Kill or be killed

RUN

I looked out the window, the view from a jet is amazing.
The sun was setting and the city looked so beautiful, I couldn't take my eyes off it, but then the reality hit me.

I'm going home, home without any answers, just with emptiness.
I can't ever remember the feeling of being 'Sad'
Or depressed or whatever the hell you call it.
"Would you like any drinks?"
A air hostess said.
"Do you have whiskey?"
I say raising a brow.

"Sorry we don't sell alcoholic beverages here"

I rolled my eyes looking back out the window.
"Leave"
I said cold, taking my attention back to the jet slowly getting lower and lower.

She was taken back by my comment, and left.

If my life wasn't like this, then......then I would have a family who cares, I would have a boyfriend who loves me and I love deeply.
I would have friends and not enemies that want me dead.
Soon get married and have kids. My parents watch me grow into a big girl.

But I raised myself. Leo raised a part of me. But I ended up learning stuff. Blood doesn't matter, trusting people is hard. You get hurt, broken by the people you most care about.
At least when I die I'll know that I will have a funeral with some people that will do anything to protect me. Mainly Christopher.
Hunter......he's someone...that. *

Sighing I looked down at my lap.
I don't even know.

I know he doesn't do relationships and he knows I don't do relationships.
But just thinking about it..brings a smile to my face.

I want that happiness with someone. 

Sanchez. My favourite idiot who thought Toronto was in Africa...
He makes me laugh like a idiot..something not many people can do.

All this thinking is making me hungry.

I looked around and saw the hostess, fixing her make up.

"HEY YOU, BLONDIE GET ME SOME FOOD.......hold on what do you have?"

She gave me a fake smile and came toward me.
"What would you like Veron-"

" Miss García..."
I snapped with my teeth gritted.

She took a deep breath closing her eyes before glaring at me.

"Do you have a menu or something?"

"Sorry Miss García but we don't have a menu, this is a jet. But I could get you some roasted peanuts, or some small snacks....no?"

Staring at her with my brows furrowed, I groaned rolling my head back.
"Leave"
She nodded and left.

"We are now landing please stay in your seat".
The pilot announced.

Everyone's going to be expecting answers.
My phone starting ringing, Hunter. I ignored it and took my belt off.

After we landed my bags were placed in the car. Well Limo.

I paused for a minute staring at the limo..not what I wanted or asked for but whatever.
I'm way too tired.

I got in the Limo as the driver greeted me. Resting my head on the side I looked out the window seeing the pitch black sky.

I picked up my phone and called Kevin. I wanted my SUV, I gave him clear instructions.

The bell ringed for a while before going to voice mail.

Is it just me or does something not feel right?

"Hey, how long?"
I asked the driver.
"Not long Miss García".