Five years ago,
"Sierra, you need to pack your bags now. The flight is by evening." Her mother spoke in between arranging the bags.
"Why do you always force me to shift from one country to other? This is not the first time, I am asking this."
Sierra pulled the cloths from her mother's hand and threw it on the bed, making a whole mess out of it. She was tired of moving from one place to another without having a rest as if she was obliged to do it her entire life. She never understood the reason behind all the hustle in her life when her mother was a home maker and her father running, a small networking company.
"This is for your safety." The lady sighed as she was also used to the reaction from her daughter.
"Why do I need safety in this situation? What are you both doing behind my back?" Sierra knew there was no way that her mother would listen to her.
"You just need to move for a better future. If this answer is enough, please get going."
Not having any idea about where she was shifting as usual, Sierra managed to pack her bags and leave to the airport. She just got a few minutes to tell good bye to her best friends before the sudden departure. The airport was a crying mess as Sierra was popular among her classmates that she managed to make a lot of loyal friends in a very short span of time.
"Call me, once you reach." Her mother waved at her before running to the car as if she was waiting for Sierra to just get away from her sight.
Sierra was guided to the emigration office by two staffs who apparently had the passport and tickets. She didn't get a chance to even check, where she was going and that was a routine too. She kept taking glances to check if her father was coming, she hasn't seen him since months.
"Miss, that is your way." The guard pointed at the fifth gate before going away from there.
"Incheon? South Korea?" Sierra's eyes widened seeing the flight chart.
She never ever imagined going to an Asian country in her entire life as it was always in the Europe and America that her father made her shift. Starting from New York to Italy to Paris to Canada to Ireland and back to New York, that was her travel history. How does things work in Asian countries?
Her thoughts were interrupted when some one bumped into her, causing the luggage to trail down the path from her grip. Sierra cussed under her breath before running to catch the luggage which almost rolled over. Sierra had kept some of her personal antique collections in that because she was too afraid to leave it back at home.
The luggage suddenly came to a stop when a pair of hands held onto the supporting bar, pulling it closer to the person's figure. She stopped running as the rescue came to her, Sierra kept her hands on her fast beating chest which was almost about to pop out. She pushed her hair back and walked to her baggage which was now moving to her.
"Is it yours?" A honey dripping voice spoke catching her off guard.
"Umm, y-yes."
SIERRA'S POV...
I was just focusing on my luggage when some one pushed it in front of me. His voice was so smoothing that I felt, it was just a pre recorded tape or something. I wanted to look at the man who owned such a domineering voice but something in me, pulled down the unwanted intention I had. I just nodded and grabbed the bag from him, his fingers were the only thing that I could see. It was prefect, long and slender with three simple silver rings.
"Thankyou." I managed to mouth before running back to the flight.
Why did I even want to look at that man when I have no idea about who it could be? Who can it be? I was always the best in overthinking and making up fake scenarios in my head from my baby days. I was mostly alone in my own bubble so this particular habit developed without asking for my permission.
My thoughts yet again changed path to some where else when I remembered where I was flying to. Long sixteen hour flight to another continent, almost at the other end of the world. It will be morning when I land there after almost half a day, the change of timing will be hard to catch up. Will there be anyone to help me at the airport? Do they speak English just like me and do things with more open mind?
I finally got my seat and as expected a business class, away from everyone else and probably I would be the only one in here. My father somehow manages to reserve the whole business class for me, maybe I am someone so important to him. I wonder if his job really is something else more like a gangster or a drug dealer. He always kept secrets even within the family and acts like I shouldn't know anything.
Last time, I shifted to Paris before starting my graduation and that was when some men just barged into the business class and mentioned about kidnapping me. I almost peed my pants but then another group barged in, a very messy fight in the flight. I almost told myself that things weren't the way that I thought it would be.
I texted my mother that I got safely into the fight, not that she cares because my father keeps watching me from everywhere. I didn't even manage to get a boy friend as I was anticipating my father watching me kiss. What if he hated the idea and start another fight? I was always lonely and I am determined to be that way forever.