My Saving Grace

When Arianna is stuck in an abusive marraige at only 19 and she decides to dissapear... who will be her Saving Grace?

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3. Chapter 3

   “Ma’am, Ma’am!!” Someone said shaking me awake. I fluttered my eyes open and saw a woman in front of me. “We’re at the airport.” She said with a British accent. “Oh my! Thank you so much!” I said grabbing my bag. “No problem!” She said flashing me a smile before scurrying off. I stood up and started walking down the aisle. “Have a good evening Miss!” The bus driver said nodding his head. I pressed my lips together in a smile before getting off.

   Everywhere I looked there were people pushing to get past. It was like a foreign country there. I walked up to an assistant counter. “Hello, how may I help you?” The man asked. “I need a one-way plane ticket.” I said. “Ok…” He said curiously. “Do you have a certain destination?” He asked. “Anything far from here.” I said looking around nervously. I was paranoid that Konnor was going to find me. “Um, we have a lot of destinations available. We have California, Washington-” He said before I cut him off. “I need somewhere out of the U.S.” I said. He gave me a confused look. “Alright, we have Canada, South America, um United Kingdom-” He said before I cut him off again. “The United Kingdom please.” I said. “Ok, how about flying into Manchester?” He asked. “Perfect.” I said.

  “You’re total is $1,789.” He said. “For one-way?!” I asked getting worried. I didn’t have that much money. “Yes ma’am.” He said. Tears formed in my eyes. “Miss?” I heard a familiar British accent say. I turned around and saw the woman that woke me up on the bus. “You forgot your ticket on the bus!” She winked. “I, uh, um.” I stuttered. “Well, go on take it!” She said handing me the ticket. I turned to the man and he was busy with another customer.

   “This isn’t my ticket Ma'am.” I said shaking my head. “You’re right, it’s mine, but you need it more than I do.” She said. I furrowed my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest. “Why do you think that?” I asked. “Love, I can read you like a book. You’re running from something or someone.” I shivered as she said ‘someone’. “How would you even know?” I said harshly. “Who would need a one-way ticket to Manchester at 10 o’clock at night with only a small bag of belongings?” She asked. “I, uh.” I muttered. “Take it. I’ll catch the next flight.” She smiled warmly and placing the ticket in my hand. “May I have a phone number or maybe a name? I owe you a lot.” I said. “You don’t owe me anything.” She said placing a kiss on my cheek. Before I knew it she was scurrying off. “A name?” I shouted. “Karen! Karen Payne!” She winked.

“International flight 17495 to Manchester International Airport is now boarding!” A woman said over the speaker. “That’s me!” I mumbled. I turned to the busy airport and sighed. “An escape.” I hurried to the terminal and stood in line with my ticket. Karen Payne. That was a name I had to remember. I owed her a lot.

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