"Mrs Music"

Chapter 42

*Yoongi pov

The flight was awful. I felt caged, trapped and utterly useless. I was anxious, continuously checking my watch, still unable to sleep or eat.
I wretched pretty much the whole time. My throat is dry and sore, my stomach feels as if it's been turned inside out and set alight. The physical pain i now feel the punishment of the universe for me for allowing 'Kenzie to leave without protection. I KNOW there is something wrong. I can feel it.
Namjoon has been very patient with me. He's an amazing friend, but even he with his superior intelligence and powers of reasoning cannot allay my fears.
Right now I am pacing around the first class bar, trying to make plans. Trying to work out my fathers intentions. I know he is behind 'Kenzies lack of contact. Namjoon is watching me quietly. I don't know whether he is planning something, worrying about me or avoiding speaking because he knows I'm likely to explode into a rage at any given moment?! Maybe all of those things?

"Does your father know about your feelings for 'Kenzie or about your involvement in her life?" Namjoon asks, leaning one elbow on his knee, resting his head on his thumb, one finger covering his mouth. He looks like Rodins 'The Thinker'.

"I don't think so. How could he? Why would he know that?" I ask confusedly

"I don't know, but I feel like we could be walking into an ambush of some kind. Look, 'Kenzie wouldn't just go radio silent on you would she?! You don't believe that, so why hasn't she contacted you? Your father was involved in a plot to have her killed and is now in England at the exact same time she returns home!? It all fits together too neatly to be coincidence" he ponders out loud.

Too loud for my liking! He is suggesting my father has gone to England to kill 'Kenzie and I don't want to hear that. Especially since it is an echo of my exact thought pattern too.

"That kind of talk is not helpful Namjoon!" I berate him

"But it is a strong possibility isn't it! Whether you care to face it or not, there is a good chance your Father is involved somehow. We need to presume he is there and intending to do harm and then make a plan based on that fact. Maybe he plans to finish what her husband started?"

The weakness I have been struggling against finally overwhelms me and I collapse to the floor, wracking sobs consuming me. The nausea I have been suppressing rearing it's head again, but despite wretching over and over I bring up nothing. My insides are literally on fire, my muscles so tense I feel as if I'm turning to stone, my throat tingling and producing copious amount of saliva, my nose is running a river and I can barely catch a breath.
I know Namjoon is right, my Father is definitely involved. I just hope that we aren't too late. It's been almost 5 days now. I can't bear to think about what could be going on....... what might have already happened! My cries continue as Namjoon comes down to the floor and envelops me in a hug, eliciting an even higher pitched cry from me.

"I have some ideas Yoongi" he consoles, "We will get there in time. 'Kenzie is strong, and smart. She can protect herself until we can help her. Come on, get up. We need to buckle up, we're about to land"