Broken Strings

The Drop

It was about twenty minutes into the flight, when I was tapped on the shoulder. I jumped at the touch and yank out my earplugs.

"Jeez!", I say, looking up.

Jeez! I say again to myself as I see whats before me.

A tall and muscular guy was standing beside my seat, looking down at me. He had messy dark, curly hair and deep brown eyes. He was gorgeous.

"Sorry!", he said with a look of amusement in his eyes.

"I didn't mean to startle you, I was just wondering if this seat was taken. You see, there is an old woman sitting beside me and keeps yapping on about her grandsons love life and I don't think I can last the whole journey.", he explained.

"Uh... yeah, yeah sure", I say as I remove my bag from the seat.

"Great, thanks!", he says as he plops himself down on the seat.

"Im Noah, by the way. And you are?", he asks while grinning slightly.

"Isabelle", I reply.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Isabelle",he says while sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"You too, Noah." I answer, while shaking his hand.

His hand was warm and smooth and left mine feeling tingly.

"So, whats bringing you to New York?", he asks me. "I can tell your not from there from your accent. My guess is that your Irish?",he says.

I feel myself blush. "Um, no actually, Im from London. I never really picked up the British accent", I explain.

"And what brings you to New York?", I say.

"I live there. My parents live there too but Im over and back to England for work."

"So your used to this journey?",I ask.

"Hell yeah",he says while grinning.

"What do you work as?", I ask.

Just then the sweet voice came onto the speaker.

"I would like to ask you all to please fasten your seatbelt as we will be experiencing some   slight  turbulance."

I quickly buckle my belt and look back at Noah. His eyes were alert as he looked up and down the aisle.

"You okay?",I ask him.

"Uh,  yeah im fine." he answered distractedly.

He buckled his belt but I could still see the tenseness in his shoulders as he ridgidly sat back in his seat.

"So, what was I saying,... oh yeah! What do you work as?" I ask him.

Just then the first spot of turbulance hit and the pane shook.

Noah's knuckles went white as he grabbed one of the armrests. He once again looked up and down the aisle and this time, his face became stern.

A man got up from his seat and began making his way up the aisle.

A flight attendant asked him to sit down but he just glared at her until he got to the top of the plane.

Thats when he took out the gun.

The whole plane gasped. There was dead silence as he held it up .

I heard Noah curse under his breath.

He turned to me.

" Okay Isabelle,  what im about to do may look bad, but I can assure you that you can trust me, okay?", he whispered urgently.