Is it Enough to Love you (A Josh Hutcherson love story)

Chapter 3: Airborne

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Chapter 3:

Goosebumps shot up my arm as Josh tightened his hold on my hand. I began to tense up preparing for the impact of being hit, but nothing happened.

Could it possibly be that not everyone would hurt me like Ron?

I turned slowly to Josh and saw his lips poke up into a smile. I smiled weakly towards him before he began to move his hand.

Fear that he was going to strike me ripped through my body and I wrenched my hand out of his grip and hurried down the isle to my seat.

When I got to my seat I slumped down into it and opened my bag yanking out a hoodie from the bottom.

It was plain black and very form fitting considering I hadn't gotten a new one in about two years.

I pulled it on and threw the hood up over my head while leaning back into my seat. I tried to lean to the right to rest my head, but since I had the isle seat I fell out of the chair and smashed my head against the armrest on the seat across the isle.

"Sweetie, are you okay?" Asked a very concerned looking middle-aged woman who was sitting in the seat that I had smashed my head on.

"Yeah thanks.." I mumbled quickly getting up and plopping back down into my seat embarrassed.

I put my hand on my head and applied pressure quickly as I felt my bruise begin to throb. Groaning I pressed my head into the padding on the seat next to me.

I felt myself begin to heat up with embarrassment as I thought about what had just happened seriously. I probably looked like a complete klutz, or like I was purposely flinging myself out of the seat.

I sighed and began to pull at the drawstrings of my hoodie.

After about ten minutes the plane's intercom beeped on and the flight attendant started going over our instructions if the plane should crash. Then the pilot came on and told us to prepare for take off.

When he said that my leg started bouncing again, before I was just vibrating like an electric massager.

I felt the plane began to move and I made sure none of the flight attendants were looking before I undid my seat belt and slid into the window seat and quickly buckled up again.

I pressed my face against the window as I watched the runway pass and then I felt the plane going airborne. It took about five to seven minutes for the plane to get all the way up above the clouds in the sky and once it had I began to giggle.

I didn't care if I looked like a psychopath. I just giggled and my giggling eventually turned into laughing before I just plastered a huge smile across my face while screaming in my head 'I'm finally free!'

Then all of a sudden the pilot beeping onto the intercom again saying that it would be a six and a half hour flight cut my celebrating short.

Immediately a sulky look on my face replaced the smile. Groaning to myself I flipped to the side and began to doze off before falling into a deep sleep.

*Dream state

I was in my room and I was over Ron's knee. Then the scene played back from earlier. I was being spanked over and over again.

Except this time Ron never stopped he just kept hitting me. I yelled out in pain as his rough hand struck me again and again.

"Please stop!" I begged tears beginning to stream down my face and when it became clear that he would never stop I just watched my tears fall off my face and hit the ground.