sheik and the american √

ch.17

A/n today's the big day:) what do ya think is going to happen?? I wonder if this story is going well...probably.

Thanks to all of you that are reading this story:)

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Jane's POV**

I knew that James came in here last night. He turned the light on his phone down, but I still caught him.

I hoped he'd stay till I woke back up, but when I did wake up he wasn't here. Today was the day I was leaving I hoped I'd see him but it's early and he's probably not awake.

I wish he could come but he's probably busy and I don't really like asking people for things. You know?

I don't really ask my parents for much. I guess that's just the way I am. I don't full understand why I want to go to Boston next year.

I do know that I'm glad I chose to stay here, I am still really happy here and if that ever changes then I guess I will move to Boston indefinitely.

Boston see!a great but so does my home town. And trust me it's not all that it seems.

It looks like a small town with safety and a place where children can run around happily without a care in the world. In reality, it is far from perfect. Yes it's a small town , it's not exactly safe and young children aren't really seen walking about on there own. It's a place full of secrets and sadness.

Happiness doesn't really last long.

And it's all because of me. In a way I do want to go back but in another way I don't really want to be the talk of the town. I've been there and done that.

It wasn't really a great experience but this time going there will be good. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

I grabbed my suitcase that I packed and picked up my phone from off the dresser it was fully charged. I put the charger into my backpack and went down to grab a bite to eat.

James wasn't there which made me a little sad. I would be able to see him in a week, probably a couple of days depending on if I can stand to be in that town for more than I have to.

Me and that town have history. Not all of it is good. Although not all of it is bad either.

I dialed a number and asked for a taxi to come pick me up. They said they'd be their within fifteen minutes. Huh... The traffic must be down for the time being.

I also texted my brother Nick to see if he could pick me up at the airport in a couple hours. He was fine with it ... I love having him as a brother Sam isn't really the type of brother that will talk to me... He got issues.

But doesn't everyone at one point in their lives have problems and don't fix them and then the problem turns into a mistake and you can't hide it because someone you know is gonna use it to turn against you one day.

I don't know why I'm feeling so deep right now.

The taxi arrived and I looked at my phone to make sure it had a good battery. Not like it mattered I probably won't look at it until we reach the airport at my town.

It's not a big airport, small, but comfortable. I like it it feels safe but it's the other things that are in my town that doesn't make me safe.

I pay the taxi driver ,get my bags and get on the next flight out of here ... Goodbye Qatar, Arabia....hello Nashville Tennessee.

Yes Nashville seems great but sometimes disaster strikes home. Unfortunately for me a little too close to home.

I went through security and after a while of waiting I was finally on the plane.

Going back. I don't know why I chose to go back but I guess it's just something I gotta do. I wonder if I should tell them about our fiance thing. They wouldn't know it was fake. They would just know the basics ,which were true, I loved him and I'm almost certain he loves me to.

He never really straight forwardly said those words. But if you look into his eyes a little bit closely you'll see passion, trust, loyalty,and a billion other things.

His eyes were easy to read into when he isn't closed up. Unfortunately that's half the time, only a speck of it is when he's around me.

I know he has secrets but so do I. One of which I hope won't resurface when I get home.

Why do I always talk to myself when I'm alone... Maybe I'll just get a book out and read.

It's about 10 minutes before we land and I put my seatbelt on. I can't stop wondering what James was doing.

He was perfect ,everything a girl could dream of, but not the kind of handsome you'd expect to be all yours. You know what I mean?

I wonder what it would be like if I become queen. I'll have a lot of responsibilities ...but I shouldn't think too far into the future.

What if I get in to deep and can't find myself to go to the surface?
Who will help me back up? Will anyone help me back up.

The plane was going to land in a couple minutes and I wonder if my brother is there already. Maybe he may be at home watching TV.

Lucky him. I have to stay with my parents Liam doesn't have a whole lot of room at his apartment and my parents have four bedrooms. They said I could sleep in my old one.

Which now that I think about it sounds so comfortable.

I grabbed my phone and purse and put my head down so I wouldn't fall and make a fool of myself.

When I was on the last step I looked up and what I saw made me so happy.

A/n what do you think she saw? I'm so excited writting this book!