Shattered Violets~31

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Driving north down I5, I pulled out Angel’s phone. Dialing a number I could never forget, I prayed the man on the other line would never for me.

“Hola.” I hear him say. His voice sounding tired.

“Jose?” I asked.

“Si. Who’s this?”

“Jose its Vivian, I need your help.”

“Mi corazón, I havemissedyou. How can I help mi ángel?” Jose’s tone perked up immediately.

“Jose, do you remember long ago when you said you had something that would take care of my father once and for all.” I asked.

“Si, but you say no.”  He questioned.

“I’ve changed my mind. Can you still help me?” I could feel my body begin to shake. Was I really ready to go through with this?

“Si, how soon do you need?”

“How fast can you get it?” Part of me was afraid of the answer he would give me.

“For you, mi corazón, I can have in half hour.” He replied, as if he had been holding what I needed for all these years.

“Good, good. Thank you Jose. I owe you.” I could feel the anxiety building within me.

“No need, mi amor. Where you want to meet?”

“I’m heading to the house now. I’ll meet you in the gardning shed.” I replied.

“Now are you sure you want to do this?” Jose asked.

“Yes. I’ll be there in a few hours.” I retored.

“Si, I will see you soon.”  With that, the line went dead.

I couldn’t believe that I was going to go through with this.  Once and for all, I was going to rid the world of the evil that was my father. It’s hard to live with the knowledge that the man that should be there to protect you from evil, was the one that would bring it to your door step.

Reaching my destination, I pulled Tone’s truckinto the parking garage.  Hiding his keys under the seat, I grabbed my bag, digging through it. Double checking the amount of cash I had, I pulled out one of the many fake ID’s I had made when I left home. Picking the one with the name, Gabriela Ryan, I stuffed the rest of them back into the side pocket of my bag, I headed inside the airport, leaving behind Angel’s phone, alongside the truck keys.  

I hated the fact that I felt the nervousness grow inside of me. It was as if with every step, I could feel a bead of sweat form on my brow. Taking a deep breath and swallowing, I made my way to the counter.

“How can I help you?” A perky little red head asked me, with a fake cheesy smile on her plump face.

“Yes, I need a one way ticket to Vegas.” I paused for a moment. “You’re first flight out.”

She smiled at me, as she looked me up and down. “Hmm, let me see. It looks like there is a flight leaving gate twenty-two in forty-five minute.”

“Great, how much?” I began digging through my purse.

She sighed once again. “Can you afford $235.90, miss?”

I knew I looked like a mess but that really pissed me off. Pulling out the cash in my bag, I placed it on the counter. “Obviously I can, now is that first class or coach?” I asked her.

“Humph.” She looked at me and to the cash in my hand and I could read her mind.

“Sweetheart, I don’t have all day for you to stand there and judge me. So get your round little head out of your tight ass and kindly do you damn job. Now print me out a first class ticket to Vegas.”

 “Well I never.” She replied, her face turning as read as her hair.

“I believe that just might be your problem. Now what the damage?”

She began to click on the computer keys with so much force; I thought she might break one of her false nails. “Fine, it will be $514.80, plus a baggage fee.”

“No baggage sweetheart.” I replied.

“Hmph. Fine, I need your ID.” I handed her the fake ID and hoped she was as dumb as she looked. Thankfully, she continued to type, as I heard the little printer next to her doing its job. “Here you go, Ms. Ryan. Now be on your way, I have less rude people to help than you.”

“Thank you Ma’am.” I said with a smile as I snatched the tickets from her chubby little hand.

Heading to gate twenty-two, I checked the time on the wall. I had twenty-seven minutes before I head to my final showdown with dear old dad. Thankfully, there wasn’t a wait when it came to boarding the plane. Taking my seat, the flight attendant handed me a glass of cheap champagne as I sunk into the comfort of the plushy seat.

Here I was heading back to the place that I swore I’d never go. Back to my father’s house to end his madness one and for all.

Closing my eyes, I waited as the other passengers made the way onto the plane. I felt someone take the seat next to me, as I began to play the sleeping game. I had no intention of making small talk to anyone during this journey. Unfortunately, I was startled when I felt a familiar hand curl around my wrist. Abruptly opening my eyes, I came face to face with my worst nightmare.

“Vivian, my love. You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“D…d…amon.” I sputtered how. “How? How can you be here? I saw you. I saw the blood. I felt the life go out of your body.”

“Oh, my sweet little Vivian. You must know that a man like me wouldn’t go out into the public without being protected now don’t you.”

I was shocked and horrified. Quickly getting to my feet, I tried to get past Damon, but I wasn’t quick enough. “Sit down and don’t make a scene.”

“Fuck you Damon.” I spat at him.  “Miss, I need to get off the plane, I’ve changed my mind.” I called out the stewardess.

“I’m sorry Miss, but we’ve already closed the doors and are departing the terminal.” She stated.  

Damon once again pushed me down into my seat. “No need to worry. You see, my wife has a slight fear of flying. She’ll be fine once we’re in the air. Could you get her something a little stronger to help calm her nerves?”

“Your wife?” I repeated.

“Why yes darling. Do you not remember yesterday, when you said I do.” He teased.

“But you’re supposed to be dead and I’m supposed to be free.” I muttered.

Damon chuckled. “True, I was supposed to be. Maybe next time your little boy toy should shoot me between the eyes, instead of in the heart.”

I sat there just staring at Damon. How did he know it was Tone? I couldn’t help but think I just walked straight into hell.

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