"But I was scared that he'd not want me for being a bit younger than him. I couldn't help it. I mean, he totally knew I was lying about something, and he warned me not to try any funny idea, but he didn't know what I was lying about. By now he definitely knows," sigh. "It's okay, I made sure to make him fall in love with me before I left him. And I mean, he wasn't with a minor, I'm an adult."
"Damn, you are insane," Keith gasped. "How old is he?"
"25," I chuckled and his jaw dropped. "I mean, 8 years ain't much. He's everything I've ever wanted, I swear. I couldn't let him go. I know I shouldn't have lied, but damn, I needed to have him. And I didn't lie just because it was him, it's because we met in a place only those about 18 can be in, so, I got the ID to go there, then we met and everything happened."
"He's 5 years older than me," Keith mumbled. "Ugh."
"He's 14 years older than me," Dragan groaned.
"I can believe you played him like that," Elena chuckled.
"Yeah, it happens. Now, keep all of this, both mine and Cecylia's case a secret when you are with my family, yeah? They are unbearable and will be on our ass if they learn about it. So, mouths shut!" Grabbing my phone from my bag, I took it out of airplane mode and after a second, I noticed that there's was no signal. "Ugh, there's no signal."
"No shit," Keith mocked, grinning. "We are in the middle of no-fucking-where, God-knows-where in the plains of France, Merida."
"Merida?" I frowned.
"You remind me of the Brave protagonist," he winked.
"I am brave and a ginger. Better than Ariel," I rolled my shoulders and turned to where the pilot, co-pilot, and flight attendants had all landed, than I ran to them. "Mrs. Sara Wolfsohn-Cronenberg," I called the pilot and she turned to see me, while trying to call someone in a military phone.
"Are you alright? You're the first passenger who decided to switch from flight RWEE798 to our LEHL666, right?" She looked anxious.
"She's also the one I told you, who saved the guy who was freaking out, and carried the child with her," the flight attendant who was guarding our exit door to her, her hair a bird nest mess. "Did you beat him up?" She looked behind me and when I turned I saw that they had followed me.
"I did," I said bluntly. "Do you know where exactly we are? There's no signal on our phones. Do you think help will come soon?" It didn't take long for the others to surround us.
"First of all, I'm sorry that this happened. The storm formed out of nowhere, if it hadn't we would have been able to go through another route. We had to passed through it and the thunderstorm caused this, and we are sorry!" She said loudly.
"It was not your fault," I exclaimed. "It's just funny that the name of the flight reorganized is HELL666, that should have been a foreshadow of this," my friends and uncle gasped at the bad moment for my joke. "But we are alive, no one died, that's what matters. Maybe some injuries, but what's important is that there were no real losses. So, where are we?" I asked in English.
"We are in the plains located through the territories of Northern France and Belgium, but precisely on French territory. Near a territory that is called Hauts-de-France, about 3 hours from Paris," she told us. "I lost contact with the airlines the second the first thunder hit us, I'm trying contact with them, but it's hard. We will need to sit down and wait."
"Hah," a older short man, who was seemingly alone mocked, "of course, this would happen with a woman as pilot." And he said it in Arabic.
"What did you just say?" I may not be fluent yet, but I can speak.
He glared at me condescendingly, "Shut up, woman," Arabic again.
I saw red, before I could realize it, I was punching his huge nose so hard that the fucker fell down, on his ass, "What were you saying about us women again?" I mocked, in English this time, because I'm sure he speaks it. "You little shit. How does it feel to get your ugly face punched by a girl?"
He let out a horrible curse in Arabic, "I'm going to murder you!"
"Yeah?" I mocked and kicked his crotch twice. "Say it again." Then I kicked one more time, but before I could do it again, uncle Krystian picked me off the ground by my waist, "Say it again!" I yelled at him. "You think you can kill me? Come on, try it. I'll kill you first!"
"Please, don't fight," the pilot gasped. "It's okay, Miss Turovska, I'm used to this already, you don't need to fight for it. It's dangerous."
"Calm down, Zofya," uncle gasped, still holding me.
"It's not just for you, Mrs. Wolfsohn-Cronenberg. This piece of shit who looks down in all women deserves a lesson. Fucking garbage. You are lucky my uncle pushed me away, or I would kill you with my own hands, just for you to learn not to mess with women. You think you are something big, but you got your ass kicked by a 16-year-old girl!"
"Zofya, Jesus Christ, please, calm down," Cecylia cried.
"You look like an angry ginger Doberman barking," Keith mocked.
I glared at him, "You shouldn't mess with Dobermans," they are the best. "I'm fine now, uncle. It's just that we are literally in nowhere, after our plane fucking wracked, we survived thanks to the pilot advising us when she did, it literally was not her fucking fault, and that useless piece of shit keeps talking shit. Dumbarse, if you use your brain to search about it, you will see that plains wrack 90% more in the hands of a male than a female."
"Someone shut this little bitch!" He yelled angry, in English, and to my shock, Keith kicked his dick again, with a lot of strength.
