Tala's POV
I thought I was getting the hang of it; they were getting less frequent. I couldn't tell anyone about it, especially my mother; she is already under too much stress as it is without me dropping my little bombshell. I wish that I did have someone to talk to though; it's hard having a secret that you can't tell anyone about. It's just my mum and myself at home, my father died when I was five years old. I don't remember much about him, just that he was never at home very often and he was always fighting with my mum.
It wasn't that I wanted to leave, but mum was sick of me never being home and always getting into fights at school. I couldn't blame her, it was hard having to keep a secret from my mother but it was only to keep her safe and sane. She always said that I should go and live with him, but I refused. I had to admit that I was a troublemaker and proud of it.
So this is why I'm sitting on a plane with a bald, fat man drooling all over me. I didn't want to go, but the doctor said that if mum didn't stress than she wouldn't have such a high chance of dying. So here I am, watching the plane land in Seattle so that I can go live with my annoyingly bossy half-brother. I groaned out loud at the thought of living with him, which woke up the sleeping man in my lap.
I grabbed my backpack and walked off the plane into the terminal. The luggage area was over to the left, according to a sign. But unfortunately 5 VERY large men and one woman were blocking my way. I started heading that way anyway, intending to go around them. But as I grew nearer I noticed that they were staring directly at me. I studied their faces but froze on the oldest looking man's. Oh shit. I swerved, attempting to walk around them. But one of them moved to block my way.
"Hello, Tala. Good to see you finally got off the plane." The oldest man smirked at me and leaned into to give me a hug.
"Touch me and you'll regret it Uley." I snarled right back.