Faithful

Chapter Sixteen

"Would all passengers remain in there seats as the police board," the pilot said over the intercom, "thank you for your cooperation." A huge amount of police boarded and came towards me with a picture. "It's definitely her," one of them sighed, "Annabelle... you're going to be safe now I promise... welcome back to England." As they walked me towards the passengers to the exit, many people had there phones out filming them taking me. As I was leaving I heard someone shout, "oh my god that's Annabelle Brewer!"

The whole plane suddenly went into a commotion but the cabin crew wouldn't let them leave until I was gone. There was a similar occurrence in the airport of people asking what's happening then others suddenly recognising me. The people didn't try to crowd around me though. Yes they were intrigued and wanted to know what happened to me but not even the paparazzi approached, everyone kept their distance to give the extremely terrified shaking twenty year old girl that was kidnapped by Mafia the space she needed to make her way so she could get help.

The people applauded the police, cheering their praise for the fact I was safe. A nice police lady stopped me before they took me out of the duty free and asked if I wanted something to drink. I nodded and shakily asked for a coffee. She took my preferences and went off. I tried to continue walking but my legs couldn't take anymore, I fell to the ground as a shaking, crying mess. Someone came along and offered a wheel chair which they lifted me into. I couldn't help but cry, "I just want my mum and dad... please..." Everyone looked upset for me and the nice police lady was back with my coffee.

"We're going to take you to New Scotland Yard because this is an extremely complicated case but, we're going to contact them as soon as we know you're in a safe environment and give them transport to get here as quickly as possible," he explained softly. "Thank you," I cried, "thank you so much." Everyone seemed to applaud once again as they wheeled me out from duty free, straight past security who didn't do anything but take off their hats and straight out of the airport where god knows how many police cars bombarded the entire entrance.

Everything stopped as I gently got up to get into the car. The people surrounding we silent, no one moved an inch. I got into the police car as directed which was quick to make everyone move out of the way to get me somewhere safe and quick. Everything we passed was a blur. Who'd have ever thought my first time coming to London, would be to be taken to somewhere like New Scotland Yard. I clutched onto my coffee taking small sips occasionally. The journey was about an hour and the police car I was in was surrounded by others.

When we finally arrived there was a man with a wheelchair ready and waiting. They helped me into it and wheeled me in. I was empty of emotions. Sick of feeling. I was pushed into a large room and there I was... pictures of me everywhere. One of me being dragged into the car in New York after the police took me in for questioning. One of me in Paris, being dragged unconscious into a car by Pierre. God I get dragged around a lot. None of me in Russia though... I guess CCTV footage can only go so far.

I finished up my coffee admiring the pictures of me in god knows how many different circumstances until some high up looking police men walked towards me. "Miss Brewer you are certainly not what we expected to see today," a police man in a fancy suit said. "Well... yeah... nor's getting kidnapped by Mafia," I replied bluntly which made a young man that did not look like a police man burst into laughter. "You came from Florence... how did you get there?" The police man asked, giving a sideways glare at the young man.

"I'm guessing you want me to start from the beginning then... you might wanna pull up a chair and get kettle going because within over six months I've been kidnapped... 1, 2, 3... ermm... five times by four different types of Mafia from around the world," I laughed. Everyone in the room gave me a funny look and the man in the suit ordered someone to set off a recording device, pulled over a few chairs and brought a massive load of coffee.