Python

C H A P T E R 34

"The Maldives ?" I chuckled as I continued to drive. "Are you sure this wasn't your plan to ask me on a baecation or something ?"

"Let's pretend it was." He said and we both laughed.

He's right, weekend away with him sounds perfect. Away from the busy city life, away from my life. A life that I will soon have to adapt to without his presence. This weekend is a chance for me to forget about all that and enjoy my last days with him. I'll make it a memorable one, cherish our last days together and feel what happiness is for the last time.

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Kenny and I drove back to the apartment and packed our bags because our flight was leaving in three hours. I managed to pack two suitcases with him complaining that I'm taking too long, we're going to miss our flight, I don't need two suitcases for just three days. A girl's gotta look good, I would've packed more if he wasn't nagging me. Now don't take this the wrong way, I love his nagging. It's more cute than annoying. It's literally the only thing he complains about.

We were currently on our way to the airport and we decided to get a driver to take us there. Apparently Kenny doesn't like having a driver because he feels like if he can do it himself then why not do it ? He says seating in the backseat of the car, he bought and doing nothing makes him feel lazy and useless. But I convinced him we get a driver because it will be less convenient when we get to the airport.

My head was on top of Kenny's lap, facing him as I was laying on my back, with my feet on the seats as we talked about basically everything, on our to the airport.

"Do you atleast have a memory of what they looked like ?" Kenny asked as he continued to caress my hair.

"No." I sighed. "There was a point where I was able to remember what they looked like and sounded like. But as I grew up, everything just became one blurry image. You forget what they looked like, and all those memories of you guys together.. just dissapers."

I think I would have been able to remember my parents if they died at a later stage in life. They died when I was 5 years and I couldn't understand a thing by that time. I guess this is why their death hurts less or doesn't hurt at all, it's either I've healed from loosing them or I didn't have enough time with them to get too attached. I do have memories of the time spent with them as a child, but those memories became unclear over the years. I had my uncle as my dad so I could say him and his wife played a big role in the healing process of loosing my parents.

"Do you still have memories of your time with your parents ?" I asked Kenny.

"Yeah." He flashed me a smiled that didn't even reach his eyes as he looked out the window. "But it's like as the years go by, they also go with the memories. Like you said, the memories dissaper with time. And I fear that oneday, I'll wake up...and I won't even remember what they looked like."

I decided to keep quiet not knowing how to respond to him. Mainly because I'm the one who killed his parents and I know I really suck at this comforting people thingy. I don't feel guilty about it, I just wish Kenny knew what kind of people they were so he would atleast heal from loosing them. I know that finding out about what they did won't make him instantly hate them, I mean in Kenny's eyes, his parents were heroes and they were the best parents a child could ask for. But finding out the reason behind their death would atleast give him closure. Knowing the truth would atleast give him clarity about why they were killed. It might also end his obsession with Python. As long as he's still obsessed with his parents killer, he won't ever heal and move on from loosing them.

"We're here." Kenny said to me and I lifted my head off his lap and sat right. I looked outside the window and saw that we're at the airport. The driver opened the door for me and I thanked him as I got out. Kenny opened the door on his side and got out, I knew he wouldn't wait for the driver to open for him.

The tall man who drove us here took our bags while Kenny talked to an older man. The older man led the both of us to a private Jet. It didn't come as a suprise that we were using a private Jet. It's no secret that Kenny's loaded, you don't get an interview with Forbes just for fun. He is filthy rich but he stays humble as ever, that's one of the reasons that makes me have so much love and respect for him- his humbleness and modesty. Plus I also heard him tell someone on the phone to get the Jet ready while I was packing.

We got inside the plane and let me say, it looked lavish. It's not my first time in a private Jet-my dad owns one, but this one looked more beautiful and extravagant. It was decorated with white and gold from the couches and table to the sheers and the curtains.

Kenny took our bags from the driver and led me to a door that happened to be the bedroom. It was also decorated the same, white sheets, gold curtains, black and white walls and drawers. There was also a door which I guessed led to the bathroom.

The older man that was talking to Kenny earlier asked us if we were ready for take off and we agreed. He must've been the pilot. Kenny and I went back to our seats and he helped me put the safety belt on before doing his.

"Preparing for take off in 5..4..3..2..1" the man's voice sounded in the speakers and seconds later the plane was in the air.
This was going to be a long twenty eight hours, but I wouldn't wanna do it with anyone else.