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Couldn't Thank You Enough PT 4
Hope you enjoy. Dedicated to MJ and everyone here. I could tell Rosa was much younger than me by the way she acted. She definitely had a lot of growing up to do. "So what made you decide to move to America?" "Oh, my papa needed better work here. I didn't like it at first, but I got use to it. Use to it a lot." She put emphasis into "a lot" "How old are you?" "If I told you, I would have to slit your throat and bury you." I gasped and tugged the collar of my shirt. "Ah, Dios mio. I'm only kidding with you mama. Lighten up." I exhaled feeling so uncomfortable. That girl was truly nuts. "I'm 23...you?" "32." "Really? I would of guess 40." "I'm insulted. Do I really look that old?" "Okay, you look 32." "Great answer." There was a awkward silence for awhile, then all of a sudden I started to kinda feel the withdraw from not using for such a period a time. I had to talk to Rosa to keep my mind off of it. "Where you headed Rosa?" I gripped the handle of the seat feeling the cold sweat. "...To a funeral." "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. I feel for you." I half smiled with closed mouth and grasped her hand. "No, don't feel bad. I'm just going to see if the hijo de puta is really dead." "That's pretty harsh Rosa." "Yeah, I know. But where are you going amiga?" "To visit a friend." "You know people overseas?" "Yeah, my friend moved to London a few years ago." "London huh? I'm going there too." "Thank god." "Gracias Guadalupe." She giggled, then stop to look at me. "You look a little pale.. You okay? I shook my head quickly. "Yeah, just a little sick." "I've got water and a pill in my purse." I reached my hand over my chest quickly with my eyes closed. "That'll be fine." Withdraw wasn't no joke. I had been through it before, and it was the most excrusciating and uncomfortable thing ever. I wouldn't wish it on my worse enemy. Rosa tried helping me as it got worse, but I was becoming so agitated. I was sweating uncontrollably and I had the shakes. "Rosa, I can't stop shaking." "Chica, do you need me to get someone?" "NO!, just keep talking to me until I fall asleep." "You're scaring me." I yanked at her shirt. "Just keep fucking talking to me." My lips quivered and I couldn't stop fidgetting around. I was so irritated I started to cry. Near by passagers looked in our direction to see what was wrong, even a flight attendant came to see what all the comotion was about. "Is there a problem?" "No, my friend is just dealing with the lost of a family member." Rosa lied. She frowned her face in sympathy and patted my shoulder. "I'm sorry for your lose miss." I shook my head. "Just press the button when you need me." "Okay." Rosa said in her accent. "Rosa, I feel so sick, and I'm sorry that you have to baby me like this." "It's alright amiga, lay your pretty head. She lifted her arms like she was attempting to do a ballet move and I slowly laid my head in her lap. Rosa caressed my hair and quietly sang a Spanish lalluby to me. "A la nanita nana, nanita ella, nanita ella. Mi Nina tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea." Her voice was so swan. In no time I was sleeping peacefully, out of that misery, not feeling anymore pain. Hours went past, and I woke up to the plane hitting ground. I rubbed my eyes and lifted my head to look around. I looked to Rosa and her head was slumped over as she slept. The pilot soon came on, and I shook Rosa to wake up. "Rosa, it's time to wake up. We're here. We're in London." She groaned, "Five more minutes chica." "No, everyone is getting off." She grunted and got up. "Maldita sea, todo lo que quiero es dormir un poco maldita." I had no clue what she said, "Yeah, whatever." She started down the isle and down the stairs and I followed close behind. "London, here I come." "You're just here for a funeral, you shouldn't be having fun." "Like I said, I just wanted to see if the fucker was really dead." "You have no shame." I started to walk off heading for the enterance of the airport. "Hey, I'm only kidding," She walked behind me like a little kid and squeezed my shoulders. "Live a little, old woman." I smacked her hand away and stuck my tongue out. "Puta." She stopped and gasped. "You did not just call me a bitch." I turned around walking backwards and laughing. "I think I just did." As soon as I went in the airport, I went over to the convator thing and grabbed my bag, then I turned around and seen a man holding up a sign with my name on it. Rosa came behind me and talked closely in my ear. "I guess it's time for you to go amiga. Maybe I'll see you soon." "Yeah, maybe we'll meet on our way back." I turned and faced her. "I had a great time amiga." "That's for you to say. Thanks for comforting me." "Anytime." She smiled. "Bye." "Adios." She pulled me into a hug. Me and Rosa were gonna see eachother soon. TOO soon... TBC... Hope you enjoyed it. -Samone:)♥
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