Chapter 138 need space
"Miss, miss the plane has landed", A feminine voice called through the darkness, breaching past the bleary black that I was put into. I gasped sharply for breath. I expected clean fresh air but l was rather met with a sickening yet a familiar stench of urine, sweat and musk. It was almost like the feeling of being jolted back to life with a defibrillator.
My head hurt so badly, a strong headache gnawing painfully at the intial intake. My eyes were wide open but my vision was blurry. Other than that there was also this loud buzzing sound in my ears when I tried to focus on the scenery before me. I squirted my eyes from the bright light that nearly blinded me before closing them to get used to the brightness. After several seconds, l fully opened up my eyes like a new born baby. The clean and neat rows of chairs and cabin walls told me what l needed to know. I was still in the airplane.
A pretty flight attendant was crouched in front of me but with her hand on her knees. She was calling out to me but hesistant to touch me. I was stinking. "Miss", The flight attendant called again and this time it dragged out of my morbid thoughts. "Where is this.
..where am l?", My voice was dry and hoarse . "We in Bishkek at Manas international airport, do you need help with that?",. She asked politely with patience while pointing at the seat belt. I didn't have that patience though, l just unbuckled the seat at a pretty good speed.
I shakily got back to my feet. My legs were rather numb from sitting for so long. Offhandedly she made a move to catch me but I pulled her back as quick as possible. "Bish...kek", l stuttered trying to repeat the word but failed rather miserably. "It's Bishkek", She repeated before motioning me towards the front door of the aircraft where the other attendants we're waiting patiently in an orderly manner.
Glancing around at the all empty luggage storage compartments. I was unsure of how to proceed. Brian had planned it well, he made it obvious that I remain with nothing and just rot in a foreign country. There was nothing in my pockets.
No money
No phone
No identification card
Nothing.
Puzzled l didn't even know how l managed to walk from the airplane to the airport. My mind was slightly buzzed from the after effects of the drugs. Shakily l managed to seat myself on one of the waiting chairs. People stared before turning their gazed from me. I sighed deeply shaking my head to clear the drowsiness that wouldn't let me concentrate.
On top of everything, l had no passport. This only meant that it was impossible to get back on the plane and head back home. I was totally stranded, l couldn't even sneak in the luggage. I was stranded in the middle of no where, whose name I couldn't even pronounce. I was afraid to leave the airport, at least getting someone who speaks English would help me but my impression was scaring them away already.
I shivered at the thought.
After asking a couple of airport staff , l quickly figured it out that they didn't have a public shower at this airport. There was only an airport lounge with showers but it was offered to those who had a departure boarding pass. I was now fucked up. With a long sigh , l got back on my feet and looked around at all the signs in search of a bathroom.
Although there was a language barrier, the universal sign for the bathrooms didn't change. I didn't have to worry so much since the signs came from English. Everywhere l did walk , people cleared their way probably from my stench. I had all the urine and semen on me. I lowered my head and quickly walked in the bathroom ignoring everyone like they ignored me.
Most of them were quick to leave and move on with their businesses. I ignored all their quick glances and stood in front of the hand sink, staring at the image replicated in the mirror. I looked terrible more than when I was sold to Idris. There was a giant bruised bump on my head from when the door slammed on my head but it was easily hidden behind my hair.
I swept a patch of hair off my forehead and flinched when I noticed the condition of my hands. The knuckles we're all bloody red with open cuts and bruises. The skin felt extremely raw and painful. Just the thought of what happened and the stench that was emitting from my body , l couldn't help the sour feeling in my throat.
Before I could stop myself , my stomach heaved painfully and l bent over the trash can full of used paper towels. I literally puked out everything that was left in my stomach. It was pretty much nothing except the yellow acidic liquid. I didn't stop until I was dry and tears streamed down my face in messy streaks.
I felt honestly humiliated and ashamed and yet it wasn't my fault. Am just a human who wasn't around at the time they killed his mate but he did this to me. I wasn't raped but that sickening behavior was so humiliating. I didn't even know what they were up to. Heaving one last time, l washed my whole face with water and antibacterial soap that was provided by the airport stuff.
The hand soap was really harsh but I had to wash my face to get off the semen and urine. People still entered in the bathroom but I ignored them , l just went on with washing my neck and hands with the hand soap. After a moment of thinking, l thought about of washing myself together with the clothes.
Though people few people were now entering inside, l didn't shower quickly. The scent in the bathroom was becoming nauseating. It smelled vicious and l needed to leave to give them space.