Beautiful End

Moving

Fuck the Boss
Sandra
I couldn't believe the much dreaded moment was happening , I was being moved away to a different state, away from the state where I had called home for nine years.

The state where I met Elvis. As I remembered his name, tears started dropping from my eyes, if only I hadn't being stubborn and listened to him instead of pretending to be fine and driving home alone to be kidnapped. At least if Elvis was with me that faithful day, we would have managed an escape or we would have been together in this, even though that is a selfish thought.

Packing my things was the easiest part since I didn't have much to park and the stuff I needed to pack had already being packed by Jonas the previous day.

After packing, I just slumped down on my bed and closed my eyes trying to force myself to sleep and to think about a different plan of escape which I knew internally was way impossible, but it is said till you try, you can never  know what will happen.

I don't know when I drifted off,  but I do remember being nudged awake by someone and being told to wake up because it was time to leave. I tried to see who it was but the person had already left.
I checked the time and realised it was past five, I had been sleeping close to fours hours or more, leaving just thirty- minutes for me to leave.

I rushed to the bathroom and set about cleaning up................
The journey to the airport was one hell of a long ride, I zoned out through out and it took the driver and one of the guys in black who had come along purposely to see to my departure, to grab my attention and move me out of the car.

In my whole life, I have never got on a plane so fast, mostly all the times that I had traveled by air, I had to wait loads of times first at the security pass and the check point. Sometimes the flight delayed and  that was very uncomfortable as well as tirring.

The journey on the plane was not a bad one even though my thought was mostly on where I was going and how my new kidnapped life was going to be in this new place I was going to.

I had this deep feeling in the deepest part of me that somehow, I was never going to see Elvis again.
Stray tears found its way to my jacket and I brushed them away with a finger.   One of the men in black who had escorted me on the plane and was sitting beside me looked worriedly at me.

'Its gonna be okay', he said in his British accent. I so wanted to believe this words but heaven knows I couldn't. I mean here I was in a plane to God knows where, after I was  robbed of my life and my home, above all the love of my life whom I didn't even get the chance to tell how I felt about him.

How I wish I could see him right now and tell him how I really felt, let him know how I admired, let him know that I really liked him. I would give anything to get back to those days when he will accidentally bump into me or so he said, when I knew he intentionally does it because someone constantly crashing into you isn't by any chance an accident.

More tears started falling as the memories kept coming back. Knowing him very well, I know he would be looking hell and high for me. I just couldn't bear the thought that I was putting him through all this pain and hustle. if only I had listened.  I wouldn't have found myself in this situation in the first place.

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