THREE : Vivian

(At the Los Angeles International Airport)

"I need a ticket to New York."

"Give me a minute, ma'am". The blonde lady says to me politely as she looks at my tear stained face with eyes full of pity.

I had tried not to cry, not to shed a tear for the hurt Tristan caused me, but my emotions got the better of me and I had broken down in tears in the taxi.

"Ma'am, the earliest flight to New York is the Volaris airlines. Will you like to book a flight, ma'am?"

I check my purse, but realized that I had left my card in that damm house in my haste to leave and besides, getting money from my account was impossible because it was a joint account. Things we did for love.

The amount in my purse which I had withdrawn the previous day will not be enough to book a VVIP class ticket.

"A ticket in business class please".

I take my boarding pass from her and rush towards the security check point. All I want is just to get as far away from this hell of a place as soon as possible.

After clearing my immigration, I head towards the nearest information panel for flight information. My teary eyes lit up as soon as they lay on the huge screen flickered with an update, red letters springing up beside the flight details.

VOLARIS AIRLINES

12:00 New York ON 997 11 13:00

Thank goodness.

I have just an hour to get out of this hell of a city. I'm seriously in need of an escape.

I look around and cannot help but notice the way people looked at me.

I need to get away for a while. I turn and see a washroom sign up ahead and move towards it.

Reaching the washroom, I enter the female section and shut the door. I turn around, and gasp as my face stares back at me from the mirror. I groan in frustration.

I look. . . . .horrible. My forehead is bleeding from the fall. My blue eyes are glistening with tears, and my fair cheeks are deeply blushed and red. I groan in frustration and slip out my phone to call Alice.

"Hey babe" I say as soon as she picks up on the other end.

"Vee, have you been crying?" She asks as soon as she hears my voice which is a bit shaky as a result of my crying minutes ago. Is it really that obvious.

"Alice, can I come and crash at your place for a few days before I figure something out?".

"Figure what out? Vee, what's happening?!"

"Please Allie. I'll explain everything to you. Right now I really need a place where I can lay my head and think."

"Alright Vee. Anything for you. But please, whatever it is, just stay calm and breath. Where are you now?"

"I am about to take the next flight to New York."

"Okay. Send me your flight details. Remember, no matter what, don't freak out. You will be fine okay?"

I let out a long breath. "Ok Al. Thank you so much for this."

"Anytime Vee. Anyway, remember to also call me when your flight arrives so I can come pick you up."

"Okay".

As soon as I end the call with Alice, a notification pops up on my phone.

Reservation at L'Cusine at 8.

" Fucking Bastard", I hiss before placing my phone back in my purse.

Looking at the mirror, I hurriedly wash my face with water. Using my handkerchief, I dried my face and applied a little powder and lip gloss, taking notice of my wounded forehead.

Taking one more look at myself in the mirror, I am satisfied with my appearance. I looked more recollected and better than I was before.

Leaving the washroom, I move to Starbucks to grab a cup of ice tea. Having a cup of coffee in my state of mind was a no no.

Taking a few steps towards the seats at the lounge near my boarding gate, someone bumps into me. I fall to the ground due to the impact, spilling the contents of my cup all over me.

"What the fuck!" I curse as I grab a hold of the jackass's Jacket who attempted to walk past me without apologizing for what he did.

Men. They think they can just walk all over a lady.

"Did you lose your manners or you had none to begin with?" I snap at him as soon as I gained my footing.

"What did you just say to me?"

"Exactly what you heard, Mr whoever you are.

The young man yanks himself out of my hold, his gray eyes lingers on me for a while before he turns and walks away.

"Jerk " I yell after him as loud as my tiny broken voice could. Who the hell does he think he is.

I stare at the mess on my clothes. God. Could my day get any worse than it is already?.

Ignoring the audience who witnessed the scene caused by Mr. arrogant and I. I walk towards the restroom to fix myself before boarding the plane.

"Passengers for Flight ON 997 from Los Angeles to New York, please proceed to gate 11 immediately". I hear the flight boarding announcement as I head towards gate 11 to get out of this hell of a place.

In the plane, I sent my flight details to Alice before switching off my phone and placing it into my bag before takeoff.