Forget.

Chapter 8

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Dean's POV.

"Get in the fucking car!" I yell, grabbing our passports and money.

"Okay man. We just have to grab some shit." Roman answers quickly.

"Hurry." I groan, shaking more violently than before.

"Calm down. We are going. I'll call the airport." Seth announces.

"Okay. Okay. Get us on a flight tonight." I agree, twitching.

Roman rubs my back as I rummage around looking for who knows what.

I just had to do Something.

"Lilly is safe. She's going with the plan. He's not going to hurt her. We have to get there before he drugs her." I whisper quickly under my breath.

"He's going to drug her?" Roman exclaims.

"Yes when he gets back or even tonight.. God Lilly fight... Fight please." I quickly announce, leading back to talking to myself.

"Okay were ready to go." Seth yells.

"Do you want to get changed?" He asks me.

"No, the shield gear is fine. Let's go." I respond, opening the door and running down the hallway.

"Woah Dean, are you aight?" Fandango asks me, only to be ignored.

I run down the stairs and through the lobby, attracting many pairs of worried eyes.

I throw our bag into the truck and circle around to the front of car.

I decide to drive to the airport, only a few miles away.

Roman and Seth catch up and I start the car, speeding off into the dark.

"Dean. calm. We are going to find her." Roman assures.

"What if we fucking don't? I'll go fucking unstable like I was! Probably more!" I yell at him.

He shuts up, and I continue speeding down the highway.

When we finally reach the large airport, we run to the deck and buy our way onto the next plane in New Orleans.

Thankfully, it is just about to leave and we make a running sprint to catch it.

We do just that.

We board the plane noisily, disturbing several passengers.

Seth and Roman sat around me.

I shame violently the entire two hour ride.

Seth falls asleep while Roman stays up, almost as nervous as me.

A woman rounds around the corner with a cart.

She is wearing a floral dress and I have to slam my head against the seat to get the thought of Lilly out of my head.

"Can I help you to bottled water?" She asks.

"Yes-yes please." I stutter, as she hands it over, taking my cash.

"Afraid of planes?" She asks.

"I'm afraid the girl I love is being tortured and raped. That's all." I smartly snap, and she looks shocked.

I turn away from her and she walks away.

I wait for the longest time until the announcer says that we are 5 minutes away from landing in New Orleans.

I grab our carry on bags and buckle back in, awaking Seth.

The moment the place touches down on the brightly lit city, we are the first to sprint off.