Demyan
I was not sure for how long I had been sitting there as I waited for a miracle. I hoped that maybe I would see the black Mercedes drive back down to the house and Malia would maybe find it in her heart to just hear me out. I knew it would never happen because she somehow found the strength to throw a bag the size of her body at me as if it was a shoe.
My tears had pretty much frozen to my face as I tried to come up with a plan of action. If I went after her, where would I find her? Hopefully Nicole's. She was the only person she knew and if not she would most definitely go to the airport. Would she go to Trinidad or Russia? I was not even sure where her parents were at that exact moment.
