However she wore a smile and walked gracefully towards the man in seat B2 and asked politely.
“Sir, we are going to land in Heathrow airport in a few minutes. I would I have to take your drink away now.”
The man who had his head resting on the tray table lifted his head and stared at her. His eyes were pitch black and tired.
Laura repeated, “Sir, I need to take your drink away now. We are going to land any minute now.”
She reached out to grab the drink with her slender fingers when the man beat her to it. He held the glass in his hands and tightened his fist around it.
Laura feared that he might crush the glass into his hands. “Sir, I need to take the glass away now.” Laura, who is now a bit scared said.
The man got up from his seat and pointed his finger to her forehead. Puzzled, Laura wiped off her forehead, assuming she had something on her forehead. The next thing she knew, the man smashed the glass onto her forehead. She fell onto her knees. The other passengers in flight Q2-120 rushed to her side. “Help!” she heard people saying. “She is bleeding. We need to tie it up.” Another passenger said. “What the hell were you thinking? Are you crazy?” Another passenger started yelling. “Somebody alert the crew members and the captain.” Laura could feel the panic and adrenaline rush radiating from the people around her. Her vision started to get blurry. All she could see and hear now were the clear blue sky and the sound of gun shots.
“Don’t worry. You will soon be back in Hampshire. Taking a bubble bath while reading your latest movie review.” A woman said. Laura giggled and said “Oh yeah? And what would you be doing? Running around the neighborhood trying to get people to work out?”
“That doesn’t sound too bad.” The woman laughed and said. “Let’s get out of here. If the boss catches us then we would have to do a hundred push ups and I don’t want to do that. At least not today.”
Laura gazed at the sky. There was not even a single cloud to be in sight. She did not want to go back to the camp yet. She just wanted to lay there and maybe get herself a tan. “Oh we will. But right after I’m done with my tan.” Laura replied. She closed her eyes in an attempt to absorb the smell of dry soil under her and the sunlight. It was then she heard gun shots not too far from her.
"She is going to be fine, right?" Someone said. "Of course. She did lose some blood but it's been taken care of." A different person replied. Laura slowly opened her eyes only to get closed by the incredibly bright light. “She’s awake!” Someone cried. Everyone rushed to her side.
Laura attempted to open her eyes again and this time she succeeded. “Hi. What happened?” She asked. “The passengers said that you were hit by a man. With a glass.” Carren, a crew member answered.
“Oh!” Laura said. She looked around and realized that she was in the emergency room at Heathrow airport.
“All of us were quite shocked actually. This is the first time a crew member was attacked with a glass in my flight.” Dan, the captain of the flight said. “We are glad to see that you are awake. Aaron said you could rest for 3 days.” Aaron is Laura’s supervisor. Laura nodded slowly.
At that instant two officers marched into the room and greeted them. One of them was short and stout with a bushy mustache while the other was skinny and bald. Laura’s peers left her with the officers. “Hello madam. We hope you are feeling better now and we are sorry to bother you at this time but it is our duty to take clear records of such an incident.” Laura shook her head and said “I am feeling better now. Thank you very much and it’s not a burden. I understand that it’s your duty to act so.” The bald officer smiled and asked “Please fill us in dear.”
Laura cleared her throat and opened her mouth to speak when someone burst into the emergency door.
It was that man. The man with the pitch black eyes. The man who assaulted her.He wore a relatively dark jeans which were matched with a white t-shirt. His dark-brown-almost-black hair was messy which seems outgoing leaving a curl or two hanging over the forehead. He had an olive complexion. She then caught the tattoo on the forearm of the man which said “σαμάριο”.
Laura stared at the tattoo and said, “The glass slipped and I was injured by the broken glass.”
Hey guys! It's been a while. How have you been?
This is a story I started to write tonight and instead of posting it on wattpad via my 'mysterious' account I decided to post it here. I will try to update this once a week or once every two weeks. Or whenever I get time. But I can't make any promises since I'm really busy these days.
Oh and the next part would be longer than this. I promise.
I really hope you guys would like this. I didn't proof read it so if you find any mistake(s) please feel free to point them out.
Bye.
you write well Sau, Keep it up, you will be a good novelist if you do.
Thank you. :)