Chapter 94: Escaping Him
Author's POV
My eyes stared at the passport in my hand as tension hits me up. My lips trembles, my eyes wandering if perhaps I made the wrong choice.
Everything seems as though it was staged and for a moment, I felt I should run back, get to know him more and then give a chance to actually tell him that he could be loved.
However, I wouldn't want to be unfortunate. My parents always wanted me to end up with a guy who would adore me and not force me into things that I don't like.
My mind was void of thoughts as I peeped through the window and all I could see was a cloudy world.
If I really wanted to leave, why do I feel so heavy, like a part of me was gone? I felt I was missing him already and I wasn't comfortable where I sat.
I shifted my gaze to the person who sat beside me. It was an old woman who was suddenly staring at me.
She brought out a lollipop and shoved it to me. I refused but she forced me to have it because it might be a relief.
"Are you troubled child?" She questioned, her weary eyes reading me.
"I don't think so" I replied faking a smile and taking the lollipop from her just to avoid some questioning which I doubt I'd be responsible for.
"Is it a guy?" She pressed on rolling a bit to face me properly and I stared at the sweet.
"Sweetheart, it's okay if you don't want to share your problems with a stranger, I'd say, follow your heart, whatever you think is right" she added with a bright smile and I smiled back while appreciating her for the lollipop.
She shifted her attention from me and I exhaled. My heart says I should stay but my head keeps flooding images of the consequences.
It's so confusing.
"What if he isn't who you think is meant for you?" I muttered, not expecting her to listen.
"Does he love you?" She suddenly replied and I widened my eyes, quickly dazed by her.
"I don't think so" i responded and she scoffed.
"What does your heart say child? You don't just judge a book by its cover, he might be different from what you think when you give it time, you both would heal" she whispers, her face brighten and I exhaled.
I folded my lips, contemplating over what she said;
"If he loves you, he'd find you matter where you are" she pressed on and shut her eyes while resting her head on the headrest.
I guess she'd want a nap. A wry smile escaped my lips.
My eyes were heavy as I felt teary. There was no way he'd contact me because I've blocked him.
Was this a good idea? Why does his image keep bugging my head. I was shameless, thinking about the man who would bring nothing but pain.
His brother suggested this and I agreed to it. His words;
"Leave Caleb and I'd offer more than you'd ever know"
It was left for me to decide and I chose money over staying with Caleb. I can't avoid to lose my mind over such a man I believe would be abusive.
I rested my head on the headrest, feeling nausea and tired. He wouldn't look for me, I was sure of that.
He'd find someone else because that's who he is, never having compassion for someone.
Here I was in a plane, having so much worries in my heart just for a man who I doubt even cares as all he is ever after is what would be beneficial to him.
I felt my head was throbbing from a lot of thoughts and so I shut my eyes only to have nightmares of returning back to Caleb's mansion.
Opening my eyes, I realized the plane had arrived on the runway and making it's way to the hanger where passengers would drop.
I climbed down the stairway with my luggage, heading outside the airport with a lot of expectations in my heart.
I was far away now and he wouldn't think for a second where I am. I'd certainly start a new life in this country, live the best of it and love myself.
I must say, I'd miss slot of people, mostly my friend. I haven't gotten a chance to tell her about the whole scene that has happened to me.
That's because of the rush and trying not to get caught by Caleb. I just hope I'd forget about him here.
His name keeps ringing in my head and it felt as though my whole body was against the idea of me leaving.
I let out a sided smile, inhaled softly and paced outside the airport, to get a cab to my destination.
One stopped over and it seems it already had a passenger in it but I didn't mind and just jumped in.
Once, I sat properly in the cab and gave my location to the driver while returning my gaze to the passenger.
He had a large magazine covering his face and he looked polished. Must be a rich foreigner.
I greeted but there was no response and I guess this passenger was occupied with whatever the magazine read.
The pictures on the cover page reminded me of the wedding I was meant to have with Caleb.
It saddens me, that's because it's possibly every girl's dream to get married some day and mine came in a queer way.
I let out a smile, shaking my head as the way Caleb approached the wedding was quite funny.
He responded on my behalf and got everything ready. He must be a psychopath.
It made me wonder how many people he actually informed within a short notice about the wedding.
Properly, only his family people and that was bizzare. I'd certainly want a loud wedding.
The thought of him made me sober, he must be disappointed and devastated but trust me, he must have arranged for a girl to wear the wedding dress on my behalf.
He hates to be out to shame. I dart my gaze towards the tainted glass, staring at the glassy skyscrapers which stood tall on glory, the bridge and beautiful skylines.
However, I was distracted when I heard;
"Nice play, amaris"
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