Surrender to Fate - || A Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell Fanfiction

The Getaway

I had seen T-Bag running through the crowded airport, I show my ticket at the gate as T-Bag had spotted me

“Hi, is there anyway we can speed this up, or get security out here? That man there, is after me.” I said, pointing at T-Bag

“Okay, we can have security down, you better catch your plane, gate closes in twenty minutes.”

“Thank you.”

“Hey, stop her! Take your goddamn hands off me!” T-Bag yelled

“I’m sorry, sir. We can’t let you through. The gate’s closed. And the plane’s about to take off.” The woman said

“You see, that woman, you let board, is my fiancée, she boarded without me, thought I was already through the gate. I need to get to her.” T-Bag said

“I’m sorry, sir. We can’t let you through. The plane is about to take off.”

“Goddamn bitch. Did it again!” T-Bag said squeezing the ring in his hand

“I never thought I would be happy to be getting away from that psychotic asshole.” I said to myself, nearly breathless

“Hey! Stop that plane!” T-Bag yelled, running down the runway

“Oh, God, no..”

I had closed the shade on my side of the plane, thinking back to those times when I was at peace. I had taken a deep breath trying to cleanse myself of him. Thinking of how to get  my brother away from him. We could live out our days in Italy. I dialed Brandon’s number from the plane phone waiting for him to pick up

“Hello?” Brandon asked

“Brandon, it’s Jenna. I got away from him, but I have to get out of the country. I’m gonna wire you some cash for a plane to Italy. It’s somewhere I know he won’t come for me. I stalled him at the gate, but he slipped past security.” I said

“Suppose he comes here looking for you? What am I gonna do if that happens, Jenna?” Brandon asked

“He won’t go after you if he’s coming after me. You’re gonna be fine. I will wire the money as soon as I land.” I said, hanging up

“I will get you, Precious. And once I do, I will never let you go.” T-Bag said to himself

“Arrivederci, psicopatico.” I said, laughing to myself

BACK AT THE AIRPORT

“I won’t let you get away from me, Precious. Even if we must marry wherever you ran off to. Excuse me, my fiancée just came in and left on the last plane, can you tell me what flight she was scheduled for?” T-Bag asked

“I cannot tell you.” the receptionist said

“You can’t even tell me what flight she was on? She left her ring, but she was on the plane going lord knows where before I could give it to her. The least you can do is help out a man deeply in love.” T-Bag said

“She was on a flight to Italy.”

“Thank you. One on your next flight to Italy.” T-Bag said

HOURS LATER IN ITALY

“Grazi, Francesco. Six hours, and no T-Bag.” I said, taking my drink from him

“Ciao Prezioso.” T-Bag chuckled

“How did you find me? I was free of you!” I said

“The receptionist at the airport told me where your flight was headed, so, I hopped the next flight to find my bride here in gorgeous Italy. We could get married here.” T-Bag said