Not that Caged, Little Bird AnymoreMature

I giggled as we made our way through the parking lot of the airport, the sun was shining down on us in the heights of its azure kingdom. I felt so naughty, yet so free as we ran hand-in-hand to Sasha's car at the far end of the parking lot. The sound of the sea had completely drowned away the cries of my mother and filled my heart with joy on the single thought that I wouldn't be that little, caged bird anymore. Instead, I was given the choice to live and love and to leave everything that was harmful. Finally we got to her car and immediately she inserted the car key in the ignition and let the car slowly roar to life for the long trip away from insanity that awaited both of us.

We were breathless and neither of us talked much, it was enough to hold our gazes and feel the warmth of each other's hand.

"I'm so glad you chose me," whispered Sasha, before leaning on me and kissing me full on the lips.

"Thanks for giving me the option," I said when our lips parted, and brushed them lightly against hers. "Do you have a plan now?"

"Yeah," she breathed, holding my face with both her hands as our foreheads connected. I nibbled playfully at her lower lip and she smiled. "First and foremost, let's get the hell out of here."

I let out another laugh and Sasha's hand were on the steering wheel, driving her car out of the airport. I felt much more freedom now that the airport was but a mere line in the horizon, but this feeling was accompanied with guilt but not regret.

"What will happen to us?" I asked fearfully.

"I don't know," Sasha answered, "but you're big enough to decide for yourself now, Cerice. Nobody can tell you what to do, you're the only one that can pave the way of life you want to live, regardless of what your parents want you to become."

I dropped my head and replayed those hurtful words from both my parents. The phrase I most remembered was when they told me I "had become everything they didn't want me to become". What they told me hurt, not because they were right, but because they were wrong and didn't understand that what I am is what I always was and I chose to be that way. I couldn't live up to their expectations, I had to live and stand by my beliefs first."I know," I muttered.

"Cerice, what do you reckon your parents will do now that they know you're gone?" Sasha asked casually. She wasn't worried at all and I oh-so loved her carefree manner.

I thought for a minute, "my father hates drama, I doubt he would allow my mother to go to the police for this. I think they'll try to reason with me first before calling on police brutality, as my father denotes all the law-enforcement organizations around the world." I grinned widely and felt grateful for my father's conservative and sort of peaceful, and laid-back ways. I almost forgot he was the one who kicked Sasha out of the house last night. "Hey Sasha," my face was burning with shame, "how is your arm? I hope my father didn't mistreated you enough to hurt you..."

Sasha laughed, "don't worry about it, at least he didn't shoot me. He looked as if he wanted to."

"That would be my mother's first reaction," I laughed. Both of us were caught in a fit of laughter and when everything ended I said, "where are we going?"

"To a beach house nearby," she responded, "courtesy of Rosalita. I asked her if we could use her spare beach house close to the airport for a weekend on our own. I left all this drama out of the conversation."

I smiled, "I always enjoyed beach houses near airports, though the stars aren't as brilliant as in other places I still love to confuse the aeroplanes with stars."

"You're sweet," she smiled.


The beach house was smaller but comfortable. It was noon by the time we arrived. My cellphone was on in case my parents tried to reached me there but it hadn't rang so far. What were my parents thinking now? They have not called and I was well over two hours missing, had something happened to them? No. I tried not to let those thoughts interfere with my release. The beach house was one story, and we were lying on the bed, watching at the ocean glimmering under the sun. Sasha rolled over me and kissed me on the lips, I returned her kiss with passionate affection.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down on me. "I love you," she whispered.

I pushed myself up with my elbows so that I could kiss her again. Something in me wanted to hold her forever and never let her go, that same something urged me into saying the following, "prove it." I smiled and we embraced again, our lips tightly together in a crushing kiss.

The End

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