I couldn’t hold out any longer; I didn’t want to lose anyone else. I unfastened my seatbelt and ran up to the door to the plane. I was so scared that I can’t even describe. I longed to see Jake. I needed to. But my feet automatically stopped as soon as I arrived at the door. I swiftly turned back around to face Will, then walked briskly back to him. His face seemed filled with regret, but I had no sympathy for him now. I could tell I looked as stubborn and infuriated as ever.
“How did Christie die?” I shouted, attracting a little more attention from other passengers; not like we hadn’t already allured enough attentiveness. I was thinking that before, but I decided not to speak out. I had to know before I left Will; I didn’t want to see his face at all in the future.
Will still sat in his seat. He didn’t even chase after me. After a while, he glanced up at my eyes, and then stared at his hands resting on his lap. He looked unsteady and not sure as to what to say. Just like before.
“She was murdered.” He said, choking up. I stood for a few minutes, contemplating these words. I realized we were starting to move. My lips started to form a question asking who the murderer was, but I had no time. It was my turn to save Jake. He’s been there for me, and I wasn’t about to lose him when he’s in reach. I felt my feet moving, fast, feeling like an Olympic runner. I got to the front of the plane, and found the entrance still open. Though, there were no flight attendants in sight. I looked behind me, seeing a flight attendant dressed in a navy suit come running through and off the plane. We hadn’t moved at all. I could still get to Jake.
I bolted out the door and down the deep tunnel. I started to breathe heavier and quicker, and my feet were starting to ache, even though I hadn’t been running much at all.
“Let me go! I didn’t do anything wrong! I just want to see her again … Vanessa …”
I knew that was Jake’s voice. Plus, I could sniff Jake’s scent; it was very soothing, and smelled kind of like a certain mix of strawberries and bananas. I constantly kept rubbing my eyes while I continued to run through this never-ending burrow, tears leaking out. I couldn’t let him go now. I don’t really know him so much yet, but I can’t believe how much I love him already. It’s so hard not to see him.
It seemed like miles until I got out of that tunnel, and arrived back inside the familiar airport. I remained where I was standing, wishing this nightmare would fade and I could go back to reality where Jake and I wouldn’t have to worry about Will, and Christie would be alive. I would just go back to my daily life; go back to living with Jake.
What I saw in my head was frightening. I didn’t know what to do, or how to save him. I simply stared at the situation, and Jake stared back at me. He looked so horrified himself, and I could tell he wanted me to rescue him. But … how? Suddenly, I heard more footsteps running through the tunnel, and I turned, only to see Will in the opening of the passageway. I was about to scream at him, to just go away and escape from our lives, but I stopped as soon as I saw a menacing smile stretch across his face. He was obviously staring at Jake, as if he had planned this entire situation, and the Will on the plane from before was an impostor. What is going on? Is Will behind this?! My trait of thought was broken by blaring sirens penetrating the air in the aerodrome, catching my attention. No … no … not the police …
There were a few still and suspenseful moments before the police officers came running in, as Jake was struggling to get out of the flight attendant’s grasp. He appeared so desperate, but also like he was going to burst out in tears. I’d never seen him like this before … it tore my heart apart.
“Vanessa! Thank God you’re here …” Jake sighed, happiness spilling over him. My heart sped, tingles circulating vertically across my arms and legs. The police were surrounding him now, but there was a space just slim enough to see his eyes scanning frantically around him. I could hear mumbles between the officers, discussing what the solution would be. What’s going to become of Jake? I could hear a few questions, and I could hear Jake’s perplexed replies.
“Why did you commit this crime?” A thick officer asked, his belt barely wrapping around his waist.
“What crime?” Jake inquired back, confusion and worry evident in his tone.
“You were about to bring a knife onto the plane, correct?” So this is what it’s about! Did Will frame Jake?!
“What?!” Jake yelled, alarming some.
