I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A REALLY LONG TIME. I won't 'make excuses, but I've been dealing with a personal matter recently. Please forgive my absence.
Chapter 25
"Adley, wake up," Brea gently shakes me awake. "It's soon time to go Adley. You need to get ready." I shuffle around in the bed, I don't want to wake up for this.
"Adley, come on, let me make you breakfast while you get in the shower. I'm going to go and make you your favorite, I need you to get up and get in the shower okay?"
"Mmm," I moan. He kisses my forehead and goes downstairs to make my breakfast while I am left with the presence of reality. I don't want to do this, I can't do this.
Tears run down my face as I ready my shower and step in. I let the water rush down my face and body until I can no longer taste the salt from my tears. I wash myself and turn the water up as high and hot as I can stand it until Brea comes and gets me to let me know breakfast is ready.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" I ask.
"I took half the day off, you need some way to get to the airport. Let's get you something to eat, it's going to be a while until you eat again. I want you fed."
"Okay," I dry myself off with a towel, put on a shirt and panties and follow him downstairs where he has prepared pancakes, eggs, bacon and sliced oranges. The smell makes my stomach turn but I don't vomit. I'm getting better at not doing that.
I scarf down my breakfast as Brea eats with me for the last time. When we're both finished Brea looks briefly at the time and offers his hand to me. I stand up, accepting it, and follow him up the stairs. He leads me to our room and stops in front of the bed.
"Let's get you out of those clothes," he says softly, lifting my T- shirt up and exposing my breasts. He admires them as he pulls my shirt off of my head, my arms are stretched up, everything exposed but the small cloth of panties covering my last intimate part. Brea looks at them hungrily as I hook my thumbs under the cloth and slowly pull them down until they drop and pool at my feet.
"If this is the last time I get to see you for a while, I'm going to make it count," he whispers as he picks me up and gently lays me down on the bed, climbing and hovering over top of me.
He kisses my lips and then leaves them to lightly nip at my neck, it's a sad but intense moment as he goes down further and takes my right nipple into his mouth. I moan at the wondrous sensation, his lips around my nipple, flicking it with his tongue before moving to the other and doing the same.
"Brea, please," I beg when he bites down on the left one, he shakes his head lightly and then continues his journey downward, licking, biting, sucking at the skin on my stomach as he moves down. He gets down to the apex of my thighs and licks his lips hungrily. He bites lightly on my inner thigh, causing me to yell uncontrollably, it's sensitive there, and he knows it.
"Brea!" I yell when he does it again, sucking on the skin and then lightly kissing it before moving to his favorite part.
He gently licks and sucks on my lips, then flicks my clitoris with my tongue. I yell out in ecstasy, moving my fingers through his hair as I come around him, Brea flicks his tongue harder, faster, then moves down lightly towards my opening to taste my arousal. He licks at it hungrily, and the sensation is just as good.
"Brea, please Brea I need you," I groan. He shakes his head and inserts a finger while he continues to lick, pumping it in and out until I've adjusted to it, then he shoves in two and I scream. It's so amazing, he's so amazing that he knows how to tease me. He knows how to break me, how to make me come.
I collapse around his fingers he waits until I'm done and then pulls them out and licks his fingers clean. The sight is so arousing I can't take it. I almost come again. Brea sees my arousal and finally gives in to me, placing himself at my entrance he positions himself accordingly, his hands resting his weight on either side of my body he slams his hips into mine, I yelp at the feeling. He feels bigger than ever.
"Oh your tight," he groans as he cups my head in his hands, moving, he slides himself out and then slamming into me again. I yell out his name, it's so big.
"Oh, I can't," I whimper.
"You can't what Adley?"
"I can't take it, your so big." He grunts in response and moves faster, pumping his long thick cock into me until I crash, I crash over and over, several times in a row. Each one of his movements sends me over the edge until he himself spills into me, his fluids filling me. I'm still crashing as he finishes. His orgasm is so powerful his arms collapse and he crashes on top of me, his whole weight resting on me.
He rolls off of me and lays on the other side of the bed, panting and sweating, trying to catch his breath. We lay there for some time, catching our breaths, cuddling, until finally Brea rolls over and tells me it's time to get up and get dressed. It's time to go.
I pull on a nice shirt and jeans as Brea does the same and gathers my belongings at the door. As I walk down the stairs to meet him I see he's standing there at the front door, the suitcases behind him, and a bag in his hand.
"Here, this will have everything you will need," he says handing me the bag in his hand. Money, your tickets, and this, he says pulling out a small piece of technology. I look at it quizzically as he hands it to me, I have no idea what it is or what to do with it, it's just a screen, a block with a screen on it and three buttons.
"It's a prepaid phone, with prepaid minutes. There should be enough minutes on there for you to call me until I can get over there to you. Dial this number that's taped on the top, that's how you can reach me, press the green button that will be on the screen and hold it to your ear, you'll be able to talk to me. Call me when you get to your destination or if you get lost, I'll try to help you, though I'm not making any promises since I won't be there to guide you in person."
