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False Bond ***ON HOLD***

Plane ride (Chapter 4)

(Kim’s P.O.V)

I look at the photo of Mark and me, at that moment I knew straight away I was no longer that person anymore, I was no longer alive and yes I am still breathing….my hearts is still beating but my soul is somewhere else.

I am now a lost soul….

“Miss….you can use this if you want,” a deep British voice snapped me out of my lost thoughts and I hadn’t realized that I was crying. This deep voice sounded familiar…way too familiar. I snapped my head to look at the person offering me a handkerchief?

It was that boy…the young boy who was lost before….

I was very surprised to find him on the same plane as I was….let alone sit right next to me. I guess I don’t really mind, he seems like a nice kid anyway, but I just hope he isn’t like those annoying teenagers though because I have to be on this flight for eleven hours and thirty minute.

“I promise this handkerchief is clean,” he speaks again, emphasizing the word ‘clean’ but a genuine smile is plastered on his face popping out the two adorable dimples on his cheeks.
I decided to take on his offer since I don’t have any tissue with me and my nose is running, which is very embarrassing.

The boy didn’t say another word as the plane took off and soon after sleep took over me. Since I haven’t slept very well over a week, my body just practically shuts down not able to function properly unless proper rest was granted, so sleeping throughout my plane trip sounds excellent and also to avoid awkward conversation.

**Three Hours Later**

I was woken up by the air attendants walking past people asking what they wanted for breakfast, “do you want fried noddles with pork or milk and cereal mam?” a young woman about my age ask politely across from the aisle.

I told her I would have the pork and noddles because that’s a typical Asian breakfast anyways. I don’t mind overseas food either though and I am willing to try any new and especially when it comes to food.

Foods are literally life….I do eat a lot…

After breakfast I took the time to search up the nearest hotel from the hospital, since I am not familiar with the place here, I tried to find a place where everything would be at walking distance and I don’t want to be driving on the wrong side of the road.

The young British boy lean in close me which made me move away quickly and he literally chuckled at my reaction. “Trying to find a hotel in those areas is like you trying to identify what colour is yellow when you are colour blind,” he said, amusement still exist in his voice and he was right, I have been looking for a hotel to rent for at least two hours now and I have no luck at all.

“You know what? I want to make a deal with you,” he speaks again since I didn’t replied back from his previous statement, “long story short alright…you can pretend to be my girlfriend and you can live with me…in my hotel for FREE,” he said happily, as if he came up with the most genius idea of all time and from those sentence that leave this boy’s mouth, I looked at him like he was a lunatic.

I don’t know who this boy is, I know nothing about him and for all I know, he could be a psychopath or a serial killer.

Does he want me to be his next victim? Stop overreacting Kim….he seem like a harmless young boy…

“Look I am not a psychopath or a serial killer alright,” he replied as if he could he read my thoughts. “I guess I do have to give you the long story after all…o.k. well… my mum is going to force me into marrying someone I don’t know and obviously I don’t want that…she has given me one month to find someone to settle down with…not like engage and stuff like that…but she told me to find at least a decent girlfriend and if I do…the arrange marriage thing would be off…plus I live in the area you were searching up before…I have bought the flat…so you could live there…don’t worry I have two guest rooms and all you have to do is act like we are a couple when my mum skype me…that’s all…you can live for free…you don’t even have to pay any of the bills…not even for food…I will pay everything…so what do you say? I think it’s a win-win situation…” he explained. He looked at me straight in the eyes with every word that was leaving his mouth and actually look very genuine.

His ideas does sound pretty decent and legit, if I knew this kid I would definite take that deal worthy offer…but in the bottom line…I don’t know this boy and I can’t trust his words…

I decided to not reply to this boy once again and before I knew it the plane was about to land, wow this plane trip actually wasn’t as long as I dread it to be. But the fear of not able to know where I was going once I take a step my foot out of this plane washes over me.

Where do I actually go once I leave the airport? I haven’t find any hotel to stay in at all…Oh great I will be a homeless person in a city I wasn’t familiar with, a country that speaks a language that I barely know and a place where not only my soul is lost…but I am also lost in this reality world..

The boy didn’t try to speak to me again since I didn’t reply to his offer and at this point I don’t even know if I was happy or sad that he didn’t try asking again. I know going along with his idea is very risky since I don’t know who he was, but come to think of it, it would be better than walking alone in an unfamiliar city with no knowledge of where I am going or going to.

I am now standing at the taxi area which I assume still deciding whether to find this British boy and take up his offer or get lost in this huge city. “Schöne Mädchen (A/n: Mean beautiful girl in German),” I heard one of the taxi drivers called out to me which wake me up back to reality, I could understand a little bit of German but not much, on the basic, “Lass mich dir helfen (A/n: Means let me help you),” says again as he walks towards me about to grab my luggage from my grip.

“keine Notwendigkeit (A/n: Means no need) … Sie ist mit mir(A/n: means she is with me)” a deep British voice yelled quite sternly from behind me, it was that boy and at that moment my decision was made.

I am actually going to take his offer…I literally have no choice…please God hear my prayers and shine the lights on me…let this boy be nice, sweet, caring and innocent as I thought he was…..

Notes

What will happen now? Please give me a chance :)

Lots of love P.S xxx

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