-And actual representation of me on an air plane.

Now I just need Gerard as my dad and I am complete.

Chapter Sixteen

"I can't do this. I can't do this. I can't do this." I cried as I held onto my father's arm -completely suffocating it, actually- who was sitting beside me on the plane. It had just taken off and we were currently on our way to thousands feet up in the sky.

My dad took a deep breath, and gave me his other hand to squeeze. I did not hesitate to take it until it turned white, and then purple.

"When are we landing?" I asked in between gasps of air. 

My dad hesitated to answer, "You should probably just fall asleep for a while." He knew if he told me the actual amount of time, he'd have to deal with me having a tantrum and multiple panic attacks.

I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach, "That long?"

"Nothing's going to happen." I heard Frank say as he was sitting in the aisle of chairs besides ours.

"Unless you have the fucking power to see in the goddamn future, don't lie to me, you shit." I hissed at him as I squeezed my father's hand even tighter.

My father wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and pulled near him until I was leaning against his side. I decided to let it slide just this once as I buried my face in his chest. The very fact that I was even coming in contact with his body didn't bother me to the slightest. I felt like I was going to puke in fear. I needed a distraction, and the hatred for my father was the last thing on my mind.

"Just listen to this." Mikey said, he sat in the row in front of us, and handed my father an ipod and a pair of headphones. My father slid the headphones on my head, and I was instantly greeted with the song 'Know Your Enemy' by Green Day.

I hate this shit song.

And I hate this shit band.

Just like I hate this shit plane.

And my shit father for being a complete shit.

I closed my eyes, and forced myself to deal with the song, and the rest of the album, until I basically cried myself to sleep on my dad's chest.

I was woken up by a bit of turbulence which was way to fucking close to crashing and dying in my book. My head shot up from my father's chest, shocking him in the process, as the plane began to shake.

"What the hell is that?" I asked, practically shouting it for everyone on the plane to hear.

My dad quickly tried to calm me down by saying it was it was just turbulence which I already knew, but I wanted to hear someone say it.

"Calm down, Aria." My father said quietly, "It's just a small storm, nothing serious."

Great. We were flying through storm. We were all going to die. 

"I'm going to throw up." I said, as I reached for the vomit bag that they give you, and vomited up spit. I hadn't eaten anything out of fear of doing just this. My father was lucky, because if I had eaten something, I would have used that opportunity to piss him off and ruin the shirt he was wearing.

Who needs a vomit bag when you have an asshole father in need of being put to use?

What else are parents good for, if not to be hurled upon?

My father looked slightly annoyed, which made me feel like the biggest annoyance in history of annoying teenagers. 

"Sorry." I apologized as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I'm sure I just humiliated my father and the rest of his crew.

Not that I cared, but in the process, I sort of humiliated myself too.

My father took a deep breath, and smiled -but it seemed forced-, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders once again. "Few more hours and we'll land." His voice was oddly satisfying to hear. As if he had the role of God himself, saying absolutely we were going to survive.

I forced my own smile at him, and awkwardly leaned my head back on his shoulder. When this plane lands, I knew I was going to cringe for doing this. For even sitting beside him. 

Nobody else wanted to sit with me, and my father made sure I sat beside him because he knew I'd act this way.

My father began to tell me to take deep breaths over and over until I can manage to fall asleep. At first it was irritating hearing him speak quietly, as he was trying to be nothing but a comfort, but after a while, I secretly enjoyed heard it. The way he ran his hand through my knot infested hair, was a really good feeling, even though I was fighting the urge to yell at myself for allowing it to happen.

It didn't take long for me to fall back asleep, and just as right before I did, I felt my father kiss me on the forehead.