Sh*t! We're Lost! (Sequel to Sh*t! I'm Sorry!)

Chapter 7~ Dubai, United Arab Emirates

I stood there paralysed. Jaw to the ground and eyes as wide as Texas. "Wha..what a-are they doing in...Italy?"

Ryan closed his eyes and gulped. And so, this is where I get to unwrap his little secret.

"What's happening Ryan? Why are they in Italy?" I say more firmly.

He refused eye contact with me and kept his jaw clenched. Focused on packing our items and not answering my question.

"What haven't you been telling me Ryan? Huh? I'm not stupid, you've been keeping something from me. And Kayla and Josh's disappearing act to Italy wasn't a spontaneous decision was it, Ryan?" I say more harshly, blankly staring at my boyfriend.

After a long pause, Ryan breaths out "No, not it wasn't" and then carefully looks up and me. "They didn't just go for the fun of it they...they..."

"They what Ryan?"

"They ran away"

I could feel the tears start to fill my eyes.

"Ran away from who Ryan?", my tone as serious and as calm as it could be.

"Muffin, please don't make me..."

"From who Ryan?" My voice had risen and my patience was running low.

"From..." his breathing was heavy, I could see him start to agitate and run his hand through his hair, "from your dad muffin, from your fucking dad".

Silence pierced the air and shock radiated my body.

My dad? How were Kayla and Josh running from my...dad?

What had happened? Why didn't I know? Why my dad?

All these questions swirled in my head that I had to sit down. Ryan rushed by side.

"Wha-what? What? What...do you mean? What the hell are you on about Ryan?" I was going to have a panic attack. I was being consumed by so many emotions I didn't know what to think.

"Muffin I'm so-"

"No..don't you dare sit there and try and apologise, Ryan! You fucking lied to me this entire week, Kayla and Josh ran away to god damn Italy, and now you're telling me my father has something to do with all this? I just...I just can't, I don't even know what's happening? I don't know what to do. I don't understand any of this".

"Me too, Muffin. Let me explain. Please" He begged with his low voice, slowly holding my hands.

I tore my hand from his grasp and stood up to face him. I was burning with anger toward Ryan, Kayla and Josh for lying to me and keeping me out of the loop. What did they expect when I found out they've kept a secret this big from me?

Though, there was something deeper than anger. I was upset. The fact that Ryan couldn't even confide in me made me feel as if I wasn't enough. Like I was something to be protected and kept hidden from anything.

I didn't want that. It's such an ugly feeling.

And the worst thing about this whole situation is that I feel completely and utterly useless.

I took a deep breath and waited a minute before I opened my mouth.

"Okay..."

"Okay?" the confusion on Ryan's face was almost amusing.

"Yeah you can explain to me while we're on the plane to fucking Italy"

~~~

Ryan and I checked out of the hotel, as we were signing off the receptionist asked: "checking out early I see, I hope everything is okay?".

Ryan looked up from the paper he was signing and replied sarcastically, "Just peachy" and then continued to sign off.

The receptionist looked at me as if she was asking if he was in a mood. I returned the expression of 'yeah, don't push it'.

After we collected our luggage we head straight to the airport, via taxi this time. Once we arrived at the airport, we immediately lined up for plane tickets. Luckily, we had enough money we received from the hotel's refund as we didn't stay the extra nights we were planning to.

It covered just enough, for the longest plane ride in shitty seats. Beggars can't be choosers.

After a four hour wait, we boarded the plane and I had nerves shaking my entire body. The fact that my best friends were somewhere in Italy and had not contacted us once really had me on a new level of paranoia.

Ryan and I didn't speak much until our stopover in Dubai. As we entered the airport, I looked at the exotic, vibrant and happy surroundings and just smiled.

"You know, I've always wanted to go to Dubai, and here we are," I tell Ryan with a grin plastered on my face.

It's a city which always attracted me in a way which included so much spirit and life to it.

Ryan looked at me with a small smile and held me by the waist.

"I know Muffin, and I'm so, so sorry that your first time had to be like this". He looked so upset with himself, and it broke my heart to see him like this.

Whilst we waited at the gate for our next flight, an announcement blared within the entire space. A woman with a thick accent announced, "We apologise to all customers on flight EY85, due to circumstances on the tarmac of our airways. As a result, flights have been delayed and possibly cancelled until further announcement. Thank you".

At that point, Ryan lost his shit, "Are you fucking kidding? Nope, I can't do this" he got up from his chair and walked away panicking. I followed after him, trying to calm him down. "I've had enough, why did we fly here in the first place? Why isn't anything going right? Why-"

"Ryan! Look at me, look at me" I calm him down, and take his palms into mine. "You're so stressed it's ridiculous, deep breaths, c'mon". Once he calmed down, I pulled him into a hug, telling him everything was going to be alright. He apologised and held me close as we went back to the gate to see if there was any progress with our flight.

Cancelled, it read.

Well of course, I mean why not? The universe hasn't shat on us enough today.

"Want to get some lunch in the food court? I ask Ryan.

A smirk merged onto his face, "I think we can finally go exploring, what do you say Muffin? We may as well" he cheekily asks.

"Now, that's the Einstein I love and know".

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Wowza, they're really copping it hey?

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