I look at him, lost, he just smirks. "Don't worry Adley, you'll know what to do, you'll be able to guide yourself, I know your scared, but I know you can do it, I have faith in you."
"At least one of us does," I mutter.
"Yes, I do. Now it's time to go, we need to get you to the airport. We both take some suitcases, I take one in each hand, as does Brea and he makes his way to the car as I follow him. He opens the trunk and places the bags inside, I do the same and climb in the passenger seat.
The ride to the airport is silent. Neither of us speaks to the other. I don't bring anything up in the attempt to avoid crying. I feel sick to my stomach, I don't know if it's the morning sickness or the circumstances but Brea has to stop several times along the road to let me out and throw up my breakfast. My stomach, like everything else, is empty. I feel numb.
When we get to the airport my stomach drops. This is where we say goodbye. Brea parks and gets out of the car, opening the door and letting me out before unloading our luggage. He shows me the best way to carry all of the bags at once, showing me the ones that have wheels and how I can hook the other bags to them and drag the entire load with minimal work, then he tells me to go in and get through security.
"You'll do fine Adley, I'll be there soon," he says grabbing my face and kissing my forehead and then my lips. Tears run down my face uncontrollably as I hug him for the last time before I step through the doors at the airport. The building is crowded with all sorts of people, people in uniform, people dressed normally, young and old are gathered here.
I find myself at the back of the line where I belong. Brea is gone, I won't see him again for a long time, if ever again. I'm so worried about this new life.
The line is incredibly slow moving, they thoroughly inspect everyone and their belongings and take some back into rooms at the side. I don't know what is behind those doors, and I hope that I never find out.
When it's finally my turn to be searched, my anxiety is up. I am ore nervous than ever. If they allow me through I'll be on a plane to Sweden on my own trying to figure out how in the hell to find my way to a specific destination that I have no idea where it is. I don't know how far away it is from the airport or how to get there, my only hope is that I can find a taxi that will take me there. Brea says that they are all over the airport but I didn't see any at this airport, what makes him think that there will be taxi's over there?
"Okay, you're free to go," the man says after he finishes patting me down and looking through my bags. It's oddly humiliating, but not as some of the other humiliating things that they have put me through in my time here. There cannot be anything worse than some of the things they have done to me.
The man gives me an odd look but allows me to go through, staring at my backside as I walk away, I only hope that Sweden is as different as Brea says it will be. I sit in the waiting area and wait for my plane to be called to start boarding. I wait and wait and wait until I start to worry that I have missed it. Finally after hours of waiting they announce my flight, and I get up and gather my things, following the others getting on the plane with me.
"Hold it right there ma'am," a hand on my shoulder stops me. I turn to face the person who has their hands on me, I recognize them as someone in the facility. Yes, they were one of the faces that were pondering around Brea's house the other day.
My eyes widen in fear, his grip is firm on my shoulder, "I know where you belong, you need to come with me."
Panic overrides all of my decision making skills. Without hesitation I grab the purse that Brea gave me and swing it at him, hitting him directly in the face it stuns him long enough for me to run. He yells out and I grab my bags and run.
His pain doesn't last long. With a shake of his head he is back and running after me, the bags are slowing me down, I can't keep dragging two wheeled bags with a duffle bag attached to one and a purse attached to the other.
I drop the bag on wheels that is heavier and keep the one that has the purse attached to it. I wheel it frantically behind me and run as fast as I can. They are catching up to me fast, and I make a last ditch effort and abandon that bag too, leaving the purse that Brea gave me as my only cargo. I dash as fast as my legs can carry me, following the ones that are heading on the same plane as me until I surpass them all as well. When the plane is in sight I slow down, calming myself I try to act as natural as possible, like I'm supposed to be here. I climb the stairs, the men are lost in all the traffic of boarding the plane.
I take my seat and then realize they are going to be on this plane at any moment, they will look through every seat and find me. I look around for an escape. There is a door off to the corner on the left side, I walk down the small runway of people with my bag and open it. It leads to a small bathroom with a toilet, a sink, and a cabinet underneath the sink. It is filled with toilet paper and cleaning supplies. I stack the toilet paper rolls on the counter where the sink is, and then climb inside. Hopefully they find nothing suspicious if they open the bathroom door and see the toilet paper on the counter.
It is very small and cramped in the cabinet, but I manage to fit with my small bag of belongings, barely. I hear them walking around the plane, looking, people protesting, the plane should have left by now, they are delaying the flight until they find me.
Someone opens the door and pauses for a second, probably looking around before they shut the door again, satisfied at the seemingly empty bathroom. In the matter of minutes after their failed search, I hear the announcement asking everyone to return to their seats and sit down. The plane will be taking off shortly.