“Young man, we know you did it. This kind little lady said so.” The pudgy officer said, his finger directed right at me. My eyes widened in disbelief. I hadn’t said anything to anybody. How could I be accused of this? My eyes now focused grimly on Will, who was smirking at Jake and I. I bit my lip in fury, resisting the urge to punch him in the gut. He really has changed. That sick, dysfunctional …
“Oh, wait,” The officer reconsidered. “I meant this lady. My mistake …” He apologized, my heart easing a bit. This time, he cast his finger in the direction of the flight attendant that had rushed past me when I had been chasing Jake. The flight attendant with straightened, orange-colored hair nodded timidly. I have to do something. Jake is totally innocent and I have to prove it. I’m tired of Will getting away with this. Without thinking everything through, I ran back at Will, thrusting my hand down into his coat pocket, allowing the knife to poorly sever my finger. I winced slightly, but I hid it pretty well. I swiftly slid the blade out of his pocket to reveal what truly happened. Will’s face was coated in shock, and Jake was beaming with relief. I cracked a quick smile back at him, and then focused on the officers with a serious and reserved face. I could hear a faint curse from Will behind me, and that made me laugh a little with pride. I had saved Jake, and myself, too.
“Jake is innocent!” I shouted triumphantly, but the officers all stood dumbfounded. They still stood next to Jake, guarding him. I could sense Will’s anger behind me, and as I held the knife up as high as my shoulders beside me, I felt a sharp pain pierce my wrist. I let out a groan, and closed my eyes tight for a minute. Once I opened them, I saw a hand clenched onto my wrist; the veins were popping out. The hand squeezed tighter and tighter, until I couldn’t feel my hand anymore. It had turned purple and felt numb. I screamed at the torturous pain, allowing the knife to drop and blood splash through my veins. But the pain never seized, and blood didn’t return. I heard the knife clash onto the tiles and create a faint echo in the silence. I gazed helplessly at Will, giving him a look signaling for mercy. His hand finally released my wrist, and I inhaled slowly, falling down to my knees, letting the alleviation to soak in. I slowly rose, turning my head to face Will. I scowled at him, and tried to look as confident as I could. I glanced at the knife held tight in his grasp, seemingly a warning not to do anything risky. I continued to glance around the room, contemplating the situation. Can I escape? Could … could Jake really save me from this nightmare? … Am I going to die?
Abruptly, I felt a cold, sleek blade push carefully against my neck. I stared straight ahead as I felt Will’s breath on my neck, giving it a grimy feel. I exhaled as he pushed slighter every second, but finally he stopped increasing the pressure. The agony rushed to my neck, causing me to exhale deeply, now experiencing a limited amount of air. My eyes remained alert, aware; I had no idea what was about to happen, but I had to stay as calm as possible. The appearance of Jake was astounding; he seemed terrified out of his mind, and as the flight attendants dropped him as to signal that he was innocent, he kept the same face. I permitted tears to fill my eyes and spill down my cheeks, and I approved horror to consume me … I couldn’t resist it. After seeing Jake so scared, it was like his feelings transferred right into me.
A few police officers showed their guns and prepared them to shoot Will, and they all stood cautious. I didn’t dare move or run away. I couldn’t even try, or he’d slit my throat, and I’d end up dead. The tears plopped gradually on the shimmering blade, escaping the ridges of my head. This was definitely a life or death situation. It was almost too intense to bear, to see Jake so frightened, and to feel my neck being slowly sliced by my own brother, to feel so unsure and unaware of my surroundings all in this moment. The police kept their guns held high, but their wrists seemed to shake a tiny bit. One of the girls shouted as menacingly as she could to Will.
“We’ll shoot you! You let that girl go, or you’ll die!!” That only made Will throw his head back in laughter.
“I can kill her faster than that bullet can penetrate my heart.” Will shouted, a grin stretched across his face.
NEXT CHAPER WILL BE POSTED = November 29, 2008
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