Lana Parrilla 27

30.

I rolled over my arm landing on Jen. I sat bolt up right. What happened? Was it a dream?
"Lana go back to sleep." Jen mumbled.
"I don't know it that was a dream or real." I whispered to myself.
"What was?" She sat up rubbing the sleep off her face.
"Weren't we with Emilee?" I asked. She looked at me in thought.
"Me too. Last thing I remember is drinking milk." I looked at her with wide eyes.
"Oh Jen she put something in the milk and brought us back to our hotel!" I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom starting the shower. Of course what was I thinking? I could just somehow convince her not to drug us and take us back to our hotel so she can leave?
"I'm getting in with you." She opened the curtain and stepped in with me.

After the shower I pulled on a pair of leggings and a tank top that said Hawaii on it. I blow dried my hair and combed it while Jen got dress in shorts and a tank and put her hair up in a bun.
"Come on I remember the way to her house we just have to go to that bar again." I grabbed the keys to our retail and walked out with Jen right behind me. I got down to the lobby to see paparazzi out side.
"Shit we have to get through them." Jen mumbled. I took her hand and went out the door being swarmed like bees to honey.
"Who where you with last night?"
"Why where you on some ones motor circle?"
"Who is Erin?"
They went on but we ignored pushing past them.
We got to the car and I started it up grabbing Jens hand with my right.
"Let's go."
We drove to the bar and parked out side. Only the cleaners where here. That when I spotted one of the men from last night getting on a bike. He looked at me. We stared at each other for a moment. He started his bike and sped off. I put it in gear and stomped on the gas. I followed him till we came to a busy round about and I followed him as much as I could till he turned and I couldn't find him.
"Holy shit Lana!" Jen squealed in terror.
"What?!" I almost yelled.
"We are trying to find Emilee not kill our selves." I looked over to see her holding onto her seatbelt for dear life.
"Come on I'm not that bad of a driver." I pulled down the road that Emilee did last night. I saw the condo but nothing and no one was there. The garage was open and nothing was in it but a torn up box. I sighed and parked in the drive way.
"Now what?" I took a ragged breath.
"We enjoy what we have our little vacation. Because when we get back its wedding planing 24/7." I pulled out and started to go back to the hotel.
"What if I want to cuddle or something more with my fiancé 2/7 or more?" She asked cheekily.
"Right."

Emilee POV
I watched as they pulled out of the drive way from the house across the street where the men stay.
"Alright we need to get going where is Quinn?" I snapped. Just then the back door burst open and he stumbled in.
"What the hell?" I yelled. The men looked at him scared. He stood up and dusted himself off.
"It turns out that your friends know how to drive." He coughed.
"Really they spotted you and chased you in a car?" I asked sarcastically.
"Don't matter now. Everyone packed? Good. Get on bikes and in the car we need to get to the plane!" Dylan walked in the room wearing a black suit with sunglasses and an ear price like the others except they were wearing black leather. I was wearing black skinny jeans, black v neck and a tight black leather jacket. I walked to the garage and got in the front seat of the black sports car. The Windows where tinted black. My hair was in a braided bun with straw curls falling. Dylan for in the drivers side and started it up. One of the men sat on my bike but before he started it up I rolled my window down.
"On scratch and it's coming out of your pay check." He nodded and I rolled the window back up. The men were wearing black everything so no one recognizes them.
He pulled out of the garage and drove towards the small airport.
"You know you don't have to act like that towards them." He whispered grabbing my hand.
"If I don't they step out of line I'm not risking that." He chuckled.
"Em you don't have to act like your going to kill them every second. Be stern not brutal." I glared at him.
"Am I brutal with you? No then stop complaining. Plus these guys get payed to put up with me." We pulled into the small airport that consisted of a run way and communication tower. I stepped out of the car and went to the plane letting the men load everything. When they loaded my bike Dylan came in and sat in front of me.
"Ready to go to Brazil?" I smiled.
"Yes Em another adventure." Took his hand and leaned on the table. He leaned forward and I kissed him lightly.
Someone cleared their throat and I looked back to see my locator.
"Sorry to ruin the moment but Emilee Lana and Jen posted something you need to see." She handed me the iPad she was holding. I played the video.
"Emilee thanks for your hospitality but I think next time we might want to stay longer." Jen smirked.
"It was nice meeting up with you after all this time. I know that your leaving now but that doesn't hide the fact that your going to be missed." They both blew kisses and the video stopped.
"Let's get to Rio." I snapped and practically threw it back at her. I turned my chair so I was facing the TV. The plane took off and started its course towards South America. I flipped the channel to the news and saw that they where talking about me.
"Sightings last night of Emilee Peterson in Hawaii where reported." The anchor woman said.
"And her best friend Lana and her fiancé Jennifer posted a video confirming she was." The video played.
"Will the actress and war hero come out of hiding or will she keep running?" The man next to her asked.
"I think she needs to come out but we don't know the reason she's in hiding." Another woman said.
"Rumors believe she is hiding after being tortured over in Iraq while others believe she is just taking a break." The anchor woman stated.
"More to come later. Now for the weather." I turned the TV off and pulled my knees up to my chest and cried.

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