I leaped to my feet and examined my surroundings; there were fewer people than before. I walked over to the closest couple, but they were sleeping. I debated between waking them up or not. What if they've been sleeping this entire time? Then they probably hadn't seen Blake pass.
                              I moved on to searching for the nearest person that was awake. There were an older woman and a guy that looked to be my age. But he looked sketchy as hell, especially the way he stared at me like he knew my deepest, darkest secrets. A shiver crawled down my spine when I noticed two tattoos of tears under his eyes. Didn't that mean that he murdered someone or something?
                              I tried my luck with the older woman, but just my luck. She didn't speak English. Spanish I think? Man did I wish I'd taken Spanish in high school. But I tried my luck with the little I'd learned from my trips to Mexico. "Hola, Dónde está el hombre? (Hi, where is the man?) that was with me..." I was basically playing a game of charades with myself as I tried to get her to understand. But I didn't know how else to ask her if she'd seen Blake.
                              She pointed to the guy that probably murdered someone.
                              Great. That's exactly who I was talking about. I gave up and sat back down and tried to think things through. What time is it? Did my flight leave? Did he leave me because the flight was leaving? Did he even try to wake me up? I'm a pretty heavy sleeper but not that heavy! Why did he take my stuff too? Did he need money? There wasn't much in there, honestly. Nah, he didn't need money, he's the one who bought the tickets. My head was pulsing from the sheer panic that my body was going through.
                              But it didn't stop there when I heard an unknown voice whisper from beside me. "Excuse me?" I nearly screamed in fear when I saw the same creepy guy as before.
                              I tried to swallow my horror down into my lungs as I struggled to breathe, "um, yes?" I tried to go with it.
                              I'd always thought that the girls that would scream from their predators were stupid. So I wasn't going to do that either. Not until I felt attacked.
                              I gulped loudly when I noticed that he was missing two of his front teeth.
                              "Hi, dere was a guy dat was sitting here on his phone while you were sleeping. He was staring at me for a while, and den he took all the bags and left in dat direction."
                              I was startled to hear the concern in his voice.
                              "Thank you," I said genuinely before getting up and heading in the same direction he'd just pointed to.
                              As I walked away, I shook my head. I can't believe how quick I was to judge.
                              I sighed before finally coming to my senses. I walked closer to the check-in counters where there was a large electronic board with the flights and its coordinating info.
                              I squinted my eyes to help them focus as I searched for my flight. It's still here! I almost cried in joy. Okay, so he couldn't have left without me.
                              In the corner, it said the time, it was just about midnight. The flight's in two hours. I felt like I had to do something at least two hours before... CHECK-IN! Holy lord, I had to check-in in the next five minutes or else I wouldn't be going. My eyes browsed the counters searching for the one coordinating with my flight.
                              I found it, and the young woman from before was standing there with another customer. I pushed through, I had no time to be polite or womanly. I had to talk to her so she could do whatever magic she needed to, to find Blake so he could at least give me my passport and wallet!
                              As I started to get closer, I noticed my purse on the counter, "the gods above have heard me!" I nearly yelled as I snatched my purse back.
                              Then her amused customer turned around.
                                      
                                  
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Marriage with 'The Beast'
ChickLit"I'm marrying a beast." I whimpered, more to myself. "A husband is supposed to love faithfully and endlessly, respect and trust wholeheartedly, and protect his wife with his life! That's what I searched for in my prince charming. But I ended up wit...
