Jen's Flight. Part 1
In the wee hours of the morning while the rest of her family slept she was packing. A towel wedged under her door assured the light in her room would not be visible from the hallway and invite anyone to inquire if she was OK, she was not OK. An old military duffel bag found at a garage sale was being methodically packed with her belongings.
Enough was enough she thought. Barred from dances and all sporting events by her overly protective mother she had no social life to speak of. Her requests and pleas to attend some school functions went unheard, even her fathers attempts to sway her mothers decisions were to no avail. It was a miracle she was allowed to hold a part time job at a local restaurant..
How she loved that job, she was a hard worker and it gave her a sliver of a social life. Her boss, Ms Libby Masters was a kind woman in her late twenties and she became something of a big sister of sorts and always available to answer questions that she dared not pose to her mother. Libby was pleased that Jen sought her wisdom as she had no little sister to share the wealth of knowledge she had acquired in college and being on her own.
The topic of her desire to leave home was broached to Libby on a very slow night at the restaurant, so they were able to discuss it at length. Libby made her aware of all the negative results that this type of action could result in, if intercepted while in flight she would be returned home and punishment was sure to follow.
"You probably wouldn't t see the outside until you reach 18.", she boss commented. "Any and all of your friends would be interviewed by the police as your mother would be convinced that you were hiding at one of our houses."
"How many people have you discussed this with? "
"No one but you."
"Good, keep it that way".
Jen's 16th birthday arrived and friends gathered at her parents house for a party. Her mom had invited many of her girl chums but no boys her own age. "You're to young to be thinking about boys," was her mothers standard response.
Then he arrived. He was recently made friend of her brothers, his name was Vlad. Tall, dark with moderate good looks and a great personality she had developed a crush on him on their first meeting, her mistake was telling her mom about it. Her moms response was to point out the fact that he was way to old for her him being 21, and continued that boys at that age only want one thing off a girl her age.
She made no more comments about her attraction to him but vowed to find a way to talk to him alone. As her birthday was on a Friday night the party was sure to go on for hours. Jen excused herself saying she was very tired and retreated to her room. Leaving all the lights off in her room she cracked open her door just a sliver so she could monitor the bathroom across the hall, it was designated as the guest bathroom.
So in the darkened room she waited, she didn't have to wait long. She heard footsteps on the stairs and through the slightly opened door she saw Vlad enter the bathroom, when he exited about a minute later she had her door wide open and she was the first thing he saw. She stepped into the hallway and placed her arms around him shoulders and her lips against his. They kissed deeply for a few minutes.
"I need to talk to you, alone," she requested.
"Whenever and wherever you chose."
"You know where I work, tomorrow morning around 5 am."
"See you then."
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