Icing on the Cake

~128~

I could be killed. I could be tortured. I could be put in a prison and spend the rest of my life in a Middle Eastern prison.

I wept. I wept that I might die or be tortured. I wept that I may never be free again. I wept that I may never see Calum or my children ever again.

Who I assumed to be a security agent barged into the room. He didn’t really say anything. He just handed me a plane ticket and told me to follow him.

I looked at the plane ticket, but it was all in Arabic. I couldn’t read it; it all looked like a bunch of meaningless scribbles to me.

The agent lead me to a gate and told me to walk on the plane. I was terrified. I just did what he said. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I just knew that I had to do what he wanted. I was so terrified.

I walked on the plane. The agent already gave me back my passport.

The plane looked like a standard commercial plane. I sat down in my seat. An African-American guy who was probably in his 40s sat down next to me.

“Do…you speak English?” I asked sheepishly.

He looked at me stupidly. “Yes…I speak English.” He said perfectly. Was this plane going to an English speaking country?

As I was about to make a fool out of myself by asking where the plane was going, a stewardess started speaking English on the intercom.

“Welcome to Flight 679, Dubai to Johannesburg.”

I sighed a gasp of relief. I was leaving Dubai. I was going to Johannesburg. I was going to South Africa. I was going to a country where I wouldn’t be persecuted. Where I could fly home to Australia.

I took out my phone to call Calum.

“I’m coming home.” I said to Calum, crying tears of relief.

Notes

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!! I GOT MY COMPUTER BACK!!

Chapter 130. You'll meet the Ghost of Christmas past. An old character is coming back.

Only 10 days till Christmas WOO