Little delay between chapters again, apologies, I may begin trying to upload weekly as it would be easier for when I have some time to write, not really important, any way thank you to those that have read and reviewed thus far I'm glad you're enjoying it and I hope that can continue

"This is your captain speaking we will be landing in 5 minutes we hope you enjoyed the flight and will fly with us again in the future"

Realization had finally hit home, what I had done, the choice I had made, the decision I thought was the right one, It was all hitting me now just how wrong I may be.
I'm thousands of miles from my home, my friends, my family, my bed and it scared me, it wasn't just the voice inside my head that was scared anymore I was too, and I mean really scared, like for my life.
I had hoped the plane journey would never come to and end, and truth be told it did feel like an eternity, when you're locked inside your own mind tortured by a thousand thoughts all wanting to be addressed at the same time its hard... the minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like days.
But time stops for no man, or woman in my case and now sure enough we were setting down at the airport in London, it was only about 4pm in London time, I only knew that because the clock on the flight was set to London time to allow everyone to "adapt" in a way to possibly avoid jet lag, but it probably wouldn't work.
Anyway, it was only 4pm but it was completely dark outside, so much so you'd think it were midnight, it was a little unnerving to say the least.

I didn't have any bags so I managed to quickly slip off the plane and avoid the crowds of people attempting to get their stuff from the overhead compartment, I quickly headed from the plane to the terminal, I don't know why though I could have stayed on the plane and explained my problem to a stewardess and maybe they could help me get home, but my legs just seemed to be carrying themselves at this point and even if I wanted to stop... no... I wanted to stop, I couldn't.

I kept on walking until I was near the entrance, I looked around at all the people filing in and out, surely I could ask someone for help? there are security guards, people who work here, so many people that can help me but instead I choose not to say a word.
Before heading out however I did stop to ask a young man, only a few years older than me where the nearest hotel was.
"Sure sweetheart, just go out that door, take a left, follow it down, take your third right and then go five blocks and you'll get to the nearest hotel no problem, it'll be no more than twenty minutes" "thank you very much" I said with a gracious smile to him before heading off toward the exit, repeating his steps over in my head, part of me wanted to laugh at his funny British accent, but before I could I walked through the automatic sliding doors out on to the street and froze.

By froze I mean actually froze in place as the sharpest gust of cold air immediately hit me, it sent shivers through to my bones, it was so unimaginably cold, I knew from social media that Britain was well known for its bad weather but I didn't think it was this bad, and to make matters worse the rain was pouring down, which is weird because as I landed there wasn't any sign of rain but now it was like it had been raining for a good few hours.
I had no choice but to fold my arms and attempt to keep what little body heat I had left to hold me over as I began walking, again I have no idea why, I know full well I'm scared and I don't want to be here and most importantly I want to go home but its like my body wouldn't let me.

NO! I mentally yelled just before I stepped from under the shelter in to the rain, spinning on my heels I quickly walked back in to the airport and headed straight to the customer service desk.
"Hi how can I help you?" the man behind the desk asked, looking me over, was it just me or was every British man handsome? now isn't the time Cat.
"I was um, just wondering if um... when is the next flight to America?" I asked with a stern expression, but inside I felt like doing back flips, thinking that by the time this was all over I'd be safe at home in my bed.
"Not for at least two days I'm afraid" WHAT?!
"What?" I tried my best not to yell, "Yeah, there's none going today and the weather will be really bad tomorrow so we've been advised against flights, so you'll have to check back then" he explained.
"Oh okay, well... can you tell me how much it'll be?" I asked counting up the money I had, it was about 1300 dollars, I thought for sure I'd have enough, especially if i convert it to British currency.
He typed into the computer and looked back at me with a frown "its sold out I'm afraid" oh great.
"You're not from around here are you?" he asked questioning my accent, "no I'm trying to get home" "well there's a hotel not far from here you can stay there for a few days and the flight at the end of the week will be £575" "okay, thank you" guess I was going out in the rain after all.

