Chapter numero uno is here. Nicole bribed me. Thank HER for the speedy update!!!
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--krisizzle.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. Geez.
This chapter is hereby dedicated to Nicole, for being such a briber ;)
I'm waiting... 10 minutes... haha!
Heavy hands holding her against the rough planks of the barn. Intensity. Heat. Passion.
The empty glass bottle, him wearing the contents. Naivety. Hopeless. Confusion.
Running, running, away from the fire that rushed and tore and chased her.
Intensity. Heat. Pain.
The end.
"We are currently experiencing some minor turbulence at this time. There is nothing to worry about, but please remain seated," The flight attendant chirped brightly as the plane jolted, sending Massie Block's head slamming against the window.
She winced. It was just a nightmare.
She rubbed her forehead, brushing her bangs off her face. Just a nightmare.
The plane settled into a smooth pathway, and she rested her reeling head against the chilly glass. Her amber eyes followed the clouds as they flurried past, racing away. Just like she was.
She shifted anxiously in her cushy, first-class leather seat. It was more than comfortable enough, but her future was too uncertain for her to relax.
Westchester, New York. Her home up until age twelve. Her home that had never quite been a home. The place that she was now trying to make her home. Or at least her escape.
"We will now begin making our descent. The local time is 4:17 PM. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope you enjoyed your ride!" The perky flight attendant seemed to overly enjoy using that microphone.
A sigh escaped Massie and fogged the pocket-sized window. She bit her lip. What would her parents say? The people she hadn't seen in over a year. The only things they had ever given her that mattered were her credit cards.
The plane rumbled down the runway, eventually humming to a stop.
Cautiously in three-and-a-half inch heels, Massie made her way down the aisle towards the exit, ignoring the numerous cat calls and wolf whistles directed her way. She had already had enough of those to last a lifetime, and look where it landed her.
Just a nightmare.
She was out of the airport in exactly four minutes. No bags; she had taken nothing from her old life with her but her memories. And she was trying her hardest to forget those.
The iconic yellow cabs were hard to miss. Sliding into the backseat of one, choking out the address, and blinking her amber eyes once, Massie collapsed against the smoke-scented seat.
The city flashed by as nothing but a steel and concrete blur. All she wanted to do was go home. The only problem was that she didn't know where "home" was.
Her pocket vibrated, and she slid her phone out quickly.
Dylan M (cell) Calling.
Her tan went gray in an instant. She frantically clawed the old-school window, her shaking hands finally managing to lower it and fling the four-hundred-dollar phone out onto the freeway. Amid a chorus of honks and swears, she swallowed hard once and tried to stop her shaking nerves.
This couldn't be happening.
She was here to get away. She had to.
The cab purred to a stop outside a majestic stone mansion, The Block Estate printed on a matching stone wall by the driveway.
She was home.
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