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We boarded the airplane and sat in our rightful seats, looking around at the people filling in the empty seats at the back. I placed our two hand-carries inside the cabin on top of our heads with the help of a rather attractive male flight attendant. I thanked him quietly before sitting down beside Lucy, who was sitting on the window seat.
"Do you want anything to drink, Ma'am?" the same attendant offered, smiling politely.
"Just water, please. Thanks," I replied, smiling back.
"And for the little lady?" he asked, looking down at Lucy in a dashing smile.
"What do you want, Luce?" I turned to Lucy, watching as her eyes went wide.
"...milk?" Lucy murmured, chewing on the skin around her nails. I looked back up at the attendant and he smiled, nodding curtly. I glanced down to Lucy and noticed her still biting her nails, a nervous habit she must have gotten from me.
"Honey, no, you'll get bacteria in your tummy. Do you want that?" I questioned as I raised an eyebrow at her. She nodded her head excitedly around her hand, saliva dripping from her fingers. I laughed and said, "Bacteria's bad. You don't want that lurking around in that tummy of yours." I pulled her hand out of her mouth and wiped it in the handkerchief I brought along with me in my shoulder bag.
The attendant came back with a bottle of water and fresh milk in a carton with a white bendy straw attached to the back. I thanked him and gave Lucy the milk, pushing the straw inside the hole. An old woman sat beside me and eyed both Lucy in admiration.
"Is she your sister? She's very beautiful," she wondered.
Awkward... "Um, no, she's my daughter, actually, but thank you," I said nervously, twisting the bottle cap of my water and placing the end of the bottle to my lips, taking a long swig from it.
"Daughter?" she asked incredulously. "You're too young to raise a child."
Offended, I shot back, "Well, maybe you shouldn't judge people by what you see." She scoffed and turned to face the front, completely ignoring me. I huffed in annoyance and turned to Lucy, who was eyeing me curiously. I flashed her a smile and kissed the top of her head, saying, "Why don't you go watch some movie, eh, love? Here."
I fished in my bag for my iPhone and pulled out a pair of ear buds and handed it over to Lucy, placing the buds in her ears and playing Barney for her sole entertainment. I'm not quite sure if she loved me or that purple dinosaur even more. I'm just glad that there are still good shows for kids.
We were instructed to buckle ourselves in our seats by the time everyone has boarded the plane. I strapped in Lucy and she kept bouncing in her seat, the bendy straw stuck in between her teeth. She was so adorable. Once the plane started to lift into the air, Lucy was alarmed and she started crying again. The sound of the engines must have scared her.
She wasn't like other kids that when they cry they were loud and obnoxious. Lucy was the silent crier but it was noticeable because her eyes started to become puffy and her nose would be red and it would be the cutest thing you'll ever see. Once we were allowed to take off our seatbelts and move around the cabin, Lucy raised her arms for me to carry her into my lap.
I did so, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, sobbing quietly in my neck. "Shh, shh, everything's alright, Luce," I said against her hair. I stood up and moved to the window seat and cradled Lucy in my arms, humming a soft lullaby. She calmed down eventually but she wouldn't go back to her seat when I offered it to her.
I placed my handbag on the seat beside me and set my mobile inside it along with the ear buds. I was already starting to get bored and it has only been forty-five minutes into the flight. We've still got sixteen hours and fifty-five minutes to go. This was going to be an awfully long trip and I could only imagine what life would be like in Australia.
I've always longed for accents. And maybe, just maybe, when I stay there for the rest of my years with Lucy I would develop an Australian accent. It sounded posh and even funny when I tried to fake it. I felt Lucy relax in my arms and within minutes, I could feel her soft snores against my neck. I smiled slightly and prepared myself for a peaceful slumber.
I leaned my head against the window and eyed the clouds sweeping by in the sky. It looked so beautiful up here. I just wish we would arrive in Australia sooner though. I couldn't wait any longer.
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I woke up to Lucy moving in my arms and I fluttered my eyes open, looking at her in confusion. I looked around and saw that the male attendant was standing in front of us, smiling politely as he said, "We've landed." Everyone was going down the plane and when I looked out the window, I saw that it was dark out already. Wow, Lucy and I were knocked out the whole plane ride.
I went down the plane with Lucy in my right arm and our hand-carries in my other hand. Two hand-carries and a child were a handful but I managed. I was tired by the time I reached the luggage counter and I was thankful for the cart where I was supposed to put my luggage.
I claimed Lucy and I's suitcases from my counter and with the help of a man, we placed it on the cart. I thanked him and he only smiled at me in response, leaving me afterwards to tend to his own luggage. I pushed the cart with one hand and bounced Lucy on my hip saying quite excitedly, "Baby, we're here. We're finally here. Can you believe that?"
She cheered and giggled at my excitement, but she probably didn't know what I was talking about. I grinned and kissed the top of her head, pushing the cart out the airport and hailing a cab. The yellow vehicle came into view and he stopped in front of where we were. The cab driver placed our luggage in the trunk as Lucy and I sat in the backseats.
"Where to?" he asked politely in that Australian accent. I smiled and told him the address of our new apartment.
In less than fifteen minutes we reached the building and I expected the ride to be longer but I was glad we arrived shortly. It only meant getting settled in and unpacking and calling my parents. Not necessarily in that order, though. I paid for the cab fare and hopped out with Lucy on my hip. "This is it," I whispered to myself. The cab driver once again helped me with my luggage.
"Want me to bring them in?" he offered in sheer kindness.
"Yes, please. Thank you so much," I smiled, going up the stairs of the building. I was going to meet the realtor of this apartment at exactly this time and I see a guy about my age, leaning against the wall beside the door with the metal numbers 1460 arranged neatly on the middle part.
"Hey, are you Elliot Greenwood?" he nodded my way, smirking slightly. I nodded in response and repositioned Lucy on my hip, chewing my lower lip nervously.
"You're the realtor?"
"Nah, I'm your neighbor. The realtor was here twenty minutes ago but he had errands to run, apparently. So, I'm here. He left the key with me. Don't worry, I know Mr. Williams," he told me and nodding towards the cab driver, "I've got it."
The driver nodded and I thanked him again before he jogged down the steps, leaving our suitcases at the top of the stairs with us. "I didn't catch your name?" I said, hoping he'd get the hint.
"Calum, Calum Hood," he grinned sheepishly, before putting the key in the slot and turning it, opening the door to my apartment. I went inside and eyed the fully refurnished apartment, smiling at how beautiful and cozy it was. Just perfect for my daughter and I. We could finally start anew with nobody knowing my name or my past or basically just anything about the incident.
I have yet to forget about it and this move will definitely be good for the both of us. I just can't wait to see my wonderful daughter grow. She's is literally my world and I would give up anything just for her.
so here's chapter 2!! hope you guys like it and omg Calum finally made it into the story yaaaay
i know it's starting slow but that's just how i like it. i almost always go into detail with my stories and yeah ahaha please vote or comment or whatever! i'd appreciate your feedback :) xx
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recover // c.h. au (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionIt takes years, decades even, for a person to fully recover from a traumatic experience. Elliot Greenwood just happens to have something amazing grow out of it.