First Flight Out

2

Miracles Pov

I frantically packed my suitcase in my apartment that I had in the Bay Area of California. I had been planning this for a month now.

I peeped outside the window to make sure he hadn't pulled up in his car. When I saw that his car wasn't there, I put my bag on my shoulder and called an Uber to the airport.

During the whole drive their my heart was pounding. Once I made it to the LAX, I mumbled a quick "Thank You." as I pulled the gray jacket I had on tighter to my chest.

Before I could even get to bag check, my phone started blowing up.

My heart stopped as I stared at the messages coming in a rush on my phone.

10:16 am
Clint: Where the Fuck are you!?

10:20 am
Clint: I got eyes everywhere I'll find you Bitch

10:21 am
Clint: When I find you I'm gone beat your fucking ass bitch!

Even though he only beat me twice, I knew if he ever found me, I really would get my ass beat this time.

My attention was snatched away from the messages when the lady at the Baggage Check desk called out "Next!"

I stuffed my phone in my jacket pocket and followed the procedures of Baggage Claim. When I made it to Security Check, I almost wanted to cry.

I was finally free.

I had a friend named Donte that I would be able to stay with once made it to Miami. He had been up to date with my situation with my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, Clint. We have known each other since high school and I hadn't seen him since graduation. We always found a way to chat on the phone or on Instagram.

Things took a dark turn once Clint started acting like the true him and became possessive. He didn't let me contact anyone he didn't trust.

I rapidly blinked my eyes as I slipped my shoes back on after the Security Check was finished.

I walked through the busy and loud airport, my suitcase rolling close behind me. If anyone that was passing by me looked at me, they would probably think I was a crazy person.

The smile on my face was so big and tears were rolling down my face at the same damn time.

I tried to get myself together as much as possible. I scrolled through my Instagram to take my mind off of the repercussions I might have to face cause of me leaving him.

The lady at the desk called out that the plane was preparing to board. I rolled my suitcase to the front and handed her my ticket, and she let me by.

The flight was only twenty minutes in, and suddenly a weird feeling came over me. I felt eyes burning into the back of my head. Since I was in the seat closest to the aisle, I leaned over just a bit to see if someone from the front was staring at me.

No one was, so I turn my head and look towards the back. A flight attendant with box braids and Long dramatic ass lashes was staring me down, but she quickly plastered a smile on her face when she knew I caught her.

She rolled the cart full of snacks and drinks up to me and offered me some. I looked up at her, then down at the cart. "No thank you." I saw a little smirk appear on her face, then she turned and pushed the cart towards the front.

Ever since I started fucking with Clint, all the little shit make me real side eye. That's the only thing I'd say he taught me. Never give bitches the benefit of the doubt you unless you trust'em, and even then, trust'em from a distance.

For the rest of the plane ride, I know the bitch was looking at me but I just ignored her and ended up falling asleep.

I dragged my suitcase through the airport once we landed and looked around to see if I could spot Donte. Then, my phone vibrated. I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket.

I placed my finger on the detector on my iPhone to open up my phone.

Clint: I got eyes everywhere baby. Have fun in Miami.

I was livid. Why can't I get away from this dude? I just want a better life. A better everything.

I didn't know that being with him would change my life. I knew he was a big name in the streets, I just always thought it was cause he was dealing drugs. I never would have guessed he was dabbling in human trafficking. By the time I got with him though, he was done with that. At least that's what he told me, and like an idiot I never questioned it.

He was most wanted by the FBI. I know, crazy. No one has ever matched a face to his name, well at least not his street name. In California, he was best known as "Clide".

Fucking with a nigga like that and doing shit like this, you probably think I'm crazy. But, I never got to live, I started messing with him my Senior year, and haven't been with another nigga since then.

No one has ever known that I dated him, except Donte, but even he only knows so much. He made sure of that. I guess that's why he never wants me to leave him. I'm one of the three people who know his secret, and two of them are dead.

He never wanted me to find out, but I did. That was one of the scariest nights of my life, or at least the runner up.

I thought he was cheating on me, so like the crazy bitch I am, I followed him one night. What I saw was not what I expected. Drugged up, sweaty girls were being boarded onto a boat that was going God knows where. So scared and confused by what I saw, I headed back to the apartment, but I stopped by a fast food restaurant and ate in the parking lot first.

Once I made it home, I sighed loudly and flicked on the light. I heard the safety mode of a gun go off, and I stilled. The metal barrel rested on the back of my head for what felt like forever. "I saw yo ass tonight. Why the fuck was you following me?" I was too scared to answer.

"Bitch speak the fuck up." With a shaking body, I told him everything. After I was done I heard him chuckle behind me.

"You done trapped yo self now." Back then, I didn't know what that meant but now, it was so fucking clear.

After that, I remember having the best sex of my life. I Remember trying to run away from him, my legs shook and everything that night.

Yet, when I woke up, the only thing on my mind was the shit I saw him partake in last night.

After many failed attempts to leave him and failing, I wanted so badly to give up on ever living a fun young life.

Something just won't let me though.

This time though, this time shit was gonna be different.

I'm gonna fight and I'm gonna live my life by any means necessary...