Masquerade

It was painful stepping through the front doors of my own home. Pain and grief hit me like a cannonball. I let a few tears fall from my eyes as I packed my stuff in my black and blue suitcase. Once I finished up, I ran back to the taxi, since the driver kindly offered to wait.

"Thank you so much for waiting!" I said to the driver, who nodded in reply as he put my suitcase in the back.

Once everyone was back in the taxi, we began the drive to the airport.

I was staring out the window, taking in the city lights (I had been passed out for nearly 15 hours) when Margaret said, "Ooh, I forgot to give you something!"

I turned my head to see that she was pulling something out of her purse. She pulled out a small something that had a ribbon and note attached. She handed it to me.

"It's a welcome gift," Margaret smiled.

I smiled a small smile before looking back at the gift. I peeled the green ribbon off so I could read the note. To the lovely Denise. I smiled as I unwrapped the lovely note to reveal the gift. A tube of cherry chapstick.

"Thanks for the chapstick." I said, relaxed. "What made you think of it?"

"It'll be a good help for your job," Margaret replied.

I froze, a few different ideas entering my mind. "What job?"

"I'll explain on the plane." Margaret answered. "Just get ready to g wrt out of the car."

I nodded. The taxi slowly approached the airport. Once it got to our terminal, it pulled up, me and Margaret hopped out. I grabbed my suitcase from the back and we entered the airport.

"Where's your suitcase?" I asked Margaret.

"My partner has it," She replied.

It was a surprisingly quick trip through security. And about a half hour later, we were making out way towards the gate.

"Paul!" Margaret called as we approached the gate. A man turned around. To me, he kind of looked like a security guard.

As we approached the man, he asked, "Is this Denise?"

Margaret nodded, and I stood slightly confused.

"How did you people find me anyway?" I asked, confused.

"I'm your mother's great aunt." Margaret replied. "I was coming to rescue you and your mother when I got the call that she was dead."

Margaret had cut the stoey short due to the fact that it was time to board the plane, but everything suddenly became more clear to me. My father probably killed.my mom to keep her from leaving, or so it seemed.

Once on the plane, Paul took the liberty to put our carry ones in the overhead compartments while me and Margaret got situated. Once Paul sat down, it was only a few moments until the flights attendants explained all of the emergency info crud.

"So, tell me, why do I need chapstick?" I whispers to margaret, Norma paying attention to the flight attendants.

"Your going to be locking lips with a few band members."

Notes

Yay! Chapter four! Thank you so much to those who have read so far! Much love!