AN- Sorry this took so long I had computer issues…Oh and I am also a new writer so any criticism that Is constructive and or any praise really would be appreciated I am trying to get better I am sorry for any grammatical errors I missed.
When the plane finally took off Sophie attempted to relax for a bit before figuring out her next task. After an hour of attempting to watch the movie being shown above her Sophie decided to go really check out the damage that had been done to her last night. She knew it was bad but hadn't stopped long enough to really look, but if the airport ticket man was flirting with her it must be fairly well covered up. When she had gotten away from the men and made it home she had avoided the two mirrors she owned, she needed to attempt to stop the bleeding on her forehead but didn't want to focus on any of the other injuries until she was out of the state, she had slipped on a dark colored long sleeve t-shirt under her Pea coat to cover her arms and shoulders. In the tiny cubical of a bathroom on the airplane Sophie could tell that the gash on her forehead probably should get stitches, that there were multiple burns on her the back of her shoulders, and that there were a few darkening bruises on her arms. All Sophie knew is that these men wanted some sort of revenge against the Glenane's and that they had fading Irish accents.
After making It back to her seat Sophie must have succumbed to the pure exhaustion and the minor adrenaline dip because she had fallen asleep. She was awoken from her seat, hearing please fasten your seatbelts we are preparing for final descent. She couldn't remember much of the plane ride, besides checking out her injuries and carefully covering them back up with the long sleeve t-shirt she had on. The man next to Sophie had also tried to have a conversation with her, she couldn't really remember what she had said to blow him off but she had passed out for at least three or four hours.
When the plane finally landed Sophie became well aware that she probably had at least one broken rib that she hadn't really noticed due to the adrenaline that had been pumping in her system. Sophie walked through the terminal of the airport feeling very alone, she passed at least three couples and multiple families all being reunited, for the first time in the last thirty hours Sophie was really afraid and felt alone. Finding the first taxi waiting in the sun outside, Sophie slid in while taking her wool pea coat off, she handed the driver the scrap of people she had used to write down Michael's address on.
"Are you sure? He asked after entering the address in the GPS mounted to the dash of his car.
"Yeah, why?" Sophie asked concerned.
"Well it's a night club….oh and it seems there is a loft apartment above it"
"That's the place" She replied to the cab driver trying to have some confidence in her voice.
The last time Sophie had seen Michael was at Claire's funeral, the day she decided she was leaving the world she grew up in for a peaceful life. He was Michael McBride then, Shawn had informed her that his name was now Michael Weston he is an American. The fact that he was an American didn't bother Sophie as much as it would have before Claire's death, at the time Sophie had believed that everything was fine and peaceful, no one would lie to their family. Sophie and Claire were the innocent ones; they were shielded from the violence that was so prevalent, they were also the youngest two. It took the taxi twenty five minutes to reach the address, Sophie gave the driver some money and got out. She immediately realized why he had been skeptical the club was closed until evening and the area above was closed off but a large gate of what looked like rusty sheet metal allowed for an entrance.
Upon closer inspection of the gate Sophie saw the place a chain and a lock had been, she was able to push open the gate without much of a problem. She climbed the stairs slowly afraid of what would be on the other side of the door; Sophie was not ready to see her sister yet, not in the shape she was in the burns rubbing against her shirt, and her cracked ribbed were a reminder of that. Sophie was hoping Michael would answer the door; she wanted to talk to him before Fiona, she knew Fiona was probably going to want to hunt them down and kill them. Sophie wanted a chance to really explain what it seemed the scary men wanted, she also wanted to shower and eat before she saw her sister. Sophie was also hoping that Michael could help bandage and clean her injuries before they got any worse. Sophie knocked on the door and waited about ten seconds before a man in a floral shirt answered with a gun in his hand.
She immediately answered by putting both hands in the air and yelling, "Don't hurt me I am Sophie Glenane, I am looking for Michael Westan"
"Michael!" the man yelled back in to the loft.
"What? Who is at the door" A male voice yelled back that Sophie recognized.