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stranded	By : litlbit Category: Individual Celebrities > Christian Bale Views: 4993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 14 The next afternoon after we received all the papers we needed we were put on a 747 in first class. We were to fly to California and then I was to take another flight to where I lived in the next couple of days. It was going to be a long flight. I didn't have much to bring, only what I had taken off the island and what I got from the hotel, which included a bunch of gift baskets. I was very nervous about being on the plane, but they arranged so that Christian could sit next to me. I was so happy about that. Tucked in my carry on bag was all the papers that I had signed and so that I could deposit the two checks I had received. It was a lot of money that would be deposited once I opened an account where I lived. I was happy that my I.D hadn't expired yet and I wasn't sure what was going to happen once I got home. I could live on it for the next 20 or so years and not have to work. I would have to think about it. I missed having a busy life of work and etc....
Christian sat next to me as I wrote in my journal. I had made sure they were carefully tucked in my carry on in case I wanted to ever write a book. I occasionally looked at Christian who was staring out of the window. The take off was the worst, but once we were in the air, I was ok I guess. I was very quiet and watched a movie they were showing during the flight. Christian finally tapped me on the arm and leaned in to whisper. "You'll keep in touch with me right?" I nodded, "Sure Christian." I lied. I went to the bathroom and then flushed the toilet; I washed my hands and then left the bathroom to sit next to Christian again. "Are you ok?" Christian asked as he raised an eyebrow. "Yes. I tried to take a nap, my ears kept popping and I finally fell asleep. Christian shook me. Opening my eyes I looked at him puzzled. "What is it?" Christian leaned in and whispered, "You were mumbling in your sleep." I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes and then put them back on. "Sorry." Christian smiled at me. "It's ok, I was just making sure you were ok." I smiled at Christian, "I'm ok, I just don't like flying as much as I use to." I gripped the chair and squeezed my eyes shut as we landed Christian must of noticed, because he carefully leaned over and whispered, "We didn't crash Morgan." I opened my eyes and noticed that people were getting off the plane.
I grabbed my carryon and followed Christian off the plane. Once we got out, the fresh air felt good and I was taken to a limo. "I thought I was going home today." I told Christian as we were being driven. "No, they arranged for you to stay a few days free, since we never got to do the contest you won, I think they are trying to make up for it?" I nodded and then faked a smile. We were quickly taken into the hotel and directed to our rooms. I was disappointed that Christian's room was across the hall, but then I remembered Christian got a phone call and he was talking to his wife and daughter. Once at the hotel I was in my room, I didn't even want to see anybody. I ordered some food and I received a call on the hotel phone from my mother. She was crying and we talked. I also got a call from my father etc....Everyone couldn't believe that I was alive and well. I told them I was ok. I had no idea what I was going to do once I got back home. I also received a call from my friend where I was living before I left for the contest. I was told all my stuff was in storage and that I could come anytime and get it once I got settled in my new place.
I was happy about it. First thing I was going to do was get my computer back from my friend who was keeping it for me. I decided on a getting a laptop just for fun. Later that night as I sat and watched a movie I was thinking about a lot of things. I wasn't sure what was going to happen when I got back home. I really didn't even think I would contact Christian, because I never want to interfere in his life again. As I write in my journal and I'm writing down my thoughts, I was thinking about what my family was telling me. I would get to see the scrapbook that was made of all the news coverage of our disappearance, it was strange that they would even do that, but I know my mother, she's like that. I closed the journal and slipped it back into the carryon. I didn't expect Christian to be at my door, but when I opened it there he was in his boxers, a T-shirt and still as handsome as ever. "Hi, can I come in?"
I nod my head and then let him in, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here, I mean you don't want them to write stories about us do you?" Christian sat down on a chair and I sat on the bed my back against the pillows that were against the headboard. "I'm sorry, I just didn't want to be alone, my wife and daughter are going to be here tomorrow afternoon and I'll be spending it with them." I fake a smile. "Well I'll probably just sit in here and watch TV or something, I really don't want to go anywhere, cause well I don't really care to be photographed anymore." Christian gets up and sits next to are on the bed. "I'm gonna miss you a lot Morgan." I nod. "I'm going to miss you too." Christian leans in and kisses me, I respond to the kiss, but then I break it and push him away. "Christian we can't." Christian sighs and then gets up. "I better get back to my room." I get up and walk him to the door, when he leaves I lay on my side hugging a pillow. "You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you Christian." I whisper.
My heart was aching so much, I was sure I'd get a stomachache from it. When I finally get ready for bed. I carefully pull out the necklace that Christian made me, I put it on and smile at my reflection. "To remember you." I climb into the bed and lay on my side, hugging the pillow against my stomach. I close my eyes and then it happens, I start to cry, not just cry I start to weep as if someone died. I finally exhausted from crying I fall asleep, praying I get a good night sleep and pray that Christian forgets about me, even if I don't want him to and hoping that nightmares don't plague my sleep.
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