Any one she passed could tell something was wrong; she had multiple visible bruises and a nice sized gash on her forehead that was being held together by a couple small bandaids that were not doing a good job of hiding the wound, and these days not many people ran through airports. She did not care, not tonight, she had tried to lay low and it didn't work. All she had to do was make it to the plane, the plane that was supposed to take off from the snowy terminal in a mere thirty five minutes. When she made it to the ticket counter she was convinced the gentlemen working behind it couldn't be moving any slower, he asked to see her passport three times before he looked at her computer. Even with her passport in front of him she had to spell out her whole name for him twice,
"S O P H I E G L E N N A N E" Sophie tried hard to not shout at the man.
"Oh yes there you are, Late booking?" He asked and then winked at her.
"You could say that" Sophie replied trying to resist the urge to cause any damage to the man, that she now realized was pathetically trying to flirt with her.
"Going to be gone long?" he asked her while printing her tickets and flashing a smile.
"Not sure" Sophie responded snatching the tickets and running.
The only thing to her advantage it seemed was that she only had a very small carryon bag which would mean minimal security at the airport. After the phone call to her brother about the events the night before Sophie had thrown the things she needed to travel in her small green shoulder bag. Her family had taught her how to pack in minutes; she had never wanted to use that skill. Sophie had run away from Ireland to avoid using that skill. This meant that Sophie was boarding a plane with her passport, her driver's license, cash, and a tooth brush anything else she would need she could buy. When her brother called her fifteen minutes later she was already out the door, he somehow had managed to get her a last minute ticket on a plane departing from the Portland airport in an hour. Sophie knew getting to the airport, past airport security and having her ass in the seat in an hour was going to be almost impossible but her brother was right she needed to go see her big sister Fiona.
Sophie had called her brother Shawn in Dublin a little over two weeks ago after the first time the men followed her home; he had been shocked when he had answered the phone.
"Hello?" His voice answered questioning who it was, this was the number only used for family.
"Hi" She managed to peep out, nervous to talk to him after so long and worried about the topic she was about to broach.
"Sophie….is that you?", he said almost angry sounding.
"Yea Shawn, and I Need your help" she responded her voice shaking.
And so the conversation continued on, even if Shawn was angry at Sophie for leaving she was his little sister. Shawn had begged her at the time to leave the city, to go see Fi knowing that she could help. Sophie had decided before the conversation was over that she was overreacting. That had been two weeks ago.
After the death of her older sister Sophie had tried to disconnect herself from the rest of the Glennane family, she never liked all the violence that circled them. Sophie had moved out of Ireland and started teaching; she had a nice quiet life in a small town in Oregon. If she was being honest she didn't even know Fi was in the country.
After making it to the plane she double checked to make sure she had the address that Shawn had texted her, she stuck the small piece of paper back in her pocket and tried to relax even a little bit but the burns on her back were making it hard. It was then realized she didn't even know where she was headed. After a couple questions to the flight attendant she realized it was Miami.