getaway | H.S.

green eyes and a few tattoos

"If you don't hurry up we won't make it to the airport on time," my mom yelled from downstairs. I was stuffing the last few pieces of clothing into my suitcase. I was hesitant to leave. My best friend, Kait, and I had just got into a fight the night before and all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and binge watch Netflix.

"I'm coming down now, mom." I zipped up my suitcase and walked downstairs. My mom was making reading letters and taking sips from her coffee mug. I knew that she hadn't filled the mug up with coffee. She never does.

"Are you sure you wanna drive?" I asked. She looked up at me and smiled that innocent smile of hers.

"Why wouldn't I want to drive?" I rolled my eyes and walked outside to load my suitcase into the car. My mom liked to admit she didn't have a problem but everyone knew she did. After she got fired from her job because she was drunk while working, she thought the best think to do would be to go on vacation.

Hearing footsteps behind me, I turned around.

"Are you ready to go?" My older brother Carter asked. Unlike me, my brother seemed to not care about our mother and her "non-existent" problem. He defended her every time.

"Ready to go? Yes. Do I want to go? No."

"I think it'll be good for us to get out of this town for awhile."

"I think the last thing mom should be doing is going on vacation."

"She's fine, Zar. Stop worrying so much." He turned around and walked back into the house. Slamming the door behind him to make sure I got the point.

In this moment, I felt like my life was falling apart. It seemed as if the whole universe was against me and there was nothing I could do about it. I just needed one good thing to go right in my life. Just one.

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The drive to the airport seemed drawn out and tedious. It was only a 20 min drive from my house but it felt like 2 hours. My mom and Carter conversed throughout the whole drive while I sat in the back of the car with my earbuds in.

My mom was right however, we were almost late for our plane. We were walking down to the plane when my phone fell out my hand. I reached down to pick it up but another hand got to it before me. I looked up to see who the hand belonged to. It was a middle aged man with a long beard who had tattoos all around his neck.

"Here you go, miss." He smiled sweetly as I grabbed my phone from his hand. As I continued to walk, I could feel his eyes staring at me. I felt uncomfortable and tried to get out of the situation by walking faster.

"Zari, slow down. We enter the plane together, okay?" My mom called after me. I slowed down but walked closer to my family. After what seemed like forever, we finally boarded the plane.

I had an aisle seat which I didn't like at all. I liked staring out the window pretending I was flying free above the clouds like a bird. A free, beautiful bird.

"I can't wait to finally be there. It's going to be magical. Me and my angels." I could smell the alcohol on her breath and it angered me. My mom was in between my brother and I and squeezing us hard.

"I think I'll go to the bathroom before we take off." I said as I slid from under my mom's arms. I walked to the bathroom in our section only to find that it was locked. I sighed hard and knocked on the door.

"One second. Almost done." Someone said from behind the door. It was obviously a guy and it was weird because I swear I could hear a hint of an accent. I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, waiting.

Finally I heard the toilet flush and the door clicked open. I looked up at the slow pisser, who looked back at me.

"There, I'm done." He wasn't even done zipping his pants up before he opened the door. He had pretty greenish eyes and the tattoos on his arms were exposed from the short sleeved white tee he had on. I also wasn't crazy because he definitely had an accent. He ran his hand through his hair before he walk away and smirked. I followed him with my eyes until he sat in his seat.

I hurriedly used the bathroom and sat back in my seat next to my drunken mom.

"What took you so long honey?" My mom asked, her words slurring. I wasn't even mad anymore at mom for being drunk on the plane and not having a window seat. I had a new view anyway.

"Just some green eyes and a few tattoos."