Mr.Carter

24

We're now in the airplane. I have my head phones on, jamming to music, while trying to go to sleep, but Alex's tight grip on my arm, is refusing me to. She's afraid of heights. She could've warned me before we entered this plane. "Baby." I remove my headphones and let it hang around my neck. "You have to calm down. Everything will be ok." I remove her hand from my arm.

She takes a deep breath and leans back against her seat, shutting her eyes. "You're right." She exhales.

I leans towards her and whisper against her lips. "Aren't I always?" I lay my hand on her lap.

She smiles, still with her eyes close. "If you say so." She lays her hand on top of mine. I lean in slowly to kiss her, while rubbing her thighs. "Damien." She groans, softly. "Not in public."

Shoot! I know, but there's other stuff we can do. "You shouldn't have worn this dress." I said.

She giggles. "But I like it." She opens her eyes. "If you can't handle it, then you better go and sit somewhere else." She rolls her neck, joking.

"Oh for real?" I raise an eyebrow.

She nods her head. I grab the large blanket, we brought to share on this long airplane ride and cover ourselves with it. I take one good look around the plane, looking out for peeping owls, then I turn back to her.

**

"LAND!" Alex says, while exiting the plane. She runs out of my hands and kneels on to the ground. I laugh and walk up behind her, and pick her up.

"Lets go baby." I lead her towards the limo that's supposed to be waiting for us. Several guys, grab our bags and follows us. I was pretty anxious to see where she grew up. The town she calls hell.

**

After unpacking our things in the hotel, we went out to eat. It's like she's trying to avoid seeing her mother. I don't blame her, but she has to do it. Get some closure or at least, start everything all over. "How far is your mom's place?" I ask looking around, before entering the cab.

Alex suggested that we take a cab to her mom's place, besides a limo, because robbing can occur. "About 10 minutes away." I shut the door. Alex gives the cab driver the address and he drives away. I can feel him looking at me through the review mirror. Good thing one of my guards is right beside me.

I know a lot of Giants or Jets fans don't like other football teams that whopped them to the bone. Can't blame them. Giant and Jets aren't really doing number like they used to.

"You seem nervous." I look down at her hands, find her playing with her thumb.

"I'm terrified Damien. I'd never thought I'd be back here." She looks out the window once we enter this depressing neighborhood. It's like this place gets no sunshine or rainbow.

"Me too." I said, looking around the neighborhood. I can't believe she grew up here.

"You're here." The cab driver says, interrupting our thoughts.

"Thanks." I tip him before Alex can, and we step out the cab. I walk over to her side and held her hand, along with her bag, just in case there are any snatchers. It may look gay or whatever you want to call it, but I'm protecting my baby.

"Are you sure about this sure?" My guard asks.

I look up at him and nod. I'll be right next to Alex through everything, even though I don't really want to be here, just as much as she do.

She starts walking, with her hands and mine and comes into a complete stop in front of this filthy front porch. Beer bottles laying on the floor, covered by droplets of rain. News paper, condom wrappers are everywhere. But who am I to judge?