"This trip might even hold more than I know." I mumbled under my breath.
I didn't see the back of my eyelids for the rest of the plane ride there. I didn't want to have another dream leaving me clueless yet again.
"Tayler, I might as well ask now. Why were you crying?" Jake gently asked.
I had known the question was coming," Jake I don't want to tell you it's too embarrassing," I rattled off trying to get out of explaining.
"You know you can tell me anything, Tayler." He softly spoke.
I just stared blankly at the Air Mall magazine in the seat compartment.
"Remember when Brad broke up with you and you were so upset for the longest time and you couldn't even tell Kennedy what was wrong with you? I didn't want to crowd you, and then when you saw me in the hallway you pulled me into an open classroom and I skipped the last three periods of the day letting you tell me what was wrong and letting you cry on me."He whispered.
"Of course I remember that. It's one of my favorite memories."I let the words roll of my tongue without thinking if I really wanted to say them aloud.
"Really? It's one of mine too." He said looking me dead in the eyes.
Our gazes remained locked for what felt a century.
"I had a dream that we were walking in a dark alley and then I guy came and ran off with you. I tried to chase after you but something was holding my right hand down so my body just stretched out towards where you went. The odd thing was I felt like I loved the thing, but hated it because it was holding me down from saving you." I said ducking my head and turning several shades of red.
"So you were crying because you couldn't save me?" he asked looking as if he had just been touched by a beautiful angel.
"Yes." I replied in somewhat of an offensive tone.
"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me." He mumbled, not thinking I could hear him, just as the flight attendant came over microphone.
"Okay folks we are showing that we will land at 7:00 and the approximately 6:45." She cheerfully stated.
The plane trip seemed as if it had breezed by. Before I knew we were bumping around in the aisles trying to get off the plane. I was anxious to breathe the sweet Bahamian air. I grabbed Jake by the arm and led him off the plane and all the way through the airport. We reached baggage pick up and I was delighted to see that our bags came out first.
"We need to call a taxi to take us to Conch Strip to meet the rest of the missionaries. Then we get in a bus heading to the village." Jake said.
"Uh... what?" I questioned.
"Just follow me." He said.
This time he grabbed my hand and led me to a taxi pick up. We stepped up as a new taxi pulled in.
"Conch strip, please." Jake told the man as we got in the cab.
Immediately I smelt a horrible stench floating around. As I settled down in my seat and looked up at the driver, he wore a grimy shirt, had a scraggly beard, and the expression he wore was nowhere near friendly. He sent off an almost bloodcurdling ore. I gave Jake an afraid stare and kept my head down the rest of the ride until the man let out a wicked laugh. I scooted closer to Jake and he leaned forward and put his arm on the side of my far leg, as if to protect me from the man.
The man reached for something on the floorboard. Something started to make clicking noises. Jake leaned back against me. I was scared stiff that we were going to get shot. I closed my eyes and began to pray. In the distance I saw some lights and I knew that must be the strip. The taxi driver pulled up to the lights.
"Get out!" the man shouted as he pulled out a gun.
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