I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

33) I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

The house gradually began to shrink as the car rolled quickly away from the girl I loved. I saw Hero attempting to wrestle out of her father’s grasp but not succeeding. I was calling her name, though I don’t think I realised I was doing that at the time, and I don’t know what benefit it could have had anyway. I fought with the locks on the doors, but to no prevail. I was trapped. And I couldn’t help thinking that I hadn’t tried as hard as I should have to avoid this. And now, I was being taken away from everything that meant anything at all too me. I hoped that Hero would find the note I left under her pillow, and the sketchbook I left under her desk.

I gave up on trying to escape and slumped back in my car seat, attempting to prevent the tears that were moistening my eyes. I wanted to know why everything always turned out so shitty for me. And why I couldn’t just have one good thing in my life without it being snatched away like that. With every house we passed, and with every metre away from my home we travelled, another part of me died.

“So, I see you’ve calmed down now.” the man driving the car commented. He was apparently my Aunt’s boyfriend. I didn’t like him. Rather than giving him a dignified response, I just glared at him and tried to make myself look as pissed off as possible.

“I would appreciate it if you weren’t troublesome during the journey. I’ve been told about what you’re like, and I don’t want to have to put up with childish behaviour. So just keep quiet and do as I say.” he ordered.

Now, I was getting angry. Who did this guy think he was? He didn’t know me. He didn’t have the right to give me orders, and he certainly did not have the right to call me childish. As much as I wanted to lash out, attack him, and cause him to crash the car, killing us both, I held back. I already had a plan formulating in my mind.

During the journey, I pretended to have given up. I slumped down in my seat and rested my head wearily against the window, watching the world pass me by at 60 miles per hour. The asshole at the wheel attempted quite a few times to talk to be, but I kept quiet. In just over two hours, we reached the airport. We were due to catch the 2:15pm flight, which didn’t leave for at least two hours, giving me plenty of time to plan out my escape.

“If I let you out of the car, can I trust you not to run away?” Asshole asked. I nodded silently, and he unlocked the door for me. I obediently followed him inside. He approached the front desk and handed the tickets to the woman behind it. I was aware that they exchanged conversation, but what they said exactly is unknown to me, as I was examining the place and planning further. It was crowded, which would definitely work to my advantage.

A middle-aged woman wearing a business suit rushed frantically past me. Unfortunately, on her way, she tripped, sending the mountains of paperwork she had been holding flying across the ground. She bent down hastily and started trying to gather them all together.

“Here, let me help.” I offered. I helped her collect all of her documents from the ground, as Asshole eyed me suspiciously. It was important that I behaved as well as possible so that he would not suspect anything unruly from me. The woman thanked me for helping her, and disappeared quicker than she had arrived.

“Well, at least you seem like a helpful person.” Asshole said “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I shrugged nonchalantly, but really, all I wanted was to punch him in the face.

We sat down in the airport waiting area. There were only a few seats free due to the amount of people at the airport that day, which was definitely a good thing.

“I’m going to buy something to eat now. Would you like anything?” Asshole asked. I shook my head.

“Okay, but if you’re not here when I get back, I’m calling security.” he warned. He had nothing to worry about - I would be there when he got back, but there was still no way that I was getting on the plane. He returned with his food and sat opposite me, watching me intently as he ate. I felt like a prison inmate, constantly being observed in case I tried anything against the rules and regulations. His constant attention was making me feel uncomfortable. An hour passed, and I chose the time just as we were about to board the plane to make the first move.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” I said. I noticed that the bathrooms were directly opposite the entrance at the other side of the airport, which would definitely make things easier for me.

“Now is not the time, we’re just about to board the plane. Can’t you wait?” he asked.

“No.” I replied simply.

He sighed “Fine, but hurry.”

I walked swiftly towards the bathrooms. Once inside, I reached into my rucksack and pulled out my hoodie, which I put on and pulled the hood as tightly as possible around my face, making myself less reconiseable. Before leaving, I checked whether the bathrooms had any windows big enough for me to climb through, as that would make my escape much easier, but I had no such luck. I was going to have to stick with Plan A. As discreetly as possible, I looked around the door to find out which direction Asshole was looking in. He was impatently alternating his gaze from his watch to the door of the bathroom. Not good. I needed him to be looking somewhere else, where he wouldn’t see me leaving, so I had to cause a distraction. Luckily, I had planned this our beforehand. I reached back into my bag and brought out some fireworks. I had purchased these illegaly several years ago, an had planned to put them on my teacher’s seat in class, but I never followed through with that plan for some reason. I waited until Asshole took another look at his watch, before lighting the fireworks and throwing them as far in the other direction as possible, though trying not to throw them anywhere near where there was a lot of people. Once they went off, they began to make loud banging and crackling sounds, and send bright sparks flying up into the air. They caught the attention of literally everyone at the airport, triggering a few startled screams, but most importantly, they also caught Asshole’s attention. The moment he turned his head away, I made a run for it. I sprinted as fast as I possibly could through the startled crowd, but as I got half way towards the entrance, I realised that Asshole was smarter than he looked. He had spotted me already.

“Hey!” he called, standing up and beginning to run after me, whilst simultaneously dialing for security backup on his phone. I increased my speed, accidentally running into the business woman who I had encountered earlier, and sending her documents flying again. But this time, I did not stop to help. As I began to near the exit, two large security guards started to close in on me. In all honesty, I had my doubts about whether or not I would be able to get past them. They were both bigger than myself, and heavily trained for situations like this. But I found myself being able to slide underneath their outstretched arms and avoid their grasp with surprising ease. I shoved my way past people out of the exit doors, and finally, I was outside. I continued to run, in case anyone was following me, and then when I felt sure that I was out of sight, I examined my surrounding area for security cameras, before removing my hoodie and going in search of the nearest bus stop. If things went smoothly from now on - I was going to make it back home.