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talking. “I’m not hurting you; I’d never hurt you. I’m doing this because you need to listen to me. You need to understand. You need to hear me out. What happened last night shouldn’t have, I know that, but I won’t deny how fucking good it felt to be with you again.”
Mom.
My plane.
I squirm but Marcus wraps his arm around me, holding me close. How did he know I was here? How did he find me? He needs to let me go. He needs to let me get on my plane. I thrash. I try to bite his hand. I try to scream words at him. He takes no notice of anything.
“Jesus, Katia, just listen.”
I close my eyes and thrash my head. I was already late when I got here; the longer he holds me, the more chance I have of missing my plane. That can’t happen.
“Katia,” he growls. “Just listen.”
I kick out and he presses his body to mine. “Did you think you could just leave? You can’t go without resolving this; I won’t lose you again. Please, baby, listen to me.”
My body jerks at his words. They hurt. They find somewhere deep in my soul I’ve kept hidden, and jerk at it.
“I can’t fix what I’ve done,” he says softly. “I can only try and make it better. You want me to give it all up to prove to you that you mean everything? I’ll fucking do it.”
I shake my head from side to side. Minutes have passed. I was late. I’m going to miss my plane. I take a breath and then kick out, hard. Marcus finally lets me go, and I scramble towards the door.
“Do my words mean nothing?” he barks.
I turn angry eyes to him. “My mother had a stroke last night.”
His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. I shove the car door open, gather my luggage and run towards the doors. Marcus is behind me, keeping my pace. I run through security. I skid to my gate, only to find one woman there. My heart pounds.
“I need to get on this flight,” I cry.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. The doors have just closed.”
“Then open them!” I scream. “Please.”
“I’m sorry, I’m unable to do that. If you go and talk to reception, they might be able to reschedule for no fee.”
“My mother is dying,” I screech. “I need to be there now.”
“Katia,” Marcus says, putting his hands on my shoulder. “We’ll find you another flight. Come on.”
“She’s dying,” I wail. “She’s dying and because you held me up, I might not make it.”
He flinches, but keeps his voice calm. “You’ll make it. Come on.”
He turns me, and leads me back out to the row of clerks at desks. He begins talking to them, getting angry and waving his hands. I find a seat and drop down, putting my head in my hands. I’ll get there. I’ll get there . I’ll get there.
“Katia.”
I look up to see Marcus kneeling in front of me. I turn away from the brown eyes that once meant so much to me.
“There’s a flight in just over an hour.”
I nod briskly.
“You’ll get there.”
I close my eyes and remain that way. The minutes tick by and when my flight is finally called, I stand without acknowledging Marcus and go through the gates. He calls my name, but I don’t turn back. I only have one thing on my mind.
Getting home to my mother.
~*~*~*~
“N o,” I scream, falling to my knees.
“I’m so sorry, Katia,” Dad croaks. “She held on.”
“When?” I rasp. “When?”
“Fifteen minutes ago.”
Fifteen minutes . Fifteen minutes . I missed her by fifteen minutes. I missed the person who has been with me my entire life dying by fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes that could have been saved if Marcus hadn’t caused me to miss my flight. He didn’t let me on that plane; if I had have gotten on that plane, I’d have seen her. I’d have been able to tell her I loved her.
Marcus took something else from me.
“This can’t be real,” I croak, dropping my head.
My father’s arms go around me. “I’m so sorry.”
“I left her, if I didn’t go . . .”
“Don’t. You couldn’t have changed this.”
“I didn’t get to
Mom.
My plane.
I squirm but Marcus wraps his arm around me, holding me close. How did he know I was here? How did he find me? He needs to let me go. He needs to let me get on my plane. I thrash. I try to bite his hand. I try to scream words at him. He takes no notice of anything.
“Jesus, Katia, just listen.”
I close my eyes and thrash my head. I was already late when I got here; the longer he holds me, the more chance I have of missing my plane. That can’t happen.
“Katia,” he growls. “Just listen.”
I kick out and he presses his body to mine. “Did you think you could just leave? You can’t go without resolving this; I won’t lose you again. Please, baby, listen to me.”
My body jerks at his words. They hurt. They find somewhere deep in my soul I’ve kept hidden, and jerk at it.
“I can’t fix what I’ve done,” he says softly. “I can only try and make it better. You want me to give it all up to prove to you that you mean everything? I’ll fucking do it.”
I shake my head from side to side. Minutes have passed. I was late. I’m going to miss my plane. I take a breath and then kick out, hard. Marcus finally lets me go, and I scramble towards the door.
“Do my words mean nothing?” he barks.
I turn angry eyes to him. “My mother had a stroke last night.”
His eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. I shove the car door open, gather my luggage and run towards the doors. Marcus is behind me, keeping my pace. I run through security. I skid to my gate, only to find one woman there. My heart pounds.
“I need to get on this flight,” I cry.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. The doors have just closed.”
“Then open them!” I scream. “Please.”
“I’m sorry, I’m unable to do that. If you go and talk to reception, they might be able to reschedule for no fee.”
“My mother is dying,” I screech. “I need to be there now.”
“Katia,” Marcus says, putting his hands on my shoulder. “We’ll find you another flight. Come on.”
“She’s dying,” I wail. “She’s dying and because you held me up, I might not make it.”
He flinches, but keeps his voice calm. “You’ll make it. Come on.”
He turns me, and leads me back out to the row of clerks at desks. He begins talking to them, getting angry and waving his hands. I find a seat and drop down, putting my head in my hands. I’ll get there. I’ll get there . I’ll get there.
“Katia.”
I look up to see Marcus kneeling in front of me. I turn away from the brown eyes that once meant so much to me.
“There’s a flight in just over an hour.”
I nod briskly.
“You’ll get there.”
I close my eyes and remain that way. The minutes tick by and when my flight is finally called, I stand without acknowledging Marcus and go through the gates. He calls my name, but I don’t turn back. I only have one thing on my mind.
Getting home to my mother.
~*~*~*~
“N o,” I scream, falling to my knees.
“I’m so sorry, Katia,” Dad croaks. “She held on.”
“When?” I rasp. “When?”
“Fifteen minutes ago.”
Fifteen minutes . Fifteen minutes . I missed her by fifteen minutes. I missed the person who has been with me my entire life dying by fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes that could have been saved if Marcus hadn’t caused me to miss my flight. He didn’t let me on that plane; if I had have gotten on that plane, I’d have seen her. I’d have been able to tell her I loved her.
Marcus took something else from me.
“This can’t be real,” I croak, dropping my head.
My father’s arms go around me. “I’m so sorry.”
“I left her, if I didn’t go . . .”
“Don’t. You couldn’t have changed this.”
“I didn’t get to
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