Page 2 of Milo
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I take a deep breath as my eyes flicker open. I feel like I’ve been sleeping for a hundred years.
There is an incessant beeping noise in the background that has my mind swirling with what it could be. It doesn’t sound like a gun or a phone… What could it be?
“Baby,” I hear being whispered next to my ear.
I flick my heavy eyelids a little to clear out the fog in my eyeballs. I don’t know I’m so foggy, but it scares me. Whatever just happened to me, could I be blind? I hope not.
“Isidora, please look at me!” Milo’s voice cuts through my thought process and the taking stock of my body.
I feel my arms and I feel my legs. I’m not paralyzed which is good. “Yes?” I croak.
My throat is very dry and my tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth. I feel like I have been eating sand this whole time and I need something to drink to wash it down with.
I flick my eyelashes a couple of times to have some movement as I stare down Milo. Never in my life have I ever been this afraid before or that close to dying before and a choice has to be made.
“I got accepted to a college in the States. I want you to come with me.”
Chapter One
Isidora
“We are now boarding flight-” I hear come over the intercom and check my ticket to make sure I’m boarding the right plane.
I yawn at the thought of being on another plane when all I would like to do is crawl into a nice warm bed.
“Tickets, ma’am?” A woman demands with her hand out expectantly.
I hand her over my ticket and then stand in line behind about thirty other people who are on their way to the Athens Airport.
I’m about to go back to the one place I thought I would never come back to. I have made a life for me in the States and I’m very successful. The thought of coming back here and facing the very men who have helped shape the woman I am now is troubling.
When I left Greece seven years ago, I hit the ground hard in the States. I graduated with my doctorate earlier than a lot of over people have and am now one of the most sought-after profilers in the country. I have been instrumental in the incarceration of over forty people in the course of my short career. I’m very proud of myself.
My issue? Being in Greece again.
I haven’t spoken to anyone since I left besides Octavious. I don’t really think he counts as he is my brother. The one person I’m apprehensive about seeing again is Milo. The man who broke my heart shortly after I almost died. I haven’t forgotten what happened and I doubt he did either.
I’m seated in my seat in a matter of seconds before closing my eyes to have a moment to chill out. Flying makes me nervous and always has.
I begin running through the first time I spoke to Jamar Alexander, the thirteen year old male who murdered his whole family. In the end, a total of five people lost their lives that day I’m the one they call in to see if he will talk about what happened.
The thought of seeing him again has my stomach churning because he looks at me like is trying to find out how to eat my soul. There is no other way to describe his creepy nature.
Leaning over to grab a file out of the bag for reference to Jamar’s case and situation, I see something out of the corner of my eye. It is a bright flash that almost blinds me. Who the hell is taking pictures of me? Who would want to take my picture?
I have been out of Octavious’s grasp for seven years and have had no problems making a new life for myself. I don’t want to go back to Greece and see the same ol’ people.
The same ol’ man who broke my heart while I was in the hospital. The same man who despite how many times I called him and wrote him letters hasn’t responded to anything. Not even a one-worded answer to let me know he was okay.
One of the last times I spoke to my brother was about a year ago. Octavious has always been the more reserved type and wants everything to run as smoothly as possible. Unfortunately, in The Andino Family there is no such thing as a smooth ride.
I feel the plane start to take off when I see another flash. This time I look at the direction that is taking my picture trying to see who it is. I’m nobody now and I like that. I don’t want to deal with all of the drama and bull shit that comes with being involved in this family.
“Hello?” I call out into the loud airplane. Some people are starting to settle down while others are speaking louder and louder to be heard over the hum of talking.
The flight attendant is standing dutifully next to me with an expectant smile. “Are you all right, miss?”
