What was borrowed, What gets stolen, Who gets kidnapped?

It was a cold February night as my dad walked me into the Sacramento Airport. I hugged myself to try to keep the cold away. We approached the check-in desk and I pulled out my plane ticket.

"How old are you?" the lady asked me.

I looked at my dad.

"She is 12."

"Oh,well we have her on her as an unassisted minor, UM for short." the lady said eying me and my dad, "I am going to have to call the manager and tell him to change it. This might take a while."

"We dont have time for a while." I whispered to my dad.

"Oh," my dad said like he had just won the lottery, "You were born in 2000 so you are 11... she is 11."

"Ok Here is your badge make sure you wear it." the lady gave a shrug of her shoulders and we were off.

Nothing else was said between us as we headed towards security. Every couple of minutes my dad would look at me with an apologetic smile.

"It is fine Dad," I finally said," Everybody makes mistakes."

I know," he confessed as he took his shoes of for security," I just dont want you to be late."

"I wont... I love you."

"I love you too."

When we got to our gate they were calling everyone to board. I got to board first because I was a UM. I strolled down with the flight attendant and entered the plane. It was big and spacious with about 200 seats. The carpet was blue with red polka dots. And all of the windows were open letting the moon pour it`s light into the plane. I sat down at a seat in front next to the window. I could see myself in the glass: my blonde hair hung loosely over my shoulders and my light complexion looked almost pale.

"Hello, What is your name?" a tall skinny black haired lady asked me.

"Alicia," I said looking at her huge bright red stilettos.

"Well, is this seat taken Ms.Alicia?"

I didnt want to sit next to that diva but I didnt want to be rude either so I said "No, you can sit there."

She sat down. Her red cocktail dress going up a little to high showing me something I didnt want to see. Her boobs were almost completely out of her dress. She looked like a hooker with red french nails, she looked like she could do no harm.

I knew what her favorite color is:Red the color of blood.

Me and my friends used to joke about if someone was wearing lots of red they liked to kill and see the blood. We used to make fun of people at school because of that but we finally realized it was mean and we stopped. It was just funny how that triggered a memory like that. I thought about my friends and how fun they were to be around. And eventually I fell asleep with a pair of eyes boring into my head. Like a hawk stalking it`s prey it will keep stalking it until it gets it and kills it.

I awoke to the sound of the flight attendants` voice asking me if I wanted water. I asked for an Iced Tea. She quickly nodded her head and scurried off. I pulled my lucky pen out of my purse and started writing a reminder to check my phone on my hand.

"May I borrow that pen?" the hooker lady asked me.

"Sure... just make sure you give it back."

"I will, trust my darling." she gave me a sinister smile and started to write in a planner.

I shifted in my seat and she shifted her planner. I couldnt see it. I shifted again catching a glimpse of what she wrote, "-dnap Alicia. Follow-"

Then she shifted and I looked out the window uncomfortingly. All I could think was what does that mean "dnap" only if I saw the first part.

"Here is your Tea." the flight attendant said pushing the drink at me.

"Thank you very much." I sounded so insincere.

That little hit of fear, confusion, complexion, stress, and indifference made me sound angry. The lady in Red looked at me she gave me a revengeful look. I didnt know what I had did to her, but she was full of tricks sneeky, scary tricks.

I was very focused and alert after what I had seen in her planner. So focused on that that I totally forgot about my pen. Remembering about it just moments after she left the plane.

"Crud!!! I forgot my pen." I mumbled to myself while walking out and into the Las Vegas airport.

It was borrowed. And I hope it wasnt intentionally stolen. Today I made no allies, just 1 enemy.

The Las Vegas airport was huge and almost everywhere you looked there were slot machines and people shouted.

"Damn it, stupid slot I need more money."

I spotted my aunt an uncle sitting in the blue and yellow patterned seats. I waved trying to let them know I was coming. Through the crowd I pushed making my way to them. When I finally got there disapointment fell over me. They weren`t there. But there was something that let me know they were. My aunts cell phone sat on the seat. I looked around but everyone seemed totally oblivious to me. I followed my eye over to the window which was looking out on the parking lot. There she was, "The Lady in Red." hastily opening the trunk of her car. In her trunk she softly placed two extra-large duffel bags. Both barely unzipped letting me see something I hoped I wouldnt: my uncles hairy finger stuck out the hole. The Lady in red shoved his finger back in the duffel bag. Looking around cautiously to make sure no one saw. Not stopping one second to think I dashed out of the airport. The big automatic glass doors opened up quickly for me as if they knew I was in a hurry. I saw her brown Explorer make its way out of the parking spot. I had to do something I couldn`t ever get to her car in time. The Lady in Red turned to me. Her lips formed into a smirk. She mouthed the words, "Trust darling." She smacked her lips rubbing in her dark red lipstick. She gave me an evil wave. I looked right into her fiery eyes she looked right into mine. She put a finger up to her mouth and looked back to where my family was. With one more wave of her bony hand she back out and drove slowly out of the parking lot. Looking out her side-view mirror every couple of seconds, to see if I was still there. I was alright evaluating my plan to take her down.

I took my aunts phone out of my pocket slowly dialing the number of my Grammie.

"Hey D.I.L. whats up?" D.I.L means daughter in law and that is what my Grammie called my aunt.

"It is Alicia." I say, " I need you to come pick me up... we have a problem, explain when you get here."

"O.k. I will be right there." I heard my grammies voice reassure me.

"Not so fast." I heard another voice say.

I heard the phone drop and a scream in terror.

"Her or your son and daughter in law."

The words stung me with pain. It was The Lady in Red. How did she get there so fast? I could here my Grammie`s tears rolling down her aged face.

"Why?" I yelled at the phone.

Agin I heard her voice loud and clear, " It is for the best. Trust, Darling."

"Just shut up and give me my family!" I frustratingly yelled.

I heard the phone hang up and I started to sob.

Just then a miracle happened, the one thing I needed. As a hand was placed gently on my shoulder the grave voice asked, "Need a ride?"