Chapter 10

I walk towards that garage. I say goodbye to the cars and lock them up. I am going to take an Uber to the airport.

I call for an Uber. Once it arrives, I head towards the closes airport. I really feel right now like I’ll never go back to New York. Life is taking me new places, and there is no return to what once was.  We make it to the airport in plenty of time. I pass through check point. I locate my terminal. I notice it is near a bar. I need a drink to start have a drink for my birthday. My flight leaves in an hour. I enjoy my drink, when I see someone walk towards the other side of the counter and smirk at me.

“Well, well, well, trying to run away?” Owen said in a sneer. I rolled my eyes. Just my luck. How in the fuck am I running into him all the way over here. I finish my drink, and am about to walk away.

“Hey, sexy, don’t leave we’ll have a fun time. You look good for once.” He says mockingly. He’s caressing my backside like he has a right to do so.

“Hands off dickwad” I tell him. he laughs shortly.

“We’re still engage, you never gave back your ring so, I still own this body.” He says in a whisper like he’s worshipping me.

“Oh, you mean the ring I put in the grinder at our house, good luck getting it back! Now, Fuck off.” I tell him coldly. I begin to walk away and he is by me in a flash grabbing me roughly.

“Get the fuck  off of me.” I shout. It’s attracting attention. He give curt smile then hits me hard. I wobble.

“Look at you, looking like a slutty socialite, who knew plain jane could actually look like someone attractive.” He says with a snide tone. He starts the caress me roughly like he’s beside himself.

“You look so good, why didn’t you dress this sexy before, I would have fucked you good” he says moaning.

“You don’t know me, and we’re not together anymore so fuck off” he bristles and hits me harder.

“Excuse me!” I hear someone shout in an aggressive tone. I stumble backwards, losing my balance, my face hits the floor. Suddenly, the man pulls me to him and rounds off to face Owen.

“Try that with me Asshole!” I turn towards my defender. I realize it’s Chad Dawson; he’s a heavyweight champion boxer! Holy Shit!

“Stay out of this Fucktard” Owen says, I don’t think he knows who he’s insulting. “I’m a lawyer, you touch me I’ll sue you.

“No, I’ll press charges in the ladies honor for assault and battery. From what I saw she was enjoying a drink, you walked over and attacked her.”

“Not to mention possible stalking, he’s my ex-fiancé, he cheated on me. I have been at my parents house for a week. I never said where I was going, how does he know where I am? How does he know I was leaving town?” Owen looks pale.

“That’s very interesting, and good questions, as well. Leave the lady along right now.”

“She’s mine” he growled.

“Sounds like you’re both done, cause you’re a cheating abusive asshole so, I don’t think so.” Chad says as he escorts me away from the scene. Security has been called and I file a complaint against him. I finally might see justice for the pain he’s caused me.

“Your firm is not going to be too happy with this social media scandal. Did anyone get his actions on their phones?”

“You fucking bitch, anyone here thinks about doing any shit, I will hunt down and kill you!” He snarled.

“Did you just threaten to kill everyone?” The airport was a buzz and security was treating it as a high-profile terrorist act.

“You just dug your own grave, and after this you’re out of my life for good!”

“I caught the entire assault on my phone.” A woman said.

“Send it to social media. “New Yorks Finest Attorney Owen Carver, Assaults woman at airport.”

“Gladly, people like that are a menace to society.” She says.

“Flight to Boston now boarding” a voice calls over the speaker. I collect myself. I thank Chad for his assistance. He tells me he’s also traveling to Boston. We start to board together. Something nags at me. His threat, he said the same to my parents and now they’re dead. Something doesn’t seem right.

“Owen, you threatened my parents once”

“So, what if I did! They were fucking assholes!”

“Were? How did you know they were dead? I am in town cause I found out they died. I think security should call the police and inform them they have a suspect.”

“FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH! You FUCKING KILLED THEM!”

“You’re insane. I have been under your thumb locked up in New York cause you wouldn’t let me see them!” I scream. I throw my drink at him and run onto the plane. Chad gives me a hug as I sag against him.

“What did you see in that dick?” he asks me.

“I don’t know, we were together since College, and he never acted like that.”

“Or maybe was just very clever at hiding the monster in front of you so you didn’t leave him. Thankfully the façade broke, you’d be found dead if you married him.”

“I think you’re right.”

“The way you look, it seems like you come from money”

“So does he”

“Yeah, but he’s a crazy rich kid who would kill his own parents for wealth, you seem more down to earth. Trust me, his kind, he’d kill you for your money.” I nodded in thought at his assessment. He walked me to my seat, his was across from mine.

I closed my eyes and tried to shake the events that just happened. I don’t know if he killed my parents either, way he’s a dumb fuck. He just showed his true colors for the last time. He’s not getting away from this hopefully. I breathed a feeling of peace. It was not only confronting the pain of my past, moving forward past my tormentor but, possibly catching my parents killer. I never realized it could be him. I thought he said that to my father in anger. He just admitted he knew they were dead, what if he did do it?