THE ALPHAS DAUGHTERS LOVE TRIANGLE

Here I was on my way to Queensland, Australia and yes, you heard right, Queensland, Australia. Now you must be wondering why an Arizona girl would fly to Queensland, Australia. Well, you see, my parents had unfortunately died in a car accident and their deaths were my gateway to Queensland, where I get the incredible pleasure of staying with my grandfather, who, by the way, I know nothing about.

Hooray!

I found it ridiculous, I mean I’m twenty-one, basically an adult, who can take care of myself. But this was my father’s dying wish and I wouldn’t dare to disappoint him, so here I was, sitting in an extremely uncomfortable plane next to an oversized man who all of a sudden started sweating buckets as he slept with his mouth open that howled loud snores.

Just fucking great!

Leaving my life back in Arizona was hard and honestly, I was scared, hell, I was terrified. Queensland was unknown to me, although it was my parents’ birth and hometown. But here I am on my own, traveling to a place so unknown, to live with a man that’s only been present in a fuzzy memory from when I was three. Anybody in my position would probably be scared and anxious out of their minds.

God, this is so nerve-wracking, what if he’s two-faced? What if he’s a psycho that smuggles women in exchange for drugs? Oh damn, I hope this plane crashes, I don’t want to be anyone’s slut-

“Attention! Ladies and gentlemen, your flight to Queensland will land in an hour,” the flight attendant said as I mentally groaned before a tap on the shoulder caught my attention.

“Excuse me, miss?” the man beside me called out as his voice came out shaky and nervous. Impatiently rolling my eyes, I turned to face the man as I struggled to control my facial expression, “What’s up?” I asked with raised eyebrows as the man smiled sheepishly, “Um, could you move up a bit, I need to use the bathroom,” he said as I scoffed, “Dude, didn’t you hear what she just said, we’re about to land in an hour,” I said as the man began to whine in

discomfort.

“Please, I need to-

BAZAAR!

OH. MY. GOD!!!

All of my senses immediately shut down and I felt like I was about to pass out as the deadly stench began to cave in on me.

“I’m sorry, I-

BLAAAAAR!

“OH HELL NO, GET ME OFF THIS FUCKING PLANE!” I yelled, quickly taking off my seatbelt before grabbing onto the seat in front of me as the commotion alerted the flight attendant, “Miss, what seemed to be the prob- Oh my god!” The flight attendant tried to ask but was stopped midway as she got a hold of the toxic stench, which caused her to cup her face as she backed away.

“I’m sorry,” the man said as he was on the verge of crying, “Oh would you shut the fuck up.” I snapped, as it became the worst hour of my life.

…

The plane landed and Rosalie immediately grabbed her things before leaving, all while cursing under her breath as the passing passengers glanced at her in pity.