When A Man Wants - Episode 4

 

VINCENT’S POV

I wonder if in my earlier life I had a fear of flight but then I would never know. Right now, would I?  With the way I feel, I wouldn’t know if to call it fear of flight or jittery nerves. I am as nervous as ever!

The lady is sitting beside me and she seems to be dozing, or probably she is just faking it.  Lisa has been trying to talk to me and tried et me interested in so many things ever since we got on the plane but I just wasn’t interested. She has no idea how I feel.

How does it feel to be in search of the unknown or should I call it the fear of the forgotten? Here I am, going back to a world I left behind . A world where perhaps, I was somebody or atleast, there was no way I wouldn’t have families and loved ones….

Talking about loved ones…..

Was I in a relationship? Could I be married? What about my family? Does anyone remember me at all? Even if they do, will they remember me still? With this whole new identity? Am I really ready for this? Do I really need to go back to my old life or start a new one!

Damn it! My head hurts and it even hurts worse knowing that my speech is still not working out. It drives me crazy anytime I want to talk and I have to bloody type it….Arrrgh! God ! I am crazy!

I remember the first time I opened my eyes

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. I couldn’t even bear to see myself. My flesh was peeled. I could almost touch the bones on my jaw. I looked like something that could only be found in an horror movie…..horror movie? Have I ever seen that before? Well, at least, I’m sure I have, because then I looked like it.

I cried bitterly. Until Joe did the unthinkable! I still have no idea how he did it. How he gave me this perfect skin and perfect face and perfect identity. I have everything to start a new life with.  So why do I feel as if something terribly is still missing ….?

Well, maybe because I need to know what happened to me! I really need to know! What was my name? What was I doing? What happened to me?

These are questions that no one will answer except for me….I really need to know…..yet, I am so afraid of what I will find …Really …I am……

Okay wait a minute! What was that?

I sat upright and looked around me Everyone seemed to be either sleeping or dozing off, yet something had caught my attention…..

Just then, something pulled my arm again and then I looked behind me….

There was a little boy of not more than five years, looking up at me. At first, my heart skipped a beat but when he smiled, showing me those gaps in his teeth, my heart melted.

I smiled back and took his little hand. I wanted to ask if he lost his way, I wanted to ask for his name and for his daddy and mummy but I couldn’t…my tongue was tied, so I just held his little hand and smiled at him.

Somehow that instant, all my worries seemed to fly away as I held the hand of the little guy. But where did he come from? I was sure his parents would be worried about him.

I looked around me but I saw no one looking worried or anxious about a little boy. Everywhere was peaceful and quiet so I decided to take the boy for a walk down the aisle, probably he would spot his parents.

Slowly, I unfastened my seatbelt and I stood up. Taking another look at Lisa, I was glad she was still sleeping peacefully. The blanket with which she covered herself was falling off so I picked it up and covered her with it, with only her face showing. Then I turned to my new friend and together we began to walk down the cabin….

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ANIKA

This was such a bad idea….

I shouldn’t have asked Tom to go ahead with the plan of visiting home…I should have convinced him to come alone…

I sighed. There were just few of us in the first class cabin. Tom was sitting with some people as they ate and drank excitedly.

This wasn’t my life…this shouldn’t be my life….six years gone by and I still think about Fred. Tommy has been a great man, he has done everything to make myself and my son happy, yet there is still a part of me that believes I am doing the wrong thing.

Fred is dead! I must learn how to cope with that! He was my first love and we had several plans together, some of the plans that I was able to achieve with Tom….

I never had all these thoughts ever since we settled in the United Kingdom…Fred was gone  and I have been living a good life with my new family but with the opening of a new gallery in Africa, all the thoughts just came back with it…I lied to Tom that I was okay with it, he knew about my past relationship and he believed I have moved on…I need to make it stay that way, especially for my son….

“Baby, is Freddie not with you?” I shouted from where I was sitting so he could hear me.

“No babe.

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. Is he not with you?” He shouted back and I quickly stood up.

“What do you mean he is not with you Tom?” I could sense panic in my voice, well, I was panicking. Tom stood up immediately and we began to look for Freddie.

My heart was beating so fast and I was already in tears. Tommy spoke with the guards who had to alert the rest of the passengers about a missing little boy.

“Did he board the plane with you madam?” One of the air hostesses asked.

“Ofcourse he did. He was just right here some minutes ago!” I replied, my voice quavering. I was already having headache. Everyone was looking worried now as the whole crew knew a boy was missing. There were noises and murmurs.

“There’s a boy in the economy class that fits the description.” A voice said from the loudspeaker. The cotton that separated the economy class was shifted and some guards with Tommy stepped out..I followed.

“There he is!” I shouted , pointing at  my little boy who was in the arm of some man……

Tommy reached him first and took Freddie from him, I rushed to embrace my son…

“Oh darling! ” I said, kissing Freddie all over.

“What right do you have to steal a kid from his mother?” Tommy demanded, facing the unknown man…

“Are you deaf or something? Don’t you know how to report a missing kid? Where were you taking him to?”

The man was quiet still, the next thing I knew was Tommy hit him so hard that the poor man lost his balance…..

“Tommy…please…” I shouted pulling  him back….

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Shouted a lady who was now rushing forward to the man….

“That boy came on his own and he was just going to report to the guards! How could you hit him like that?” She demanded, now confronting Tommy and me.

“Why didn’t he say something?” Tommy asked.

“Because he’s mute that’s why!” She shouted back at us and I felt terrible.

“Oh my God ! I am so sorry!” I apologized, now stepping in between them, and trying to help the man up. His nose was beginning to bleed…

”Please forgive my husband and I. It was just….” I started…

“Shut it! You people have done enough. If you are not ready to look after a kid you shouldn’t have given birth to one!” She snapped at us before taking the man back to his seat.

I felt bad and taking Freddie’s hand , I followed my husband back to our cabin but before the cotton shifted finally…I could see the man as his girlfriend helped to clean his nose and he was looking at me too…..

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Okay guys, so what do you think? Isn't it ironical how Freddie(Vincent) got beaten up because of his own son! Lol...let's ssee how this turns out....Comments!