Its all about control CH 8

Hunter and Shawn gathered there things, rounded up Imara, and piled into their car. Shawn was driving them to the airport to fly back home. Imara remained silent. She had this feeling in the pit of her stomach, this wasn’t going to be good, but what choice did she have. They parked the car in the garage and unloaded their luggage. Shawn and Hunter whispered to each other frequently while Imara just went through the motions. She lost interest in their conversation after they came up with this silly idea. Shawn accompanied them to check in and all the way to the end of the security line. Then the goodbyes came. Imara, politely, removed her headphones and turned to Shawn.
“Imara, do not let Hunter do anything but take it easy. He earned this time off.” He tried to lighten the mood.
“I enjoyed spending time with you Shawn.” She responded.
“Imara, it is going to be okay. This is the right thing to do. Be strong, I will come visit you guys as soon as I can.” Shawn grabbed her in a tight hug. At first she fought it, but realizing his compassion was genuine, she gave in to the emotion. She hugged him tightly back. A lonely tear escaped the clutches of her eye and stained Shawn’s shirt. Her ice cold exterior these last few days was slowly breaking down. Shawn grabbed her face and looked her square in the eye. “You are going to be fine. We are going to take care of you. It’s okay, you are finally safe now, darling. Breathe.” He kissed her for head as another rebellious tear fell down her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb, and gave her one last long look. He turned to Hunter, “Take care of our girl Hunter. Ill visit as soon as I can.” The men embraced in a testosterone hug, you know, the hug where they never actually embrace fully, just a double arm pat on the back. Imara chuckled inside, these men, she thought.
As Hunter and Imara turned to enter the security lines, Imara heard her name.
“Imara! Imara, wait one second, please!”
She turned to see who was calling her name. To her unbelievable delight, it was Shane. She dropped her bags and ran to him. “Shane!” She grabbed him tightly.
“Hi Ima…” He sighed hugging her back. “I had to see you before you left. I am glad I made it in time.” He rubbed her back lovingly. “I am sorry I couldn’t keep you safe. Hunter will do a great job though I am sure of it. He is so strong. He will protect you better than I ever did.”
Imara couldn’t fight her emotion anymore. This has all been so crazy. She cried, again. This cry was different than earlier. She was allowing herself to feel what she had been fighting rather than crying out all of the fear and frustration. Onto her brother’s expensive suit, she let the warm liquid fall from her eyes. It was a different cry though. As scared as she was, she was starting to feel strong, and safe. Imara began to let the emotion she had been fighting over come her, and it was scary. When her last tear fell she pulled away from her brother. He, like Shawn, grabbed her face in his hands.
“You are going to be just fine now, okay? I will come out and see you whenever I can. Talk to Hunter, let him in all of the way. He will help you if you let him. We all care about you.” He kissed her cheek, the way brothers do. “I love you Imara.”
Imara looked at her brother, holding his hands on her face. “I love you too, Shane.”
He let her go as she walked back to Hunter and her luggage, and the future. She looked back a couple times. When she got back to the line with Hunter, he smiled at her.
“Are you ready for this?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She sighed. She waved one last time at Shawn and Shane, who just stood, watching them as they made their way through security and to their gate.

“She’s gonna be okay, right Shawn?” Shane asked.
“Hunter will take good care of her. He really cares about her man. You should hear some of the tricks he pulled to get her to trust him. She’s going to be fine. Come on, let’s get back to work before anyone suspects anything.” Shawn and Shane turned, and made their way out of the airport.

**
Hunter and Imara got their seats and buckled in. Hunter gave Imara the window seat. He was surprised she hadn’t put her music back in her ears. Maybe she would talk to him. He let her stare out of the window a while before he started up a conversation.
Hunter smiled and helped himself to one of her ear phones. As she turned to see what he was doing, he pressed play on her MP3 player. He was surprised to hear Poison rock out from the small device. A smile crept up on his face.
“Wow Imara, I didn’t know you had it in you.”
Imara smiled at him. “What? You thought I was pining away from some washed up boy band? Please.” She rolled her eyes.
Hunter took notice of the smile in her eyes. She was playing with him. She was almost happy. As the plane began to gain speed Hunter grabbed Imara’s hand tightly. She squeezed back.
Once they hit altitude, Imara, who had been planning this conversation since they boarded the plane began to speak. “Hunter, look, about what happened earlier, I am really sorry. I was wrapped up in emotion. You were trying to make me feel better and safe. The only other person who has ever done that is Shane and I just wasn’t sure what I was feeling. I acted out of my ass and I am sorry.”
“Imara, I understand. We both got a little caught up in that room. Don’t worry about it okay? It is over and done with and in the past. Let’s just focus on the future. We are going to Connecticut and we are going to have a blast! I haven’t had time off in a very long time and you need a good time. I’m happy you’re coming home with me.” Hunter smiled down at her, stroking her hair.

***
Vince watched the group say their goodbyes and the airport. He hid inside a restaurant near by. He watched the tearful hugs and emotion out pour. He watched that bitch play the victim. What did they think they were doing, he was the only victim here. He fought to control himself to avoid being seen by the party. He couldn’t risk them knowing he was there. The only way this would work is if they didn’t know he was there. He watched Shane and Shawn head back to work after watching the other two check into security. When He was sure they were out of sight, Vince made his way to a counter.
“Hi, I need to be on your next flight to Connecticut.” He slammed down his visa.
“Oh, I’m sorry sir you just missed a flight.” The vested woman responded, pretending sympathy. “The next flight isn’t for a few hours.”
“I don’t care, just get me on the flight.”
“You know sir, that tone won’t help this situation. Oh and it looks as if we only have coach seats available left, is that going to be alright?”
“Listen woman, I do not care about anything but getting on that flight. GET ME THAT DAMNED TICKET!” He roared through clenched teeth.
“Someone has no manners.” She responed, unaffected by his anger.
Who is this bitch? Thinking she can talk to me, Vincent Kennedy McMahon like that! If I wasn’t in such a hurry I would teach her a lesson she would NOT soon forget.
She slid him the ticket and began to explain what the abbreviations were when he just snatched the ticket from her hand.
“I do not care, I just need the ticket.” He stormed off.
He spent his time stewing in his anger. His blood was practically boiling out of his skin he was so angry. He could hardly wait to get his hands around her little neck and squeeze as tight as he could. She would regret ruining this for him.
When he took his seat in a crowded cabin, he was squeezed in between an oversized business man who had no understanding of personal space and a woman in the most offensive sweater he had ever seen. Oh she is going to pay for this…