"Sook, remember to call me when you arrive, I don't wanna be worrying about you all night!" my dumb-ass brother shouted to me across the car park.
"I won't forget Jason, bye!" I yelled back. As I made my way towards the airport I just thought of how my life had changed since last month. Last month I was planning my wedding, I had the venue, the food and the dress. All I needed was a faithful fiancée, but no Bill had to go and break my heart. I thought I loved him, but as soon as I saw him in bed with that slutty Loriana chick I realised I didn't love him, I settled for him. Yes my life has been full of disappointments, my parents died in a flash flood when I was seven. Last year my Gran had suffered a heart attack which left her dead and the only family I had left was my brother, I loved him but he just didn't understand me. So when Bill proposed I just wanted one normal thing in my life, I thought I wanted the whole white picked fence and the 2.5 kids, but as soon as I caught him cheating I realised I needed to change my life now before it was too late. So this is how I got here, on my way to a new life, a new life in New York. I had quit my nine to five job in a backwater bar in Louisiana, and brought an apartment in New York.
The aeroplane journey was uneventful so far, apart from almost being puked on by a screaming baby, nothing could alter my good mood.
"I am so sorry miss" said the almost desperate mother, her forehead had a slight sheen of sweat and her under-eyes were as dark as hell, despite looking so tired she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, her golden blond hair falling perfectly down her back. She was taller than me and a lot slimmer. She turned to the man on her left, I couldn't see his face as he was engrossed in today's newspaper, he had long slender legs which looked amazing in his dark skinny jeans."Eric, take this lady to get cleaned up" she said to the man. He folded over his newspaper and glanced at me, I noticed he had short blond hair almost the same shade of blond as mine, his face looked like it had been sculpted, with a chiselled jaw and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He held my gaze and smirked. I blushed instantly and looked at my hands.
"Eh it's fine" I stuttered, I could feel his gaze burning into me. I looked back up and he was still staring at me, I blushed again. His smirk grew larger, seriously who can make a smirk look sexy? "I'll go clean up in the bathroom" I got up and made my way to the loo, my left leg covered in baby sick, yum. I locked the door and began the process of cleaning the baby sick off my leg. My mind wandered to the sexy Viking stranger also known as Eric. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Are you ok in there, do you need any help?" spoke an almost angelic voice, Eric.
"No, its fine. I'm almost finished" I shouted back. After a few last scrubs and a couple of squirts of perfume, I unlocked the door. Leaning against the side of the plane was Eric, staring at me with his signature smirk.
"I'd just thought I would wait to see if there was anything you needed" He smiled, I blushed. Was he seriously flirting with me, this annoyed me instantly.
"..No.. I don't need you to do anything thanks" I snapped. He straightened himself out and ushered me back to the seats, the whole time keeping his hand on my lower back. I sat back down in my seat.
"Pam, don't you think it would be better if I sat next to her, to reduce the chance of her getting puked on again?" She looked at him and smirked.
"Sure, whatever you want." With that they swapped places, this made me incredibly uncomfortable. I tried to distract my self by reading my magazine but every time I looked up from it he, was staring at me, every time he made eye contact with me I blushed. I couldn't help it God, he was checking me out whilst sitting next to his girlfriend. I don't need a man in my life, I kept telling myself. He may be hot but he is a total flirt. He flirted with the air hostess, again infront of his girlfriend. The rest of the journey was uneventful apart, when we landed I got my things and made my way to the taxi I had hailed. I shoved my suitcase and hand luggage into the boot.
"To West Street please" I noticed I couldn't see the drivers face and he didn't breathe a word to me. As soon as I sat down and the door was shut, I heard to flick of the lock. I stiffened instantly, I reached in my jacket pocket to find it empty, shit I must of left my phone in my hand luggage. I noticed instead of driving into New York, we were driving away. I was panicking, I wish I could remember my karate lessons from when I was a eight. "Excuse me, we seem to be going the wrong way!" I exclaimed, you could hear the fear in my voice. The taxi driver ignored me and carried on concentrating on the road ahead, after roughly ten minutes the taxi slowed and we pulled into a disused storage unit, it was completely empty. The driver stopped the vehicle, he turned around. His skin was pale, it looked paler in comparison to his long jet black hair which was tied into a pony tail. He smiled at me, his smile was enough to make me feel sick, his teeth were yellow and there were three black holes from where there should have been teeth. I involuntarily shivered.
"Don't be scared" He almost whispered. He opened his door and walked round to open mine, unlocking it with the keys in his coat pocket, once the door was open he signalled for me to climb out. I complied. "Don't even think about trying to get away, I'll only find you again." He leaned into the car and pulled out a six-inch blade, the light caught it and it blinded me momentarily. I gasped.
"What do you want from me?" I stuttered, edging away from him slightly. He grabbed my wrists and pushed me forward, motioning that I walk to the building.