Time Goes By [COMPLETED]

chapter 8

Nic's POV

I boarded the plane and adjusted on my seat. I laid my head on the headrest and sighed in content and relaxation. I glanced at my watch to check how many hours I have before landing. 3 more hours and I'll be back to Phoenix, Arizona.

I looked to my right and saw an old lady, seating next to me. My head backed away to the window. When did she get her?

I stared at her for a long minute until she turned her head to look at me and said "it's rude to stare, sugar." I turned my head and looked straight ahead, my cheeks turned bright pink, embarrassed from being caught. She giggled, which sounded very creepy might I add but she seems like a very nice lady.

I stole glances at her from the corner of my eyes but looked away every time because she kept staring at me. Her eyes were squinted as she seemed to be focusing at something, well in my case someone, who is me.

"Honey, are you a male or a female?" She finally broke the silence and asked. What's with the nicknames? it's creepy. Everything about this woman is creepy. It doesn't help that she looks like a hundred year old grandma who lived with a thousand stray cat her entire life. Well, there's nothing wrong about that, at least the cats got a home to live in.

"A female." I answered, smiling to her politely. She smiled back. "I'm sure the ladies are lining up." She winked at me, I think...I'm not so sure because her eyes look so small that I don't think she can blink. Hey Nicole, that's not so nice I scolded myself, mentally. I felt the plane start to move and I grew excited. I always loved planes because every time we took off, I could feel the blood rushing in my veins. I prepared myself and muttered mentally here we go.

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A half hour had gone by and I shook my head repeatedly up and down as if I understood a word the old lady had said. She kept ranting about world war II and how she had witnessed all the unsettling events. Like, how woman??? You're not that old and even if you were, you would be dead by now. I don't know from where these informations came from but it's seems like she's on drugs because all she's saying is nonsense and Bullshit.

"You know, hitler was my bitch. We used to rock that bed." She said, excitedly. My jaw dropped as I broke eye contact and looked at the back of the seat that is in front of me. Images started to circle my mind. " We used ropes, kn-" I shut her out by putting my headphones on. I'm not hearing this shit no more.

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I ran out of the airbridge and fell to the ground, hugging the floor by spreading my arms and legs out. People looked at me and chuckled but I just don't give a fuck. That old lady needs pills and a saint for a husband.

I looked behind me and saw Abigail (the old lady's name) walking ever so slowly with her crutches. She saw me and waved "Hold up muffin, I got to tell you about my midget boyfriend." She said, smiling. My eyes winded OH HELL NO. I stood up with my bag flung on my shoulder and ran as fast as I can, never turning back.

After 15 minutes waiting for my ride, I'm being showered by hugs and kisses from the one and only Rita. Her sloppy kisses covered my cheeks as I tried to push her away.

"Get...off...of me." I struggled to get my words out but she ignored me still, tightening her grip around my neck. I suffocated from her arms, having a hard time to breath. After what felt like half an hour, she FINALLY pulled away and smiled at me. I inhaled a deep breath and let go. I touched my neck, caressing my skin. I looked at her ridiculously. She sniffed, wiping her tears and said "You look old."

"You look fat." I said, irritated from her choking hold that was around my neck awhile ago but snickered when I saw her face. She gave me an unimpressed look and slapped me across my face. Hard. I winced from the strong impact and by instincts I placed my left hand on my throbbing cheek but pulled away when I felt the pain getting worse.