being in the twilight zone. I look out the window and it’s beautiful; the sun is shining, I can see palm trees, a few small lakes, and a bunch of high-rise buildings. My tension seems to ease a bit. Orlando kind of looks like Milwaukee, except for the palm trees of course.
The plane lands with no problem and I’m so excited. I made it! I really made it! In a few minutes, I’ll be in the terminal and reunited with Courtney. I just can’t wait to give my best friend a hug, it has been so long. The flight attendants are working on opening the door as everyone in the plane is attempting to get their overhead items. As soon as the doors are open, I can feel the heat and humidity filling the cabin of the plane. “Feels like it’s going to be a scorcher out there today,” I tell Betty.
“Well honey, if you’re going to live here you will get used to it quick. When my daughter and her kids come to visit me in Wisconsin they do nothing but freeze the entire visit.”
“I just want to get off this plane and see my friend. It has been a long time, and we’re both eager to be together again,” I insist with enthusiasm.
“You’ll have to wait a few minutes longer. After we get off the plane, we have to ride the tram to the terminal. No worries though, that only takes a minute or two,” Betty explains.
We begin un-boarding the plane, row by row. I’ll have to remember to thank Cameron for getting me a seat so close to the front. If I were in the back, I would probably want to trample everyone just to get off the plane. We pile into the tram and when the doors shut, this thing takes off like a rocket and we speed off to the terminal. Holy shit, Betty could have warned me of how fast these things go.
When the tram stops and the doors open, I feel peaceful, as though the doors to my new life have just opened. This time around, I will be cautious and make better choices. I will no longer be naïve; people will have to earn my trust and love.
Chapter Four
I enter the main lobby of the airport, searching all the faces until my eyes fall upon the lovely familiar face of my friend Courtney. The minute we see each other we sprint into one another’s arms and immediately start crying our eyes out. We really make a spectacle of ourselves. When I finally feel stable enough to let go of her, I take one-step back and look her over. Courtney’s a raving beauty with long dark shiny brown hair, and the same deep chocolate eyes like Cameron’s. We have sent pictures, Skyped online a few times but they certainly didn’t do her any justice. I feel a little self-conscious at the moment; I must look awful with my hair in a ponytail and bruising on my face from my last encounter with Dylan.
“I’ m so glad you are here. Every day I was worried that evil bastard would find out what we were up to and somehow prevent you from leaving,” Courtney says, wiping her eyes dry.
“It wasn’t easy to act as though nothing was going on, but I knew I had to put up with him unti l everything was in place. It’s going to take a while to get my life back in order; you don’t know how much I appreciate what you and Cameron have done for me.”
“Kylie, I know you wouldn’t hesitate for a second to do exactly what I did. We are best friends; of course, we’re going to have each other’s backs. If that bastard finds out where you are or tries to get to you, he’ll have to deal with me and Cameron.” Courtney says with the most serious look. I know she isn’t joking either, she has already said she would love the opportunity to get revenge. She explained to me over the phone that she keeps a loaded pistol under her bed, so let the bastard come, he will get what he deserves. I hate Dylan, but don’t want to see anyone dead. I just want to move on and forget my horrible past.
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Erin Kelly, Chris Chibnall