The Man I'm Marrying [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 21 Paris, France

I run through the plane, running to the cockpit and seeing that there is no front, everything on fire, headed straight for the ocean. Within a few seconds I'm in the water, and sinking down and down into the ocean.
Fish surrond me and then sharks, mouths wide open, swim past. I close my eyes and let my body float, and within seconds I am floating in space, at least it seems.

Planets far off in the distance, the sun, miles away.. I blink and suddenly I see myself, floating there, small compared to all of the planets, nobody around to be with me while I'm dying.
Until I wake up.

I wake up slowly, but I feel stressed and confused as I drowsily try to figure out my surroundings.
Then I start to feel Nauseated, in which I feel someone grab me and try to get me to stand up, as if they could notice I was feeling sick.

"What did you use, Rose?"
"Ketamine. It was the least strongest I could think of without making her collapse."

I open my eyes and try to look at the two, François holding me and Rose standing in front of me.
I feel even more confused and weakly look around, "W-Where am I?"

François carries me to a different room, placing me on a bed and handing me a glass of water, "Don't worry about it. This was Roses plan, if she wants to tell you, she will."
I look at the water and look back at him.

"It's not laced with any sort of drug, darling. We weren't thinking of overdosing you. I know your mother would hate if she did that." He sits in a chair just at the end of the bed.
"Why did she drug me?" I look at the water before taking a cautious sip, looking around more, noticing round windows like on a plane, "a-are we on a plane?"

"A private jet, yes. She…" he sighs, "She drug me into this plan. I am deeply sorry for doing this, I realize now how much of a mistake this was." He looks down and nods, "I'll be back." He quickly leave the room, leaving me in the bed with a queasy stomach.
I continue to slowly drink the water, laying my back on the headboard, and starting to worry.

Where is my mother taking me? Does William know at all? Was he supposed to know? What's going to happen once we get to where we need to be?
I get up and walk over to one of the window, looking out of it and only seeing the ocean under us, in which I start to freak out.

"Hello, sweetheart." I heard Rose step in, in which I chug the rest of the water down and break the glass cup on the frame of the window, using the sharp pointy bottom as a weapon.
"Where the *fuck* are you taking me?!" I point the cup at her and walk towards her.

"France." She responds calmly, watching me.
"Well you better turn this fucking plane around, or I'll stab the fuck out of you!"

"Sweetheart.." She pokes under my chin, "I know how to knock you out, even if I don't want to hurt you…"
"Well I want to hurt you. Does William know about this?" I grab her collar

"Of course not." She takes the broken cup and tosses it into the trash. "From here on out, you will be living with me in France. William is unfit for you, yet you don't realize how much pain he could cause you."
I let go of her and sit down onto the bed, seemingly speechless out of annoyance and utter disbelief.

"In France, I'll pamper you and everything. Keep you out of the mafia."
"Get the fuck out of my sight."

She nods and leaves, unmoved by my anger.
I start to tear up and try to look for my phone, to no avail. I crawl back into my bed and start to sob uncontrollably, even when I try to dry my eyes, I just tear up more.

I had planned my greatest days with William, what'll happen now that my Bitch mother took me from him?
What will he do? Move on? Grieve?

"Oh god.. Why did my morher come back? Why did I come with him to the party.. I should've just stayed at the safehouse… god damn it…"
I continue to sob, feeling hopeless and eventually crying myself to sleep.