Broken Strings

The truth

"We worked with your dad", began Noah.

My heart skipped a beat. My dad. My dead dad.

"I guess you could say he was kinda our boss", chimed in Shane.

"He was a great guy. We all trusted him with our lives. One night, he was unlucky. The wrong place at the wrong time. He was shot.", explained Noah.

"My dad died in a car crash.", I whispered.

Carl looked at me sadly.

"That was what we had to tell everyone. The truth was too dangerous."

"What do you all work as?",I asked.

They all exchanged glances.

"Were not really sure what to call ourselves. No one knows about us. Were kind of a secret group that know when the bad guys are gonna strike.", said Shane, with a slight smirk on his face.

"Your also probably wondering why that man came at you?", asked Carl.

"Maybe because I was the closest?",I asked.

Noah bit his lip and looked worriedly at me.

Damn that boy was hot.

"What?", I ask.

Shane took a deep breath.

" That man wanted revenge. Your fathe-"

"That's enough Shane! Look at her. She's scared out of  her mind already! Now's not the time", exclaimed Noah.

"Noah's right. She needs to get off this plane and then we can talk.", said Carl.

"What?! Wait, what was he gonna say!?", I exclaim.

"Forget about it.", said Noah, shooting a stern look at Shane.

The seatbelt lights came on and the passengers all sat down and readied themselves for landing.

"C'mon. Buckle up.", said Noah.

"When we get off this plane, there might be reporters wanting answers of what just happened. You kneed to walk straight inside and ignore everyone. You can't trust anyone. Run if you need to, okay? I'll be right behind you with Carl and Shane either side." he explained.

"Noah, what's going on?", I asked.

"It's safer for you not to know. I'll explain when we leave the airport,okay?"

I nodded numbly. I sat down to buckle my belt, when I felt a sharp pain coming from my neck.

I reached my hand up and it came away bloody.

Noah heard me gasp.

"Oh god Isabelle, are you okay?", he asked worriedly.

"It's just a little cut, I'll be fine.", I reply.

He reached over and touched it lightly. His eyebrows knitted together and he bit his lip.

"You sure?",he asked.

"Yes Noah, Im fine.", I sigh, rolling my eyes .

He grinned and sat back in his seat.

****

Five minutes later, I was picking up my bag and on my way down the aisle.

"Here, let me take that," said Shane.

He picked up my bag with ease and slung it across his back.

I nodded a thanks and walked down the aisle. On my way out of the plane, I got reasurring pats on the back and sad smiles from random strangers. I felt as if everyone was looking at me.Who am I kidding? Of course everyone was looking at me! I was just attacked by a man who held a knife to my throat.

It was alot worse outside the plane. Cameras were everywhere I turned and microphones were being pushed into my face.

I could feel Noah's warm hand on the small of my back, guiding me through the mayhem.

Moments later, I was behind shut doors, whatching the reporters with fascination.

"How did they know what happened?", I found myself asking.

"The pilot probably contacted the police explaining everything.", replied Carl.

Just then my phone buzzed. I whipped it out of my back pocket.

Mum  flashed across the screen.

"Mum!", I cry into the phone.

"Isabelle!? Oh my god Isabelle!! Your okay!!??", she exclaimed through the phone.

"Yeah mum, Im fine! "

"Isabelle what happened!? Is it true!? They're saying that a man with gun attacked your flight!! Then Simon called and said that he saw you on TV and that you got attacked by him!!??", she half shouted into the phone.

"Yes mum, It's true. But im perfectly safe and Im in the airport. Trust me, Im fine."

I was thankful that my voice didn't shake.

What just happened in the last couple of hours were so overwhelming thet I was starting to feel dizzy.

I could hear my mum faintly in the background as she blabbered on about TV.

I looked over to Noah and his eyes reflected my shock. 

The constant banging on the window of news reporters and cameras was like a hammer to the head everytime.

I could feel my breathing to pick up as I looked at all that surrounded me.

The overwhelming sense hit me like a wall as I dropped my phone and I began to fall.

I felt Noah's arms wrap around me before I could fall.

The last thing I heard was Noah shouting for help as darkness closed in on my vision.