Escaping Red Room

Chapter Seven

It was weird being in the farmhouse without Clint around. I knew he was doing fine in New York, as I got to talk to him every few days... but I missed him terribly. It had been three weeks, and I was starting to feel a bit like a caged animal. I was teaching Lilly several hours a week, as well as doing some lessons at the dance studio to keep myself busy. 
I was currently sitting in the kitchen with Lilly, and Laura, busy with different things. I was fixing my pointe shoes, the way I wanted them.

"Ana, do you want to fly to New York and see Clint?"

"I would love to... But I am worried about being spotted by someone on the way there."

"I could have a private plane pick you up. I can always call Mr. Stark and see."

"If he could arrange that, it would be wonderful. I miss him terribly."

"I know you do. I'll arrange everything for you to leave to see him soon."

I stood quickly and hugged Laura. It meant a lot that she was willing to do her best to arrange things for me to go see Clint. I wasn't sure if I was in love with him, or still falling, but it felt like part of my heart was missing when he wasn't there.

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The next few days were a total blur for me, as I got busy packing what I would need to go to New York, as well as arrange for a nice hotel. I really didn't want to stay at the tower, so a hotel was a must. 

"Ana, the place should be landing here any moment now. Ready?"

"Yes, I'm coming."

I gathered my bags, and met Laura on the front porch. I could hear the place coming in at the air strip down the road. We got in the truck and headed there quickly. 

 It took all of ten minutes to get loaded onto the plane, before I was waving goodbye, as they place started to taxi back down the runway. I would have thought that I would have more time before take off, but apparently Clint wanted me in New York rather badly.... And that made me start to worry just a little bit.

I acted like I couldn't speak English at first, until I had made sure I could trust the flight attendant.

"Where are you from, Miss?"

"Russia."

"My husband is from Moscow. It's really a lovely city."

"Indeed it is. A place I spent a lot of time in."

"May I ask why you are going to New York? The pilots and I were asked to make the trip suddenly. Is everything alright?"

"I hope so. I am going to join a dear friend, who has asked me to join him... And seeing as that everything was arranged so quickly I do hope everything is fine."

"I'm sure it will be. Mr. Stark did not seem like anything was wrong when he called."

"That is good to hear."

I spoke off and on with her during the flight, and it was nice to have someone to talk to, who also knew a bit of Russian, and our culture. I still had a nagging feeling in the back on my head, that something was off, or wrong. And I really didn't know what was going to happen once we landed in New York. I was just hoping that Clint was alright.