I climb out of the cabinet and peek out of the door in the bathroom. My seat where I am assigned is occupied, by one of the men that was chasing me I think. I don't see any other seats that are empty, I climb back in the cabinet and wait for the plane to take off.
There is the announcement to fasten your seat belts and then the entire plane shakes just moments later. We're moving. It shakes so bad for what feels like an eternity, we're speeding up, I feel it. When I'm sure that everything on this flying metal death trap will fall to the ground, the noise and rattling stops, a lifting feeling takes place, we are taking off.
The feeling is strange and unique, like nothing I've ever felt before. We must be in the air by now, we must be flying. It is quiet on the plane, not much chatter from anyone. I can hear the steps of people going back and forth down the isle, they offer snacks and drinks, reminding me how hungry I am. I am so nausea's that I feel as if I'm going to throw up any minute, but my stomach is empty.
I stay in the cramped space for eternity, several people come in and use the toilet and the sink. Every time they turn the faucet on the pipes underneath leak a little, making my cramped prison an even more dreadful experience. My only hope is to stay undiscovered for the whole flight.
Hours pass like they are years until the intercom comes on again and announces that they will be landing. Finally I can get out of this cupboard that smells of urine and feces. It's a terrible stench, I have dry heaved more than I'd like in this place. She announces that everyone is to fasten their seat belts and apply their oxygen masks,two things I do not have in this arrangement. I only hope I survive the landing. I don't know what an oxygen mask is, but I can guess that it's important.
At no warning, the plane starts shaking again, this time in the air, and I feel like I am doomed to a death in this horrible cabinet. The plane shakes and wobbles in the air, it feels as if we are going to nose dive into the ground for several minutes, and then we hit.
It's an intolerable crash from the comfort of this cabinet, I lurch forward and am knocked out through the small double doors and I lay there on the floor and hit my head on the door of the bathroom. I only hope that nobody heard the noise.
The rattling is unforgiving and constant. It seems as if it will never stop. The landing is taking longer than I expected, but I would guess that it would take a long time to stop one of these vehicles, with how large they are and all. Little by little we start to slow down, and my heart rate increases. I need to find a way to get off of this plane without making a scene or being discovered. I'm surprised I haven't been found yet.
As the plane halts to a complete stop I ready myself. They will announce when the others can get off, and I'll try to blend in with the crowd. There are a few women on board, not many, but a few. I hope they are kind and are willing to help me by at least not speaking up.
"Okay passengers, the flight has come o a complete stop, please unbuckle your seat belts and prepare to unload the plane. We have arrived." There is a rustling around the cabin, people getting some of their smaller luggage out of the compartments above their heads before exiting the plane down the hallway and past my door. I still need to avoid the man that was sitting in my seat. He is still pursuing me. I'm betting that he would either be in the front or the back of the line waiting for me, so I'll have to blend somewhere in the middle and hope that he doesn't see me.
I slip out the door and blend into the crowd, they don't notice me. The man that is looking for me is in the front of the line, he doesn't see me come out of the bathroom. The other men around me and the few women give me confused expressions, but then return to their lives and do the same as I and exit the plane.
As I approach the stairs I can see that the man who is looking for me is waiting on the pavement. I panic, he is going to see me if I don't do something. I get out of the line to get off the plane, I need to figure out something if I'm going to get off without him finding me. I wonder if I just wait him out if that will work. It's a guessing game, but I still have my purse with the phone Brea gave me, so if anything goes wrong I'll call him.
The last person, including the flight attendants get off the plane and I am the only one left. I walk around the plane, looking carefully through windows, the one who is looking for me is gone, I can see him walking away. I walk back to the door to get off, but it's sealed shut. There is now no way out. The doors have to open again at some point, but when that is I don't know. I watch out the window while the workers unload the luggage of the plane. It takes them a while but finally they are done. A half hour later and they fuel the plane and then take it over to a gate. The door opens and now is my chance to get out. I can't be on this plane when other people are boarding. It will raise suspicion.
The door comes to a complete halt as it hits the floor and I start down them with my bag in my arms. There aren't any people coming yet, I'm in the clear. The stairs are steep, but I'm almost down them, once my feet hit the ground I sprint across the blacktop. It's long and seemingly endless. My stomach cramps, nausea threatens for me to drop to my knees at any second and start dry heaving again. I know I'm going to vomit, or pass out, or both. But there is still so far to go. I don't even know where I'm going.
My legs can't carry me much longer, I see my vision starting to fade from exhaustion and lack of nourishment and dehydration. I panic. They are going to find me if I faint here, that or I'll be run over by the plane. There is a small building a little off. I haven't made it far away from the main building where everyone is entering and exiting the plane, but this other building, it's separate from that. It is smaller, desolate looking and hopefully has no one in it.
I stumble up to the building, my vision so faded and continuing to do so. Turning the knob furiously I open the door and collapse in the doorway. The last thing I remember is the image of four wide eyed faces staring back at me in horror.