Only Memories Left

4. Did Someone Say Airplane?

^Isabel^

Isabel POV

My head is aching, feels like I got jumped by ten bitches. I felt little droplets of snot, my
left arm goes to wipe it but I couldn't. The handcuffs started to clank together.

"What the.. *yawn* ..fuck?" My vision scatters, searching for a reason I couldn't move my hands.

My wrists were handcuffed to what I think was arm rests to a chair.

Where am I? Glazing around quickly, I notice oval looking windows that were tinted lightly. Everything felt so relaxed.... Am I on a plane? The thought runs wild on my head, it doesn't make sense.

Last time I was at..

It came back to me, the painful thought rushes to me "M-my ARM!" Tears rushed down my scratch cheeks, I couldn't hold them back. Trying the best I can, I wiggle my right wrist trying to maneuver in these cuffs. Hoping to get my wrist to face upwards. Just to see this bloody marking, and devastatingly there it was.. the marking.

'4 Kingz' a body scar, a identification.

"You like it?" The voice was tone-less, but close to me. The voice was.. right across from me? His fingers were fumbling with a wrap, ignoring my tears. But maybe he could see, there was a deep smirk on his face through it all.

"Never was good at art." He snickered once more, before lighting his blunt. Just taking a big hit..

"NO! I DON'T!" My voice was thick and heavy, my emotions got the better of me. But I didn't care, he had no right to do that to me. It was gonna be a thick scar.. pieces of my skin was still hanging from my wrist.

He ruined my body! Not thinking, I try to jolt from the white and gold leather seat but only to be pushed back down by the handcuffs that cut into my wrists.

"Y-y-you!" My words couldn't even come out right, sometimes you just can't control when your gonna stutter or not.

Exhale.. "Shawty, *takes a hit* calm down." He's blowing fucking smoke in my face, smoking pot on a plane.

"Isn't there flight attendants?!" My brows raise at him, then giving him a nasty look. Maybe he will get the clue, I can still scream.

"Shawty.. This here is my plane *takes hit* there ain't nobody but us and two pilots." His voice is so unfazed by anything, there could be a shoot out right now on his plane and he wouldn't react.

"Your an asshole." I announced to him.

"Ok? And?" A slight smile lights up on his face right before he takes another hit. That shit smells absolutely disgusting, José never smoked in front of me.

"I thought you should know that." Attitude, one word you could use to describe that sentence. He lucky I'm even speaking to him, cause he ain't even deserve my presence.

*complete silence*

Is he not gonna say anything? Not even a 'Sorry for kidnapping you and ruining your life?' My patience started to boil, I hate quiet.

"Your not gonna say anything to me?!" I shout at him, while struggling to move my arms. It was a stupid idea though,  the cuffs cut into my wound more causing blood.

"So, whatcha ya name anyway?" His eyes were staring into mine. I couldn't help to notice his features, he had a trimmed beard, couple face tattoos, and a fresh edge up with tight braids. Wait? What am I thinking?!?

Quickly, I thought of something random.

"You didn't bother to research who I was before you kidnapped me?!" I mean if your gonna kidnap someone you should at least know who they are.