Turbulence

Chapter 3(unedited)

The light in the cabin flickered, on and off before going off. Did I tell you that I hate darkness? The only light in the cabin is the light from the thunder outside. My hand closing my ear every time the light brightens inside the cabin. Add that to the list, thunder with flashes of light. Just the right combination for a perfect horror story.

Ironically, this is what I pictured whenever I read a thriller or a mystery novel. It's in a situation like this the murderer will come to the heroine, hiding his weapon stealthily under his coat. You will read further with your heart pounding behind your chest as if you want to warn the heroine or the main character, hey look out. 

As if god is granting my wish, I saw an obsidian shadow nearing me in a very suspicious manner. My eyes flew open, fearing my life. This is not how I expect my life to end. Taking trembling step backwards, I looked around. Someone help me, please.

What should I do? Should I use a woman's lethal weapon? The weapon that can send ghost helter skater fearing its own life.

Scream you say? Yes, I just scream my heart out closing my eyes shut. Hoping that whoever has the bravery to kill me, decides to run away rather than hear my scream. As the light in the cabin came back, I felt a large hand on my mouth, muffling my scream. Without thinking, I just bite the large hand with all the strength I have, hoping that it will be enough to defend me. 

"Arghh, you stupid arrogant... woman,"

Okay, I can recognize that arrogant voice just from anywhere. Mr Dumbass. Slowly, I opened. my eyes, looking through the small slit.

There, stood gloriously while holding his injured hand mumbling incoherently something I think cursing word was the man I still call Mr Dumbass. Even from this far, I can see the reddish biting mark. 

His red eyes narrowed on me, anger flashes behind that eyes made me question my action a while ago. But again, which stupid man puts his hand on a woman mouth to stop her screaming? The movie already showed the reaction, not once but thousands of times. He should just call my name or just scream like me.

I was still standing as he walks toward me. Now, I have just had to prepare a very long speech in my head explaining my action and lastly, apologise. Again.

He took my seat as he holds his injured hand staring deeply into my eyes. His electric blue eyes shine almost mirroring the thunder during the thunderstorm. The rage that I saw in his eyes almost impales me and makes me wants to crawl under the chair, hiding away from him.

I am a person who owes up to her own mistake. Since I meet this person, however, I find it hard to apologize. He called me stupid remember, even after I said my apologies. Sighing, I know that I do owe him another apology.

"I am sorry, though...-," 

His head snapped, glowering on me, more like trained on me as he frowned and flinches in pain. "What? A killer out here to kill you?" he shouted. He keeps on shaking his injured hand as groaning in pain.

Bingo, a handsome killer that can kill even with just looking at you

The air hostess came with an ice pack and he grabbed it forcefully from her, placing it on his injured hand. My eyes studied the hand, yeah the one that I bite. There is a visible bite mark, the place that I bite, swollen, and the skin almost bluish. 

"I was on my way back to my seat when the light was gone," His hand pressed the cold to his injured hand.

"I thought that I've reached my seat, but I was wrong," he paused as he bit his bottom lip. It must be painful, I thought. Otherwise, how well built men like him groan every single time the cold pack meets his sensitive skin.

"I'm sorry, you don't need to explain it... it was my mistake."

His eyes grew wide as the word escaped my lip. His brow furrowed as he titled his head to the left, studying me from the corner of his eyes.

"Didn't see that coming from you, realizing your mistake," he grumbled under his breath.

Sorry, Mr Dumbass... I heard you.

I want to tell him that but in the end; it was my mistake, so I keep my mouth shut.

He hissed as the ice touches his skin. He must be cursing me right now. Who wouldn't?

"To all passengers, please remain at your seat and fasten your seatbelt,  as we are facing some turbulence" the pilot announcement came out from the speaker.

I took the seat beside him, as there are only the two of us in this first-class cabin. 

Hesitantly, Clara walks away with a sour face. Told you, she did try to seduce Mr Dumbass. Sitting down I fasten his seatbelt before doing mine. Taking the cold pack, I pressed it against the bluish skin, where my bite mark was visible.

"Look Mr. .. I'm sorry again. I should not bite you. It's just I'm afraid of the dark and yeah.. stupid images came up." Rolling my eyes, realising that it was stupid of me to conjure such an illogical image. Apologising again for the second time of the day and to the same person, I sighed. 

"You don't know me?" He looked puzzled.

Gosh! I just bite his hand and I'm human, my bite can't be so poisonous right? He is more concerned about me not recognizing him rather than my repeated confession.

"No," I grabbed his hand as he pulled it back when the ice grazes his skin.

He chuckles.

I look up at him, confused. Which joke of mine did he laugh to?

"Do I supposed to know you?" I asked him. Squinting my eyes at him to find any familiarities between him and the popular male species that I should know. One thing, he does look familiar but nothing rings an alarm in my mind.

"Alex Pierce." He shakes my hand as I look at him, blinking my eyes.

"Regina... Regina Lawson"

Alex Pierce, that name does make a ringing sound in my mind. His name somehow sounds familiar. I heard his name before but I can't recall where or when.

I waved my hand in the air, stroking the thought away. 

"I hope that this is our last meeting Mrs Lawson, it seems that every time we meet, something bad happens,"

Mrs? He thought I'm married. Ohh! Brandon ring. The ring that managed to chase away all the men from me. 

"Same here Mr Pierce.. believe me.. I cherish my life more than anything else". I said wringing the finger that has Brandon ring on it.

"By the way Mr Pierce, your seat is there," my finger pointing at a fee row of seats in front of me. That is the most polite way of asking him to go away. He did say that he doesn't want to see me, and it starts from now.

He rolled his eyes up as he stands up and strides towards his seat.