Deal with the Devil

Chapter 3 ✯ Troubling Beginnings

Chapter 3 ✯ Troubling Beginnings

I was lucky, I got through the plane ride without having a panic attack from my more animalistic side, also having a very nice old lady to accompany my through it.

The only down side was my overpowering urge to fall asleep. I got no sleep on the plane because there was no way in hell I was going to and I had only gotten about three hours of sleep before hand. All I wanted to do was crawl into a bed, couch, or even a floor, and fall asleep.

I followed the old woman, keeping a pleasant conversation as she helped be out with finding the luggage claim and the only exit this place had. I would have told about the magnificent beauties of the English airport with all its ancient glory, but it was just the same as Florida but having this that described the area.

I got out and a slight chilly breeze hit my bare legs, sending a little shiver down my spine. I would have went to rub my legs to circulate some heat, but with all the baggage I was carrying, I would have to deal with it until I found the woman Tom was talking about.

From: Tom

Melissa will be holding a sign with your name on it, good luck!

-T

I was glad that Tom talked in coherent sentences while texting or I would ask about five times before understanding.

It took me about five minutes to find her, with constant shifting cars and people, it was difficult to see anything. With my luck, after a taxi moved, I found her standing by an SUV with a confused look on her face and wildly waving a cardboard sign with my name on it. I slowly approached her, silently judging her before I talked to her. She was a few inches over six-foot, but with black heels on, it would be hard to guess her actual height. She had a light blue flow-ish shirt on with white jeans on, light make up on but her mascara was noticeably clumped on, she had stunning sea-blue eyes with very blonde hair.

I awkwardly approached her, shifting my bags before speaking up, “Melissa?” I spoke with an unsure tone.

She turned around with a confused expression, but once her eyes hit my face, hers turned into an expression of over enjoyment, “Catherine!” her high pitch raspy voice squealed, speaking with a country accent. She quickly moved the cardboard to one hand and wrapped her arms around my in a tight embrace, squeezing all the air out of my lungs and bags out on my hands.

“Nice to meet you too,” I strained with a voice deprived of oxygen, I tried my best to wriggle out of her constricting grasp or at least to signal to show “you can stop now.”

I think she finally go the message, releasing me and letting my lungs refuel themselves. She looked like she had no idea what she did to my ribcage, continuing with me smiles, “Lemme grab those for you!” she said, grabbing the two heavy bags off the ground and threw them in the back of her minivan as if they were nothing. I stood there in a silent shock, reminding to not let me see what damage she could do if I were to get on her bad side.

I threw the other bags I was carrying into the van, keeping my backpack on, and slammed it shut. Melissa then led me over to the passage side, opening up the back, “Sorry darlin’, I would give ya’ the front seat but I got all my crap piled up there,” she laughed, accent standing thick and proud. I was never one for southern accents, made everyone sound too sweet or like a pedophile.

The next two hours where silent in car, thankful Melissa avoided small talk, all she did was flip the stations from music to occasional talk shows.

“Here we are!” the woman chimed, waking me up from my slight slumber.

I rubbed my eyes, getting out of the car shortly I heard the bang of her door. Once I stepped out, I looked up to a very nice apartment building. Counting the windows, it was at least four stories high with a rather modern look to it.