Rayn: JapanMature

To say I was clingy would be an understatement. I wouldn’t even let go of Kyle to go to the toilet alone. I don’t think he minded, though, which was just as well.

"Gorgeous, I've got something for you," he said with a smile. He handed me an envelope with a ribbon tied around it. Curiosity got the better of me and I actually managed to let go of the poor guy to open it. I tipped what was inside out into my hand to see two tickets to Tokyo and a new passport for me. I practically launched myself at Kyle, relieved tears already threatening to soak his hair, but he laughed. “Like it?”

“It’s perfect,” I sniffled, making him smile. He kissed the top of my head when I buried it in his neck, sort of trying to stop with the over emotional reaction I was having. “When can we go?”

“As soon as you want,” he smiled.

I turned my head so I could look up at him, “Tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he replied, kissing my head again.

“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a little more calm about the whole situation now.

“No problem.”

“Can you come to the shop with me? I never actually got anything ‘cause I saw him,” I asked kinda sheepishly. I mean, it was kinda embarrassing now, abandoning a cart full of shopping just because I saw someone who may or may not have been daddy.

“Sure. Maybe you should wear some shoes this time,” he laughed a little, and I smiled back, unable to keep the embarrassment out of it.

“Maybe.” He went and got my shoes for me. I managed to put them on myself though, I’m not that bad. I wanted a piggy back, which admittedly, was mostly just an excuse to cling to him in public. Y’know, I think Kyle must be some kind of saint putting up with me like this. He even tried to make the trip to the shop fun for me so I wouldn’t stare at people so much in an effort to see if daddy was here or not. He was trying to distract me, but it wasn’t the easiest task in the world. Between looking out for daddy and being vaguely distracted by Kyle’s efforts to stop me looking around, I was itching for my drugs. I felt kinda bad that Kyle wasn’t enough for me to be okay, but drugs were the only thing that I could think of to make me stop being so paranoid.

Though Kyle had been as quick as he could, it felt like an age going around the shop and getting back home. I cocooned myself in the duvet and huddled up in the corner of the sofa, chain smoking despite the growing need for something stronger. I didn’t want to upset Kyle any more than I probably had already. He sat with me, cuddling me through the duvet and I managed to relax into him a little, smushing my cigarette butt into the ashtray so I didn’t burn him with it.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

“It’s okay,” he said, the way he usually did. He put a film on for me while he went and packed for our trip to Japan. While he was busy with that, I snuck off into the bathroom and put the shower on to make it sound like I was just gonna have a shower. I didn’t really have any intention of getting in there. I’m sure you know what I was doing.


I was still high by the time we got on the plane. I had to say I was on strong meds because I was a nervous flier to even get on it. Kyle made sure I behaved, which wasn’t hard, given how spaced out I was. All he really had to do was make sure I walked the right way and sat down quietly. There wasn’t really any chance of me running around the plane causing havoc or anything.

Kyle played with my hair while we waited for takeoff. I gave him a slow, dopey smile and climbed on his lap so I could see out of the window. He laughed, wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on mine while I watched the ground disappear. It was kinda boring after that, it was just all blue and too bright so I shut the blind thing.

Noticing I was bored, Kyle brought out something to entertain me with. Luckily for him, I was as easy to entertain as a small kid, so it wasn’t much of a chore to keep me happy. He got tired though and ended up having a nap. I left him to it, but that meant all I had to do was stare at all the other people on the plane, trying to figure out if daddy was wearing a disguise, or if they knew where he was. Was he hiding?

"What're you staring at?" Kyle’s sleepy, confused voice said.  

“Making sure he didn’t follow us,” I mumbled.

"He hasn't, gorgeous. There's no way he could've known about those tickets."

“I- I know. Just making sure, y’know?” He kissed the top of my head and I looked up at him, leaning into him. He smiled. 

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