A man boarded the plane just as we were fastening our seat belts. His bushy blond hair was swaying left to right as he took his seat in the middle of my row. I stared at him. He was upset or mad, or something. I couldn't place it, but he wasn't happy. He looked to be between twenty, or twenty-five.
He turned his head to look at me, but I didn't look away. I couldn't. And now that his blistering blue eyes boar into mine all I could do was gauk at his beauty. It was flawless. He smiled at me, which sent a shiver down my spine.
A stuerdist walked by and broke my concentration. I wasn't the only female looking at him either. An older lady had the same expression on her face that I'm sure came across mine.
I leaned my head back on the head rest feeling his eyes still on me. I closed my own and drifted off to sleep.
I woke when someone came over the intercom and said that we would be landing soon. It was still pitch black out. Now that I was out of the city I could see the stars in the sky perfectly.
I missed that.
I missed a lot of things.
The smell of freshly cut grass. The little park I would go to after school. The walks in my back yard to the pond a few feet out from my house. My mom's freshly baked cookies. Her homade cooking. Waking up to the sound of birds chirping, instead people honking they're horns and yelling at each other. And the mircowave dinner's that'd I had been accustomed to making.
I whipped my eyes from the sleepies and stretched just as the plane touched the ground. I ran a hand through my hair and unbuckled the seat belt. I looked over to see that man but he was gone already.
He must have been in a hurry. I thought to myself.
"Strange young man don't you think?" the older lady said to me as we got off the plane.
"I don't think so." I said thoughtfully.
She shook her head and mumbled something about crazy teenagers under her breath.
I took a deep breath after getting off the plane and smelt salt in the air.
It's going to rain soon.
I walked out of the airport and seen a few cabs scattered here and there. It didn't surprise me, being a small town and all.
"Cab ma'am?" one of the drivers asked.
"Yes, thank you." he grabbed my suitcase and put it in the trunk.
The man was dirty looking. He had a beard that was just growing all over the place. It looked as though it hadn't been tended to in years. His dark hair was a contrast to the white drandruff he had. His clothes were old and torn in places. The jeans he wore were faded and had holes aswell.
I told him the address still taking in his apperence.
"Oh," he said gruffly. "You know the Paterson's?" he asked through the rear view mirror.
I nodded.
"Sad. About Tom I mean. He was a good man." I smiled briefly, but did not interject that I was his older daughter.
"His poor daughters. Not that they're poor. His oldest is a doctor living somewhere in New York City. He use to talk about her all the time. Saying how proud he was and such." I couldn't help, but to smile bigly on that one.
I knew he was proud of me, but I didn't know he talked about me to other people.
Soon the streets started looking familar to me. And I couldn't help, but to smile at that too. I was home. I hadn't been home sense I graduated from college. It felt good to be home again. And as soon as my old house came into view I promised myself that I would never stray so long away from home again.
I gave the man fifty dollars. The bill was only twenty, but I told him to keep the change.
I walked down the narrow path to the house. The paint on it looked as fresh as it did the day we moved into it. I was six years old and my sister was still my mother's womb.
I went for the key under the mat, but my mom opened the door with open arms. I gladly stepped into them. Feeling her warm embrace was so inviting. Smelling her perfume was all too familar. I didn't want to let go, but reluctantly did as my sister came into view.
I hugged her as I stepped into the house. Everything looked the same as it did before I left. Except the house now held this void that I knew they felt too. I wanted to make this a happy homecoming, but with the circumstances I highly doubted that was going to happen.
I then a heard raping sound on the roof and looked out the window, it had started to rain just as I thought.
My sister took my bag upstairs to my old room and my mom directed me to the kitchen where she had made tea. I sat down in the wooden chair at the kitchen table as she pourd me a cup. She put a few sugar cubes in it and took a seat in front me. Jane joined us soon after sitting at my left side.
We talked for a few hours, but I soon felt jetlag and headed off to bed. When I walked in my room, all the memories I guess, but I soon felt gloomy. I started crying at the sudden realization that I'd never seen my dad again. I cried like a little girl. I didn't care too much about that. I had to suck it. For my mom's sake and Jane. I was here for them afterall. And I was determined to stay strong for them no matter what.
I laid down on my old twin bed closing my eyes as I did.
I seen those eyes again. Those beautiful blue eyes. But there was something different about them this time. They quickly changed to black and I felt as if I was under a trance of some kind. The more I looked at his eyes, the more it seemed as if something was trying to show through them.
I had been stepping closer to him with even knowing it. I came about two inches away from his face. That same smile playing on his lips, but this time in a taunting way. In a way that told me to turn away, to run away. To scream, or do something. Anything than what I was doing, what I was intending on doing.
His eyes darted off to the side and I followed them. There was my mother standing there. Talking to someone. But noone was there, from what I could tell.
I looked back at his eyes and they were blue again. He put his hands on my neck and came closer to me. I felt his cold lips graze my own. When he pressed harder on them I felt a shock go down my spine, same as before. This time it had more power in it. Soon I felt my whole body go limp. And I kissed him back. His finger traced my jawline and then down my neck followed by his kisses. I was only being held by his arms at this point.
His teeth grazed my neck and I mumbled. "Eye's of a fallen angel."
He jerked his head up at me and his eyes went back to that black pool of images that I couldn't see and I woke up to Jane saying my name and slightly pushing my arm.
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