Hailey hated to fly. She hated knowing that each time she flew, her chances of not crashing were getting slimmer. She'd never admit it, but she was scared.So there she was, in First Class, her heart pounding like a jackhammer. All thanks to a man whom she never met.
As the plane rumbled to take off, she thought about Dickie. She remembered him holding her hand, comforting her. That was probably one of the only times he showed concern for her.
"It's gonna be okay, Hailey," he had whispered to her. His voice, mysterious and calm, echoed through her head.
Hailey could almost feel his lips against her temple. His hot breath on her neck. His hand lightly brushing hers. His presence calmed her, and made her forget all of the times that weren't exactly prudent.
But she had to shake that off...he was gone now. All those women that he'd been with, including Hailey, were just fond memories. Dickie was someone to forget.
It was hard to forget. Not just Dickie, but anyone. Dick was certainly the hardest. In the beginning, before Savage Living, Dick was charming. Perhaps too charming, but Hailey wouldn't have known that. Then the band was formed and Dickie's bad habits started.
For once, Hailey was scared for Dickie. He was so young at only age 24. If he died of drugs, reckless behavior or whatever occurs, it would certainly be a shame.
Two fears were rediscovered that day. Hailey hoped that the day wouldn't be a total loss.