“I don’t give a bloody damn about the weather conditions Captain, I need to get to Florida” I said making sure to include the urgency in my tone and how quickly I need to get to Florida. I couldn’t bear the thoughts of Jessica in the hands of that sleazebag and each passing second I stood there with the phone plastered to ear trying to buttress the urgency of the situation, my anger doubled.
I shouldn’t have let her out of sight, I shouldn’t have allowed her on trip. I should’ve told her to stay, that I wanted her stay, that I needed her and now she was in danger – and it’s my entire fault. Of course, the guilt settled in and clouded my senses mixed with a strong feeling of anxiety and trepidation slowly creeping up my stomach and reaching up to grab me by my throat that I almost gasped.
