Blye, S Part 1. Chapter One: Flying home.


The pain didn't hurt at first, but was all the lies that killed me. If it wasnt to the fact that I was sat down on the edge of the bed in my hotel room, I'dve probably destroyed the room. I decided to ring my godfather to tell him to expect me afternoon US time as it was half 11 here in London and that I'd be flying out tonight.

Boy Los Angeles was going to be fun.

I decided to pace the room, from the door to the window running my fingers through my long brunette hair; I'd lost count of how many times I'd let out tiny sobs but then pulled myself together ten seconds later.

I walked over to the bedside table, where my IPhone lay. I ignored a text from Stacey, asking me if I wanted to go see Titanic in 3D with her but I already knew I couldnt as I'd be in LA. I decided to call my godfather to clear a few things before I came.

"Hello?" He yawned.

"Sorry" I apologized quickly, this was a habbit I had. "Did I wake you?"

"No sweetie, I'm just in bed with my girlfriend. What's up?"

I blushed. "Whoops, this isnt a good time is it?"

"No, no, no. Don't worry sweetie, it's fine. What did you want to talk about?" He insisted.

"Could you pick me up at the airport please? I don't know if I want to tell her straight away" I sighed, sitting on the side of my bed.

"Yeah, thats fine hon. I don't mind, do you mind if my girlfriend comes?" He asked quietly.

"No, thats cool. I wouldn't mind meeting her to be honest. What's she like?" I asked, putting my phone on speaker as I started packing my suitcases.

"Am I on speaker, Sasha? Yeah, I can tell why?" He asked, I could tell he was getting out of bed.

"Because I'm packing, my cab or ride as you yanks call it is coming get me in the next half hour. So tell me what's your girlfriend like?" I asked, placing my seven pairs of tights and three t-shirts into one small brown case.

"She's very pretty, she's a intelligence analyst and I reckon you'll get on great with her kiddo" He said, I could hear the sound of coffee being poured.

"What time is it over there?" I asked, putting my essentials into my black Dolce and Galbanna handbag.

"Half 7 in the morning, my girlfriend is up do you wanna talk to her while I go make breakfast?" He asked.

"Yeah, okay. But tell her it's going to be quick cuz my cab is here" I said, taking my phone off speaker and letting porter taking my cases.

"Hello?" A small voice said on the other end of the line.

"Hi there!" I said, brightly. Locking my hotel door, before walking down a corridor and into an elevator.

"So your Sasha, your godfather's told me alot about you"

I laughed. "All good I hope, look I'm really sorry but could we continue this conversation when I get to LA?"

Now I felt guilty. "It's fine sweetheart" I heard her say.

I hung up after saying goodbye.

I made my way to the cab and told the driver to go straight to Heathrow Airport once I was in and buckled.

I lifted my passport from bag, staring at my name.

SASHA IMELDA BLYE

For a second it just didnt seem right, but somehow I honestly does.