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Clove POV:
I walk quickly into the airport, looking all around me for his face. I feel relieved when I walk into the coolness of the airport, now if he comes he can't do anything to me. I go through security and baggage check, even though I don't have anything besides the bag on my back, and rush over towards the terminal. When I get there, I decide not the sit down, or else the airport security would not be able to see me if he comes back like he promised he would. And when he makes a promise, he will do anything in his power to keep it.
Clove's Flashback:
I wake up slowly, squinting at the sun shining through the bloody window. I get up steadily, looking down at my body. That must have been the worst beating I've ever gotten. My legs have cuts all over them, along with bruises, splinters, and blood, lots of blood. My whole body is the same way, bloody and bruised. I crane my neck to look at the clock, 10:00 a.m., that means he is at work now. I get up slowly, using the table for help, then I limp towards the shower. When I get in, I turn the shower to the hottest it could go. I lean my head against the tile wall and I let tears run down my face. Last night he could've killed me. I cry longer until no more tears come. I get out of the shower and wrap a towel around myself. Today was the day. I quickly change out of my clothes and grab a backpack out of the closet. I fill it with 2 more sets of clothes, another pair of shoes, and a jacket. Then I remove the blanket from our bedroom and use my long nails to remove the broken floor board. In there I kept $1000 that I saved and never told him about, along with my passport and a plane ticket to Italy that I bought in secrecy. I then run out of the building and hail at taxi to take me to the airport. On my way there, my now ex-boyfriend texted me.
"When I find you, and I promise I will, I will kill you." I sighed, of course the landlord would have told him that I left and hailed a taxi. But now he will never find me, and I'll make sure of it.
End of flashback
I stand next to the big glass window, looking out at all the planes landing and taking off. I watch birds flying in the distance. How I wish I could be those birds. Just fly away if things get too rough. I unzip the bag to make sure the ticket and my passport are still there. If I don't have them, I will never get a chance to rebuild my life. If I lost them, I would never be able to get a job, go out with friends (let alone have friends), and I would never have my freedom that belongs to me. I would be stuck with him, Gloss Harvey, my ex-boyfriend, for the rest of my life.
Slowly, the terminal starts to fill up, but I don't dare look around. If I do, he might be there. Lounging in a chair, waiting for me to turn around so he can take me back to his apartment, where the torture would continue. Finally, the airport workers announce that the boarding of the plane will start. I quickly walk to the front of the line to get into the plane, but not before I catch a blonde haired boy staring at me from the corner of my eye. At first, I'm scared that it was Gloss, but I realized that this boy doesn't carry the cruel expression that Gloss does. I turn towards the airport workers and hand them my ticket, ignoring the boy's looks. The woman who I hand my ticket to is middle aged with messy brown hair.
"Thank you," I say quickly, looking down, hiding the bruise that was given to me last night.
"You're welcome Ms, your seat is in the back," then she touches my shoulder gently. I jerk away, tensing up from the contact. The woman looked at me curiously, but just pointed towards the plane, directing me where to go. I nod my head quickly and walk on, thankful she didn't notice the bruise.
I walk towards the plane slowly, finally realizing that I will never see Gloss again. He doesn't know where I've gone. He could search the world twice, and still not find me because Italy is a very big and populated country. I step into the plane and am greeted by the familiar smell of the plane. I walk towards the back of my plane until I find 18E, my seat, which is right next to the blonde boy. I sit down and pull the heavy sweater around my hands. I look towards the aisle, watching people walk past us.
"Hi," the boy says with a smile.
"Hi," I say, turning towards him to get a better look at him. He looked about 18, with blonde hair, electric blue eyes and a strong jaw line.
"I'm Cato, Cato Harley," he introduces.
"Clove, Clove Sevina," I introduce. All of a sudden he quickly moves his right hand from his knee towards me. I flinch away, preparing myself for the pain. But the pain never comes.
"Are you okay?" Cato asks curiously, lowering his hand. I gulp.
"I'm fine," I say too quickly, then shake his lowered hand. He smiles at me, but I make no effort to return the smile. He then turns away, silence overtaking us. I look out towards the aisle.
"Passangers, we are about to take off. Please turn off all electronics and fasten your seat belts. Watch the video shown, courtesy of the airport," the pilot announced. I buckle my seatbelt and look in front of me at the tv. I barley focus on the video, thinking instead about what I'll do when I arrive in Italy.
Finally the plane takes off.
"So, where are you from?" Cato asks, breaking the silence.
"New York," I say.
"I'm from Connecticut," he says. I think about what he said and turn to him, now interested.
"Why didn't you just take a plane to Italy from there?" I ask quickly.
"It's a secret," he says, looking out the window. I nod even though he can't see me, and I look back towards the aisle.
"And why are you wearing long sleeves and leggings? It's July," he asks, turning back towards me.
"It's hot," I say quickly, then I look away.
The plane ride continues for about 6 hours until the pilot's voice wakes me up.
"This is your pilot speaking, we are running out of gas and will return to California. I'm sorry for the inconvenience," a groan is emitted throughout the plane. I frown, if I'm in California, who knows how long it'll take until we can be up in the air. An hour? A day? Gloss has too many friends that live in all different places, so they may see me.
"Never been to California," Cato says. I look at him, he's smiling, but I look away. I can't talk, I need to think about a plan.
All of a sudden turbulence hits. I grab the two hand rests, squeezing my eyes shut. When it's over, I open my eyes and look over at Cato. He's laughing.
"What?" I ask him.
"Why are you so scared? It's only turbulence," he says with a smile. Then suddenly there's more turbulence. I grip both seats.
"It's okay Clove," Cato says soothingly. But the turbulence continues.
"This is your pilot speaking, we have to do an emergency landing. Listen to the flight attendants as they guide you to the nearest exits. Don't bring..." the line goes silent. I look around at everyone, they're all starting to panic. The flight attendants are rushing around. Cato leans over the seat and I shrink away, thinking that he might hurt me, but then I realize he grabbed a flight attendant.
"What just happened?" he yells to the flight attendant.
"Sir, the two airplane wings just caught fire. The pilot is trying to land the plane. Please open up the emergency exit," she demands. Cato runs over and opens up the airplane emergency exit.
"Here," he says, handing me a life vest. I quickly put it on and pull the string to inflate it. Cato does the same.
"Take my hand, we'll have to jump," Cato screams over the roaring of the wind. I freeze, he may hurt me.
"You have to trust me!" he yells. I realize that if I don't I'll die, whats there to loose? I take his hand loosely. We wait until the ocean comes up closer, but some people shove and jump out. But they don't make it, they fall into the ocean and after a few seconds, their lifeless body floats to the top. I watch as the blue ocean gets closer and closer to us until we're just about to hit it.
"Jump!" Cato yells. And I jump.