A few hours later, we had left the hospital and were on an airplane headed to New York. We had first class tickets, and I had never flown first class, so I was excited. Blake sat next to me and we sat in silence for the first hour or so.
“You should get some sleep,” Blake looked over at me after I yawned for the billionth time. I shook my head. I couldn’t sleep; my mind wouldn’t stop racing. “Come on,” he wasn’t giving up. “Just lay back, close your eyes, and before you know it, we’ll be there.”
I didn’t argue with him, instead I curled up and starred out the window. About ten minutes later, I felt Blake’s hand on my back going in smooth circles. At his touch, I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep.
“Good evening passengers,” I groan as my eyes slowly open. “We are approaching our destination, and I must ask you to return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.” The pilot continues over the intercom. “If you look out the right side of the air craft, you will catch our first glimpse of the big apple.” I hear the click that signifies the end of the message and turn to see Blake.
“Almost there,” Blake smiles.
“Yeah,” I smile back. “Wow, it seems so small,” I look at the city out of the window.
“It does,” Blake leans over me to see the lights below us.
“In a couple hours, we’ll be in one of those buildings.”
“Makes you feel small, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” I sigh.
“Please return all chairs and trays to upright positions and store all baggage.” The intercom comes on again. I do as I’m told, kicking my bag under my seat and put the tray back up in front of me before looking back out the window. A couple stewardesses pass and then the pilot speaks again. “Flight attendents please prepare for landing.”
I hate this part. I grip the armrests as the plane starts its decent. I close my eyes and grit my teeth. “Relax,” Blake puts his hand over mine.
I open my eyes and let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He pries my hand off the arm rest, and holds it in both of his. I smile at him, and then stare at the head rest in front of me until the plane is on the ground. Blake releases my hand and I lean back, finally able to relax. As soon as the plane is taxied to the building, we get to leave. Lucy being in a wheelchair has its advantages.
Our group follows the signs to the baggage claim where a man dressed in a suit is holding a card with our names on it. We walk up to him and introduce ourselves. He shakes each of our hands before going off to find a cart for our luggage. In the meantime, I take a seat on the conveyor belt that will hold our luggage.
“Lucy wheels herself over towards me. “I’m so excited!” she exclaims.
I smile, “me too Lucy-Lu.”
“Can you believe we are actually here?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing isn’t it?” She nods her head and then a loud beeping rings through the crowded room before the conveyor belt starts moving. I jump up and turn around to watch for my bag. The driver, Pete, returns and helps Lucy with her bag.
Twenty minutes later, all of our bags are in a giant hummer limo. Pete sets up a lift which raises Lucy and her wheelchair into the car. She thinks it was the coolest thing. Of course, that only lasts for a moment until she sees the inside of the limo. When I slip into the car, I understand her awe.
The ceiling is outlined by colorful lights. In the middle is a sun roof. Seats line the outside of the car, besides the two doors, the mini fridge, and the area where Lucy’s wheelchair locks into the ground. I plop onto one of the bench seats, finding a corner and curling up to look out the window. Traffic surrounds us as the airport grows smaller in the distance. When we near the heart of the city, the buildings seem to swallow us. I can’t believe these are the same buildings which were just twinkling lights far below us only an hour ago.
Just as I think I might be able to fall asleep, the car pulls up in front of a large building with gold trimmed double doors. I turn around in my seat to see my mom smiling at me. I smile back as the door opens. I’m the last to hop out and take in the full building. The skyscraper reaches higher than any other building on this street. A man comes out in a red suit jacket with a luggage cart and helps Pete remove our things from the trunk. Another man in a red suit comes out to welcome us.
He ushers us through the doors, which are opened by yet another pair of men in red suits and black slacks. I say thank you to the one closer to me and follow my group towards the front desk. My mom and Lucy’s check us in and soon enough the keys are given to the bell hop who leads us to the elevator and up to our rooms. The elevator dings and reveals floor seventeen. After our entire group leaves the elevator, the bell hop leads us to room 1708 and 1710.
I follow my mom into the first one. The room has a small kitchen and living room. Two bedrooms are connected, each with its own bathroom. Not to mention the door that leads from our living room to room 1708.
I claim the room with two beds and change quickly into my pajamas before cuddling under the covers. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to overcome me, but a knock comes first. I sit up and watch as Blake peers around the door.
“Hey,” his voice is rough and husky.
“Hi,” I answer back.
“I couldn’t sleep again,” he walks to the second bed and sits facing me. “I can’t stop thinking of her.”
I nod understanding; Lula has been on my mind nonstop. “I still can’t believe it.” The tears I have been holding back all day fall.
Blake stands up and sits beside me, holding me close. “Shh, I know. I know it’s tough.” His hand runs up and down my arm like last night. I snuggle into his warmth and fall asleep in his arms before the tears stop falling.
Author’s Note:
Oh my gosh guys,
This chapter is dedicated to JessicaWonderling for commenting and reading. Thanks Jessica! I swear yesterday I was celebrating 75 reads and today I get home and there are 120! You guys are awesome, so I had to update! I think like three more updates left. There WILL be an epilogue. Next update this weekend maybe? Please help me choose my next book by reading my about me. One more thing, I am writing a very short story which will consist of some ghost stories. Feel free to read it! It will be up soon. Thanks so much,
Devin4862
Full Copyright 2013 Edited 16th December, 2014
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