New Boy {W.T}

chapter 42

Pressplays little break was over now, and we all needed to get back to it. This weekend we were going to Miami.

I loved Florida with all my heart, and it meant I could see bri again.

Wes, Sydney and I boarded the plane per usual.

I got comfy in the middle seat, between wes and syd, when I heard yelling from the front of the plane.

Flying made me uneasy as it is, so I tried to ignore it. This guy was clearly just upset over something and he'll work it out.

Wes saw I was uncomfortable and grabbed my hand.

"Relax baby." He rubbed the back of my hand.

Sydney was out cold because the thought of planes made her have a panic attack.

I just couldn't relax though, my gut was telling me something. Sydney was asleep on one shoulder, and wes on the other.

About two hours later, the flight ended and we got off the plane.

Wes & I were walking side by side with Sydney behind us. I turned around because I heard commotion from behind us, only to see my worst fear.

The guy from earlier had a gun and was yelling, Sydney was inches away from him, terrified.

"Everyone stop moving and get on the ground." He demanded.

I did as told, with wes clutching me tight.

Sydney was in front of us, on the ground and I tried to scoot towards her.

I was pulled back by my hair.

"I said stop moving." The guy spat.

"I just want my friend to be with me. Please" I pleaded.

"Nikki.." wes warned.

He didn't say anything so I tried to scoot again to her.

He wasn't pleased by my actions and he fired a gun at the roof as a result.

"Am I not being clear? Stay fucking still." He got in my face.

I clutched onto wes' jacket and cried.

"Now. I don't want to hurt anyone, but I will if needed."

He grabbed Sydney and clutched on to her from behind.

"I will shoot her. I will. Everyone doubts me."

"Please.." she begged, tears spilling.

"SHUT UP. Shut the fuck up, bitch." He yelled.

He released her onto the ground, and cried himself.

"Listen man, I got a family. You don't need to do this man. Just let us go, please.." some stranger bargained.

They say if you tell people your story, it makes them sympathize with you, and makes it less likely for them to harm you.

I'm taking that chance.

"My names Nicole Feliciano, I'm from Massachusetts. I'm 17. I go to school, and I'm a junior. My dad's Cleo, he's a nurse. My moms Carrie, she works at a school. My sister tianna is a hair dresser, she's my best friend. It would kill all of them if anything happened to me. I'm so young, I have my whole life ahead of me-"

A tear spilled from his eye.

"This is my boyfriend-" I pointed to wes.

He nodded.

"And this is my best friend-" I pointed to Sydney.

"It would kill me if anything happened to them.  They're 18. We all have so much to live for, please don't take it away from us." I concluded.

"I don't want to do this-"

He pointed a gun at a random girl.

"I don't want to. God, I'm sorry-"

Sirens blared and cut him off.

"Fuck, fuck fu-"

He aimed the gun and tightened his grip on the trigger.

"Sir, drop your weapon and show us your hands." The police officer demanded.

He lowered the gun, dropped it and then dropped to his knees with his hands up, and sobbed.

There was at least 30 cop cars, with a SWAT team behind them, a fire truck and ambulances.

With the man on the ground, I quickly got to Sydney, and hugged her.

All three of us huddled in each other's embrace, once we knew we were safe.

"How did you know to talk about your life? You softened him up a bit." Wes said.

"I saw it in greys anatomy." I smiled weakly.

He grabbed me and kissed my forehead gently.

Some officers had us make statements and asked if we were okay.

The man I guess made alarming statements on the plane, which cause police to be ready to stand by at the airport. He was having a mental breakdown and suffered from mental illnesses.

The incident was all over the news, so our phones were blowing up with tons of worried friends and family.

David had sent us an uber to the hotel and was ready to talk as soon as we got there.

Due to the incident, he didn't expect us to do the meet and greet, and just allowed us to chill and calm down.

I wasn't over it. My life flashed before my eyes and everything I valued was laid out in front of me on display.

My head was throbbing from where the man pulled my hair, and Sydney just shut down.

Wes was more worried about us then himself, as usual.

If I'm being honest, he was actually suffocating me with questions, when I'm still shaken up and need to recover.

Sydney will probably never fly again, and it'll take me a while to get over this.

I laid on the bed, staring at the wall.

"You okay babe?" Wes asked for the millionth time.

"Mhm" I mumbled.

"Are you sure? Because you don't seem like-"

"Wesley! Please stop asking me if I'm okay! Of Fucking course I'm not okay!! Are you okay?" I cut him off.

"No." He replied.

"Okay, then for once, worry about your god damn self. We could have died. We all could have. Recover for yourself before pestering me with questions." I raged.

He hung his head, got up and left the room.

Of course I felt bad, but it was true.

"You were harsh." Sydney spoke up.

"Oh great, the first words you speak are to tell me how awful I am. Fuck! Fuck this, Fuck that. I'm leaving. I know I was harsh, I fucking know. I'll be back." I got up, and left.

I walked wherever my legs would take me.

My legs ended up taking me to a cool park, with swings that were hoops, that were illuminated by color changing lights.

I sat on the swing, and just cried.

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A/N: so there, new chapter. Quite dramatic but hey, things were getting too sappy in this book, gotta have a lil drama.

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