"I hate planes, I hate planes, I hate planes," I repeated as the plane drve down the runway. I was clutching the side of the seat and my teeth were clenched together.
"Are you going to be ok?" asked a male voice from next to me.
I turned and looked at the man. He was attractive, very attractive. He had a great build, dark hair, amazing green eyes, and a sexy smile was plastered on his face.
"I hope so," I laughed a little embarrassed with myself. I was acting extremely juvenile.
"Im Kevin," he said holding his hand out to me. I took his hand and shook it.
"Micki," I told him. My hand quickly returned to the side of the seat.
"Even flown before?" he asked smiling.
"Yeah, and thats the sad thing," I laughed.
Aw, it'll be ok, I promise," he promised me.
"I hope so," I said nervously.
"So, whats taking you to Tampa?" Kevin asked obviously trying to take my mind away from the plane ride.
"Oh, uh, Im returning from my aunts funeral," I replied.
"Oh, Im sorry to hear that," he said frowning.
"Its ok, Im all cried out. She was my favorite. But! What's taking you to Tampa?" I asked avoiding the topic of my aunt.
"A very good friend of mine is getting married," he said obviously a little pissed.
"Dont like her?" I asked.
"You could say that. Nick deserves so much better," Kevin said more to himself than me.
"Does he love her? I mean, nevermind, obviously he loves her," I said softly.
"To be honest, I dont know if he does," he said thoughtfully.
"Well are you a best man?" I asked.
"Yeah, me and three other guys," he answered.
"Thats cool, I hope everything goes ok," I smiled.
"Thanks," Kevin said.
"Are we in the air?" I asked, suddenly scared.
"Yeah," Kevin laughed.
"Wow, thanks for keeping my mind off it," I said surprised.
"It was my pleasure," he grinned Landing~
"I hate planes, I hate planes, I hate planes," I repeated as the plane was landing.
"Deja vu," Kevin laughed.
I looked at him and smiled. We talked the whole plane ride about everything under the sun. I really liked him, he was a nice guy and even though Ive known him for a whole two hours, I had a slight attraction towards him.
I shook the thought out of my head though. I wasnt thinking logically. Before I knew it, we were walking down the tunnel.
"Thanks for talking to me," I told Kevin as we walked.
"The pleasure was all mine and I was wondering if," Kevin was cut off.
"Micki!" a not so happy voice shouted.
I jumped and realized who was waiting for me. I looked at Kevin and smiled weakly. I walked off towards my waiting party.
"Who the fuck was that?" he growled glaring at Kevin. That "he" was my husband. Yes, husband. Even after the way he treats me, which is usually not good, I still convince myself I love him.
"Just someone I talked to on the plane," I said softly.
"So, talking to other guys behind my back? You little whore," Rob, my husband, hissed.
"No, it wasnt anything like that," I promised.
"Lets go," he snapped. He grabbed my arm, holding a tight grip and pulled me through the airport.
"Micki!" I heard Kevin call from behind Rob and I. Rob stopped and we both turned around.
"You dropped this back there," Kevin said handing me a bag I had carried on with me.
"Thanks," I smiled sadly.
Kevin looked at me questionly. Rob pulled me and we continued out of the airport since I didnt have any bags to claim.
"I missed you," I told Rob as we walked up to his black Mercedes.
"Shut up and get in the car," he ordered.
I felt the tears begin to sting my eyes. I got in the car and put my seatbelt on. I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears.
I remember when Rob and I first got together. He was the sweetest, most romantic guy I had ever met and then we got married and things went downhill from there.
I wasnt allowed to interact with men unless absolutly necessary, I was only allowed to be away for two days and that was with family. I had limited time I could speak to friends and my sister.
I get critisized harshly, and I think at this point, Im shocked he hasnt physically abused me. We only "make love" when he wants to, which is usually when he is drunk.
"My mother says hello," I said trying to make conversation.
"Shut up Micki, damnit!" he shouted.
"Why didnt my sister pick me up?" I asked.
"Damnit Micki! What did I just say?!" he shouted.
"Im sorry," I whispered and held back the tears.
"Why the hell did you wear that shirt?" Rob asked looking at me.
I looked down at my shirt. It was a white baby tee that said Gap across the chest.
"Whats wrong?" I asked.
"You're too fat to wear that!" he hissed.
"Its a tee shirt Rob," I said a tear falling from my eye.
"I know what the fuck it is! I dont want to see you wear it again," he ordered.
"Ok," I said softly.
After two years of Rob telling me I was fat and unattractive, Ive started to believe it, it was hard not to.
After a silent, but tense 30 minute drive, we were home. I walked into my house, behind Rob. It was a wreck, it looked awful.
"Rob, what did you do?" I asked in disbelief.
"I want the house clean by the time I get back,"he said.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"None of your damn business," he growled and walked out of the house.
I sighed and began to clean as the tears flowed freely down my cheeks.
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