Waiting For an Answer

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He was carrying her. She was asleep, still wearing her purple pajama bottoms and a white tank-top. That's what she was wearing the night she was taken. Her red hair was barely tied into her ponytail holder. She looked confused, her face contorted with pain. Suddenly, her eyes opened

"AVERY! HELP! AVERY WHY'D YOU LET HIM HURT ME! NO AVERY! NO NO-"

"No! No!" I screamed in my sleep. My blankets were wet. Had I peed? I touched my face. Sweat. I was drenched in sweat. So was my bed. I heard quick, panicked foot steps down the hallway. My dad burst into my room, his face concerned, and relieved that I was okay. He held my head against his chest, and let me soak his shirt in tears.

"She needed me," I mumbled between sobs, "Faith."

. . .

I zippered my blue, plastic suitcase. I liked the sound it made, so I unzipped it, and zipped it again a few times. I think I was just stalling. I didn't want to leave Albany.

"It will only be a few weeks. Your mother would really like to see you," I hated mom, "And I think it will be good for you to get out of Massachusetts." What is that supposed to mean? We rode to the airport on silence. I put my dark brown hair into a braid and let it hang down my back. My hair was really long now.

"You will love Naples. The fresh air, and the beach. You love swimming, Avery." I nodded as dad continued on with all the reason Naples is better than Albany. Maybe it won't be to bad. I could use some time out of the city. I created a picture in my head of Florida as our black SUV pulled into the airport parking lot. My stomach dropped.

"Dad I don't want to fly." I stated.

"Well you cant take a boat!" He laughed.

I stared at him longingly. A boat would be nice.

"Avery, you'll be fine." He told me. I was about to start an argument, but I realized that I shouldn't make the time I have with my dad wasted.

The airport was big and full of people, some were on cell phones and some were having a hard time handling there suitcases and children at the same time. I saw several people just waking up on the benches.

My flight was scheduled to leave at 10:50 and was scheduled to arrive at 1:45. Dad and I sat in the waiting chairs, eating sunflower seeds and talking about home. I missed it already, and I haven't even left yet.

When they first called my plane, I didn't realize. Dad had to tap my shoulder after the flight attendant had said it a few times. She arranged us in groups A and B, according to our tickets. I was in group A. I hugged my father before stepping onto the runway.

"I love you Avery!" he called to me, his voice was muffled by the sound of the plane.

AN: Sorry this is short I was just getting started! Tell me what you think! I promise chapter to will be longer!