayn removed his hand and we were outside the airport. The sight in front of me made me devastated. There, in front of us, was a crashed plane. It was destroyed. Along with the remnants of passengers. Well, what's left of them.

I turned and buried my face into Zayn's chest. He pat my hair down, then he told Liam to go find Paul.

"Wait! Where did Paul GO!?" I shot upright and started back towards the airport. I started running until I heard a cry. I stopped and looked around. I waited patiently, I hushed the others. 

Then it was there again. I heard it clear as a bell and I sprinted. Right for the airplane. The only thought that registered in my head was that i needed to get to that plea...I'd figure out what I was going to do later.

I got to the entrance of the plane and I heard the guys following me. "Rain, don't go in there!" Harry screamed. I took a breath and got on. I walked in, first class cabin was mangled and i had to climb over chairs. I got to middle class and there was body after body. I covered my mouth and yelped a little.

"RAIN?" 

I don't know who said that but I kept moving forward. "Rain, is that you?" I jogged to the last row, oh my gosh!

Logan, my ex, is sitting in a seat. He's all tangled and he's stuck. I take a step back but he grabs my bad hand and pulls me towards him. "Get me out of this chair baby." His breath is shaky and I don't know how to speak anymore. 

FLASHBACK~

"Rain!!!! Where are you?" Logan spits while walking into my room. I'm sitting at my desk writing when he grabs the back of my neck and drags me over to my bed. "Logan, what the hell? Let go!" I yell at him.

He grips harder and throws me hard. I land on the middle of my bed and try rolling away but he got ontop of me. I couldn't get free. "C'mon baby, don't be like this." He wreaks of alcohol and then he smashes his lips on mine.

I bite his lip and he pulls away swearing. Then, WHACK* He smacks me repeatedly until I just lay there shaking in fear. He spat and stormed out. 

The abuse happened regularly after that.

FLASHBACK OVER!!!!

 I started shaking and crying, "Let me go." Logan sat up a little and kept a firm grip on my bad hand. "Baby don't be like this, just get me out of this." He pulled me down. 

I closed my eyes, and in seconds I was pulled back and there were sirens outside. "Rain, we need to get off now." Niall was whispering in my ear but Logan was listening and glaring. 

"she is not going anywhere!" He was irate and trying to reach towards us. I stepped back and Zayn had his arms around my waist.

Police Officers entered the plane and escorted us off the plane. I sat in the back of an ambulance while a medic payed attention to my bad hand. I had a rough, gray blanket drapped around my shoulders. I saw Paul getting wheeled out of the airport on a stretcher. I jumped up and before I stepped forward, Liam appeared in front of me.