BitterSweet - Book one of the Bitter Novels-

Chappie 1

Life can throw you some punches....

               You can ignore them and get hit...

                              Or you can pull up a fist....

                                         And punch it right back.

 

Well hell...

Imagine this...

You're outside the sun is shining, the birds are singing, a dog is barking. It's a typical summers day. Then the crack of a bullet explodes in the air, hitting your gorilla bodyguard square in the chest. He falls to the floor. Dead instantly.

What do you do?

Run?

Panic?

Scream with everyone else?

All three?

You don't stand there and stare at him though do you? You do something don't you? You at least run and hide behind a tree or you call someone?

I suppose I would have ran, I really would have but.... I was wearing this summers Prada's shoes and I really didn't want to mess up the heels. They were a soft white colour which complimented my outfit perfectly. The loud sirens of  police cars rang out and the rumble engines roaring down smooth tarmac roads echoed out. I watch with mild interest as they surround a white van near the high way shops, blue lights flashing like a disco around the street. I decide to call someone picking out my blackberry and dialing a number carefully,

"Hello?" A deep man's voice asks,

"Alright dad I need a lift home"

"What about Bob I thought he had the car?"

"No he's just been shot"

My dad swore on the other end,

"Are you safe? Have you rang the police?"

I frown and gaze at the police cars,

"The police are already here dad"

I stare at the officers who are surrounding Bob's lifeless figure.

"Ok, Scarlett are you in central park?"

I stare at my nails. I really have to get them manicured again soon. The ends are starting to chip and crack on the...

"Scarlett are you listening to me?" My dad snaps,

"Huh?"

He sighs...super loud like every parent in the world does when their kid barly listens to them, "I'll send Charles to the park, meet him by the bus stop and try to keep your profile low"

"You mean your not coming?"

"Of course I'm not"

The phone went dead.

"Love you too dad"

I step passed the officers and paramedics. They didn't talk or even glance at me, which to be honest is slightly insulting. I mean I am looking really good today even if my heels are killing my feet and I'm walking a bit wobbly. I strut over to the bus stop were an old lady sits, her wispy grey hair looks dry in the sun, her skin is wrinkly and filled with deep cracks. She smiles at me. I smile back feeling sorry for her. It must be so horrible to be so old. I'm about to tell her this when a black Mercedes pulls up swiftly on the road. Charles, my driver, steps out and opens a door for me. I send a finale glance at the old lady and jump inside the car.