With no choice left I figured I may as well get my money converted and then go and stay at the hotel until the end of the week, at least then it'd give me a chance to think and it'd give my so called friends and family a chance to miss me.
After my 1300 dollars had been converted into 846 pounds I- EIGHT HUNDRED AND FOURTY SIX POUNDS? I mentally screamed in shock at the difference, that was barely more than the flight cost I thought I'd have more not less, I... wait... that's the other way around... oh my goodness... way to go stupid.
This is going from bad to worse already I thought to myself getting the money together and heading out to face the blistering cold again, I didn't even have a jacket on, I packed clothes but I didn't bring my big winter coat with me because I didn't think I'd need it, I'm so bad at making decisions.
The sharp chill of the cold air hit me again taking my breath away, this time I didn't stop, walking straight out.
If the cold air was bad, the cold rain was even worse, it came down so harshly, within minutes I was soaked through to my skin but I didn't stop.

Along the way I noticed people from London were different to the people back home in America, even on a horrible day like this when you walked down the street, complete strangers would smile, say hello, even pay you a compliment, but here its like nobody said a word, they all just kind of looked down or in front of them, almost like nothing else was important enough to pull them from whatever it is they were doing, but the few times someone did look at me, and even in my state I managed a smile it was just met with a scowl or an immediate averting gaze, they all saw I had no jacket on in the freezing cold and the pouring rain but no one did a thing to help me.

I made it to the hotel, surprisingly without drowning or succumbing to frostbite would you believe.
I walked over to the front desk, shivering and dripping, the man at the desk looked at me and immediately stood up, finally it seemed like someone was going to help me, "what the hell were you thinking going out in that weather dressed like that?" he asked getting a towel from a cabinet and handing it to me, I couldn't even speak I was so cold, my lips were turning blue and even when I tried to speak my shivering made it impossible to understand.
"Come on we need to get you dried off" he said leading me through to the room behind the front desk, he helped me dry off as best I could, sat me down and gave me one of the hotels complimentary robes.
He even bought me a cup of hot chocolate, I was in shock at how nice he was.

"Are you okay honey?" he asked after leaving me for a while to drink my hot chocolate, which was SO good by the way, I nodded with my body temperature back from freezing, "I am now, thank you"
"Where were you going?" "Here actually" I told him.
"Well, do you know where your parents are?" he asked, and that's when I realized he thought I was a lost little girl, which is understandable given my height.
"N... no I'm actually from America I was going to see if I could stay here for a few nights before heading back"
"Ohh..." he nodded listening to me explain, "I thought you'd got lost or something" I smile and told him that wasn't the case at all, but I didn't tell him just why I had ended up here in the first place.

"Well, if a bed to sleep in is what you're looking for you've come to the right place, but we charge for the week" he told me, I thought that was no problem however.
"Its £300" for the week, that includes food and drink, I smiled and nodded, paying him and he led me up to my room, finally things were looking up.
"Here you go, I'll let you get settled, you'll probably want to take a shower, call down if you need anything" "thank you so much" "don't mention it honey" "I'm Cat by the way" "lovely to meet you Cat I'm Derrick" he smiled and left, what a nice man, and handsome too, just like every other British man I've spoken too, either I'm lucky or they're all like that, Not now Cat, but you're right he is.

I smiled feeling like a trapped soul that was finally free, letting myself lay down on the bed, this is perfect, I can stay here for the week, and he was right I did want to shower first, see the sights, look around, meet people, try the food like fish and chips and tea and crumpets and stuff, I sound so British haha, and then I can get the flight back, I- hang on... how much was the flight?

With fear taking over my thoughts again I quickly jumped from the bed and went to my bag, remembering what the man at the airport said, the flight would be £575 but I had paid £300 for the week at the hotel, and I had... £846...

Oh my god I don't have enough money for the flight home.

Oh dear, what will little Cat do now?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter I'll hopefully have the next one up by next week