"Little bitch is now shut," he mocked, glaring down at the guy, and then at me, winking. "I got your back, Merida."
"Oh? So you do have some use," I mocked and he rolled his eyes, then I turned to the pilot. "You shouldn't be disrespected like this just for being a women, ever. Do not accept it, you don't need to. Okay, uncle, you can put me down now, I'm calmer."
"Are you?" Cecylia narrowed her eyes.
I felt my cheeks heating up, "I'm calm," finally, he put me down.
"I'll sue you for assault!" The fucker yelled in pain.
Grinning, I turned to him, "Yeah? Do it. Let's see who will win on this, my lawyers or yours. I have the best lawyers of Poland on my back, but what do you have? But come on, baby, sue me. I'm Zofya Magdalena Fiaich Turovska, there you have it, my full name. You will need it when you sue me," even the pilot gasped with my actions.
"I'm a millionaire!" He yelled as if it was something important.
"Really? You're still on the Mi? I'm on the Bi!" I winked.
Keith's eyes widened, "You're a billionaire?" When I nodded, all the people who didn't know that gasped in shock. "What are you doing in a public plane if you are a billionaire? Are you insane?"
"Aye, you sound like my mom. I didn't want to use the jet. Did you know the percentage of people dying from a private jet crash is way higher than them dying from a normal plane?" Sigh, "I was just really unlucky," I pointed to the wreckage of the plane. "Jesus Christ, my mom will pester me about this for the rest of my life, ugh, what a nightmare." I turned to uncle, "She'll haunt me with this forever, uncle Krys."
He chuckled, "At least, you're alive, sweetheart."
Cecylia slapped my shoulder, "Can you stop startling us?"
"Sorry, Lia," sighing I hugged her and she hugged me back.
"How are you still smelling so good? I feel like I'm a barbecue."
I chuckled, "It's in your mind, you smell good too." I turned my eyes to the pilot again, "Mrs. Wolfsohn-Cronenberg, do you think it'll take long before they come to get us?"
She turned her eyes away from the freaked out passengers who are surrounding her and swallowed, "At least in an hour, they know the plane fell here by now," she exclaimed. "You should find a clean point on the plain grounds to seat, it's not that cold because of the fire of the plane."
"Quite the awesome fireplace," Keith mocked under his breath.
"Asshole," Dragan groaned at him and Keith laughed at him
"Thank you, Mrs. Wolfsohn-Cronenberg," then I grabbed my back pack, my handbag that I had tied on my backpack before the high jacking, and I walked away from the crowd, feeling the tiredness of the whole thing hit me like the hell of it. "HELL666," I mocked bitterly, and the other came to me, "we should have known before. No wonder I was feeling shivers."
"You won't be able to be there for your birthday, Honeyboom," she told me sadly, as we sat down.
"As if I cared," sighing, I opened my backpack and grabbed the 2l plastic bottle of water which I filled with vodka before I left the hotel. "I have vodka, any of the four of you want?" Then I took a opened it and took two mouthfuls of it.
"I don't even know why I'm surprised," Keith gasped, and while the others refused, he accepted it, so I handed it to him. "I have no one to call, so, I'm cool, but what about you?"
"It's just me and my boys, I also have no one else," Elena told him, taking care of Yury, trying to make him sleep.
Dragan came to me and sat at my side, taking my scarf from my neck, I put it around his and he blushed. "I'm the only one who has people to call for," I told him. "But as they are part of the family, they would probably have my family to call too," I pointed at uncle and Cecylia, who were siting down, her in the middle of his legs as he hugged her to keep her warm. "They are probably unaware right now, think I'm still on the other plane, but as soon as they get word of it they will freak out for sure."
"They are the paranoid type," uncle told them. "Eleonora definitely is that type of paranoid horrible mom."
"She'll probably worry more about the situation of the presents I got for them, than about me," I scoffed bitterly. "Maybe she would be happy if I had died on the plane. Then she would have her perfect family with aunt Monika and Cyryl."
"Who's Cyryl?" Keith blinked.
"Mom and dad's sister adopted a baby two years old after they got married, he's a ginger like me, aunt Monika, and dad. Cyryl Reid-Novak Turovska, he's 2 years old, and he's my baby, my lil bunny, the cutest. Very smart and easygoing, loves people. Mom is a good mom to him in a way she never was to me, maybe because she had me at 17," I closed my eyes. "I'm glad that he'll have a better family relationship than I did, aunt is also an amazing mom like I always knew she would be. And there's Joe, who's mom's best guy friend, who's like a uncle to him, the same way uncle Krys is for me, and Wiktoria, their girl best friend."
"You don't look like an only child," he tilted his head.
"I never was," I giggled. "I mean, sure, I lived as an only child for 15 years, but even though she's older, Jam-Jam was always an younger sis to me, and now I'm an actual older sister. It feels good, to be looked up by a lil being who worships you like a God."
"Jam-Jam?" He frowned.
"Me," Lia chuckled. "Childhood nicknames. She's Honeyboom."
"But don't you dare to call them that," uncle glared at him.
Keith raised his hands in peace again, "Yes, sir."