Criminal

Chapter 18

I woke up to Harry shaking me lightly. I opened my eyes and sat up immediately.

"The plane landed," he said and I glanced out the window.

"Aww I wanted to see," I said lightly and he smiled at me.

"I'll take you all around the world sometime, you'll see a plane land."

I smiled and I stood up. I was walking out into the isle to follow Harry when I remembered my letter. I snuck back reach quick and grabbed the piece of paper hanging out of the pouch. I shoved it into my hoodie pocket and I slipped right behind Harry again.

Harry payed for a taxi while I waited around on a bench outside of the airport. It was really nice out, but I kept the hoodie on because the shade was a little chilly.

I was watching for Harry when I noticed a stack of newspapers on a rack next to me. I bent down and picked one up, and I began to skim through.

There was sports, comics, politics, everything really. But a little article caught my attention.

US government officer Ohio: Steve Johnson's daughter gone missing.

The rest was an article about me. Apparently my foster parents miss me, they really miss me. They were offering $2 million dollars to see me again. My body stiffened when there were little images of me walking in public at the bottom.

I needed to modify my image again, I was recognizable. But what if they really did want me back? My stomach turned in knots. I wanted.. to be wanted.

But then I remembered every time Steve had thrown me into a wall. Or when Carol had thrown a match at me. I had felt the bruises. I lived the pain.

But they still wanted me back.

I ripped out the article and I set the newspaper back in the stack. I started at it, wondering what to do. If I told Harry he might just plow me out of the continent.

Soon enough I turned to check if he was coming and he was. He smiled when we made eye contact and I smiled right back. I stood up and he came up to me.

"The can should be here in..uh," he looked at his flashy watch and the looked back up at me. "About 10 minutes."

I smiled. "Perfect."

He nodded. "It's easier to travel without my guitar," I said softly and his eyes burned mine.

"Please don't tell me I forgot it."

I shrugged. "I didn't need it."

He slammed his hands down. "Fuck. I'm so sorry."

I knew he was.

We sat down in silence for a little while, but then I decided he had to know. I pulled the article out of my pocket and I silently placed it in his hand.

"What is," he started but then he stopped talking.

He read in silence, and when he finished he looked straight in front of himself. I saw his jaw tighten and I reached out to touch his shoulder. It's the least I could do.

"Harry maybe you should go somewhere else away from me until he takes that ridiculous offer down," I suggested and his jaw tightened even more, of that's even possible.

He turned towards me and he shook his head. "No way," he said, still shaking his head.

I molded and looked in front of myself. "I just want you to be okay," I admitted and he took a deep breath.

"I dot want you to think like that," he said and I felt him relax a little bit. "I'm doing everything that I do for you."

I smirked a little and I turned to him. "We need to dye my hair back," I said and he grinned.