How the hell do I get out of this?
Come on. Fly faster.The air-hostess, who hadnt looked happy when the pilot asked her to pull a double shift, came forward. The co-pilot had also grumbled, but nothing a few bribes and promises couldnt fix. Both the flight attendant and the crew had assumed theyd finished for the day. But theyd agreed. Everyone agreed for money. Even if tiredness and common-sense told them otherwise.
We were all running on fumes, lethargy and stress slowly polluting the interior of the plane. Mile after mile we travelled and I drank coffee after coffee, refuelling on pre-packaged sandwiches and fruits stocked in the planes galley.My stomach was no longer empty and with edible vitamins came healing. My body knitted together enough to get me through the day. My vision stabilised and my headache receded. My fever remained, however, staining my hope with an unwanted film.Another drink, Mr. Hawk? The air-hostess with her plaited dark hair was pretty enough but held nothing compared to Nila.
Id never been so attracted to someone both physically and emotionally. The shared text messages had made me proud of her, pissed at her, lusting for her. Shed become a friend…then lover. But mostly, shed become everything I ever needed.Clenching my hand, I rubbed at the sudden ache in my heart.
I fucking miss you, Needle.
I shook my head. A phone. Do you have an in-flight phone I can use?Fuck! I pounded the dash with my fist. My heart stopped beating.
Nila huddled in her seat, panic glistening in her eyes. What do we do?I wanted to tell her this wasnt the end. That we still had a chance. But I didnt have the breath.
I tore my gaze to the entrance gates.A guard appeared, bleary eyed and not doing his duty. He jogged to his post, raising his weapon, searching for the threat.