“Hey you, out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?” – Hey You, Pink Floyd
There’s something about burning bridges with toxic people that refreshes your very soul. It feels like I’m breaking free of the bondage ropes that secured me in my old, unhappy life. I’ve given myself a second chance, a chance to be better, happier than I was. A chance to succeed.
I feel myself smile as I watch the runway speed past the small plane window of first class. London would soon be gone. My ‘to be’ husband would be left down the isle at the church, embarrassed and angry in exactly ten minutes. People knew this would happen, anyway. He was known for his violent and owning tendencies. He likes to own women as property, and I was stupid enough to have fallen into that ugly trap.
I was lucky enough to receive a large sum of money just two weeks before the wedding. The wedding I wouldn’t attend. The money had come from my mother, pleading me to get myself out of the sour situation and to join her in her Spanish villa. Of course, I agreed. I didn’t want to marry that possessive cunt, never in a million years.
England was under a light spreading of clouds now. I could see the landscape every so often through a cloud separation. The view was beautiful. It felt good knowing I was no longer tying the knot with someone that had forced me to marry. I could finally breathe.
“Good evening, miss. Can I get you anything?” The stewardess broke the silence of my private pod. I look across to her and I’m greeted by a friendly smile and bright eyes. Cabin Crew always looked so happy and full of joy.
“Can I get some water please? Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Love your necklace, by the way. Looks really cute.” I compliment her as she hands me a bottle of cool water. It was cute. The dainty silver carefully hugged a single jewel in the centre of her chest. It sparkled in the white light of the aircraft.
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“Oh, thank you!” She smiles even more brightly and instinctively reaches for the necklace to touch it.
“If you need anything else, let me know.” She saunters away to tend to someone else.
The flight to Spain was calm and easy. First class is so much nicer than economy, obviously. There’s so much comfort and space that I hardly wanted to leave when we landed.
Mother met me at the airport, her arms wide open and tears streaming down her face.
“Oh my darling!” She coos lightly and hugs me close to her body. “I’m so glad you came, I was so worried for you.”
“And if it wasn’t for you, I’d be married with that arse by now.” I rubbed my mothers back lightly and parted from her vice-like hug.
“Anything for my baby girl.” She smiles and rubs a thumb across my cheek. “How was the flight?” I love my mother, the way she’s so incredibly open and loving. You wouldn’t put her a day over forty years old, the Spanish sun has done her good. Today she’s wearing a cute yellow sunflower playsuit, something you’d see the younger generation wear, but she pulls it off better than any underweight teenager. Her sunhat is so huge it manages to cover her entire body with shade.
“The flight was very comfortable. I need to travel first class more often.” I follow mother through the airport and across to the car that was parked up.
“I’m so glad. And I’m glad you got away from Paul when you could. That man was bad news, Fiona. There’s plenty of nice guys here. “ Mother hauls my bag into the boot of the fancy car.
“Is that why you like it here so much?” I smile.
“Is it ever, sweetie! English men have nothing on the locals here, you’ll see.”
I laugh to myself at her honest reply.
“Now, let’s get you home and settled, shall we? There’s a pool and beach with your name on it.” She winks at me and slides herself into the drivers seat.
Beach and pool? Bring it on, Spain!