Caged [BNHA]

Chapter Sixteen

~Enji's POV~

I slammed my hands atop the ticket counter at the airport as I was overcome with rage, "which one of you imbeciles gave an underaged girl a plane ticket?!"

There were dozens of hushed voices sounding behind me. My outburst had garnered quite a bit of attention. I could see a few people pulling out their phones and cameras to record my moment of unbridled rage but I tuned them out. I didn't give a damn about my image right now, I needed to find Enya.

"Sh-she said she was flying with you." The woman behind the counter burst into tears.

It took every ounce of willpower I had not to rip the computer off her desk and hurl it across the airport. "You didn't think to check that a minor had an adult with her before giving her a ticket to who the hell knows where?!" I snarled.

The woman began sobbing. My last shred of patience dissolved and I let out a roar of rage causing fire to flare around me startling everyone nearby.

"WHERE THE HELL DID SHE GO?!" I demanded.

One of the other employees scurried over and took over as the sobbing woman slumped to the floor. She typed a few things into the keyboard on the desk and waited a moment. "The last flight under your account was to California."

"SHE LEFT THE COUNTRY!" I exploded causing fire to flare up around me once more.

Several people backed away.

"I-I can get you a ticket to the same airport she flew in to...the plane leaves in ten minutes." The girl behind the counter squeaked.

I held my hand out for the ticket and she hurriedly clicked a few buttons before one of the machines on her desk spit out a ticket. She shakily placed it in my hand and I stormed off. It had been a week since Enya had run away. I'd tried to rush after her right away but Rei went into labor. Once things had calmed a bit, I was finally able to go after her. I couldn't help but feel resentment toward Rei, she'd helped Enya in her escape and left me completely in the dark. I'd never forgive her if I lost my little sister.

It had already been a week, was she alright? Did she find somewhere safe to stay? Was she eating properly? A million horrible scenarios kept spiraling through my mind of all the terrible things that could have befallen my sweet little sister in a foreign country. Her husband to be, the creepy mafioso, was strangely calm after having been left at the altar. He was playing the role of concerned fiancé pretty well and had all the media fooled. This time I didn't give a damn who he threatened, I was getting my sister back and keeping her as far away from him as humanly possible.

TSA didn't even bother with me and dove out of my way as I headed for the gates. I reached my gate and thrust my ticket at the guy behind the small desk outside the doors to the loading dock. He accepted it and waved me through with wide eyes. I angrily dropped into the first available seat I saw on the plane and folded my arms across my chest settling in for the long flight.

I spent the entire flight thinking up more horrible scenarios of terrible things that could have befallen Enya. Each one was more gruesome and horrific than the last and by the time the plane began its descent, I was wracked with fear and panic.

I exited the airport in California twelve hours later wondering where Enya might have gone. It had been an entire week since then, who knew how far she could have gotten. Fearing my baby sister was lost to me forever, I clenched my fists at my sides and struggled to maintain my composure.