J A I
And all of the sudden everything was going in slow motion.
I looked to my side and everyone had the same facial expression. Shocked.
I looked back to the television.
"Please tell me this is some fucking joke" Luke gets up quickly.
I continued looking at the television.
My heart felt guilty.
When the screen turned black I quickly got up and ran upstairs.
I didn't care what had to say right now. All I needed to do was get on that plane and go back to Los Angeles.
I grabbed my documents and called a taxi to pick me up.
I packed some of my clothes in a duffle bag.
"Are you really going?" Liz asks walking through the door.
I look at her. "Yeah"
"Don't you think it's a little too late?" She asks concern.
I look at my phone.
"It's okay Jai, let it all out. That's why I'm here" she walks closer to me.
"She texted me earlier today. She sent me so many long messages and I never responded to her.
A couple tears fell out. Liz cleaned them with her thumb.
I heard the horn of a car from outside. I look out the window and see the taxi parked outside the house.
"see you soon" I hug her and run down stairs.
"We would come with you but I doubt they'll have six tickets for a flight so we will catch the next one" Beau said with a concern look.
"Sorry little bro" he hugs me.
"It's my fault" I mumble.
"No it's not, she's fine. She's being taken care of" he replies.
"I have to go" I grab my bag after hugging everyone.
"Airport please" I tell the taxi guy. He speeds up.
We make it to the airport in no time.
Now I have to find a ticket to California.
I walk to where flights for California was being checked in. I cut people in line. I didn't care it was very important to me and j had to be on the next flight.
"Sir I'm going to ask you to set away from the desk and get in line like everyone else" the lady said.
"I need to be on that next flight" I ignore her instructions.
"Sir I am asking you nicely, please get in line like everyone else"
"And I'm asking for a ticket for the next flight."
"Sir thi-" I cut her off
"If you want me to lose this flight go make me. But I'll tell you why you should let me get the fucking ticket" I want now angry at this lady. "My fucking girlfriend is in hospital for attempting to suicide. She needs me there with her right now so I'm asking you this the nice way, give me the ticket"
She sighs knowing I wasn't going back in line.
"Next time this won't happen" she warns.
I nod my head and hand her my passport. She does a couple clicks then she handed me a couple papers.
"The next flight is in an hour so please have a seat in the waiting area" she said.
I walk over to the Starbucks and get coffee.
