Her Tempting Aroma

On the run

Dear. Miss Slater,

       I truly send my condolences on the sudden loss of your parents and am writing you in regards to a matter me and your father had one discussed. Your father has come into serious debt to me and I am now collecting it in full. He now owes a total of 2.5 million dollars. I know this may seem as far fetched and an amount like this can not be handed over in the matter of minutes. That is why me and your father came to terms with an agreement before his untimely demise. He promised me if an when he was to pay up you are to be the payment. I will be at your residence in three days after the date of this letter to collect you to fulfill the terms of the contract.

                                                                     Sincerely,

                                                                        Richard Collins

                                                                        May 10, 2013

Sick.Confused.Royally Pissed Off. I was all of these things as I read the unknown letter I received in the mail today just two days after burying both of my parents. Who and what the hell did this Richard Collins think I was some bartering tool, and not to mention my own father selling me to pay for his mistakes.

Okay lets think about this for a minute, the letter says I have four days from the date of the letter. Today was May 12 and the date on the letter was May 10. "Holy shit" I shrieked as I realized that is only one day to mull over any options I may have. "Her goes nothing" I say to myself as I sit down with a piece of paper and a pen and start writing down a few scenarios. I know what your thinking I should be freaking out, crying, the whole nine yards right. Well that were your wrong I am totally not that kind of girl. I like to think of my self as a confident, out going, fly by the seat of my pants 23 yr old woman. Okay now where was I , oh yeah my options.

 1. I just go with the flow of things and see who (and that's if any one does) shows up. You never know he might be drop dead gorgeous and a beast in bed! And god knows I need a good lay right about now.

2. Wait till he shows and kill his ass on the spot with a Benelli.

3. Take everything I can and run.

After doing that I go to my laptop and entered Richard Collins into google to see if I can come up with anything. Scrolling down I find a link that says Richard Collins,Shreveport Louisiana, known notorious loan shark. "That sound like the one" I say to myself and click on it to see what the hell. Low and behold a huge picture of a bald, toothless, fat, and semi old man pop up. Seriously he looks like one of those men you see on Swamp People...no joke .I shudder at the thought of number one and quickly mark that off the list because come on no matter how desperate I am for a good piece of ass I could never..."Blahhhhk" okay I am so not finishing that sentence. 

Continuing I take look at number two well its highly possible since I do own a Benelli (its gator country people) but could I really shoot someone and risk getting locked up.hmmmm...no not until I get a good lay on would I even consider getting locked up with all females for the rest of my life. I also have only one night to prepare and no good guys to call up so two is definitely a no go. Well, that leaves three and at this point it sounds pretty damn good compared to the other two!

I quickly get up and take a look at my surroundings. "Lets get this show on the road" I think to myself. I run up to my room and grab the biggest overnight bag I have and fill it until it looks like it will burst. Walking into the bathroom I start to gather all of my personals and looked in the mirror....WTF I look like I have been rode hard and hung up wet! Damn, I need a shower....like yesterday. My long chestnut brown hair was thrown haphazardly on top of head, my face was blotchy from a combination of the makeup from the day before yesterday and the humidity, and my clothes were the same ones I put on after everyone left the house after the funeral. Lets face it I looked like I belonged with a man from that Swamp People show. I quickly strip and jump in the shower. I did the whole nine yards while in the shower because I honestly did not know when I would be able to get another one.

Stepping out of the shower I dry off and put on a good coat of my moisturizer and look in the mirror again..."Damn girl you look better" I say to myself. I know I must sound conceited but im not really im just confident. My chestnut brown hair almost goes to my waist, my jade green eyes( my mom always called them bedroom eyes) offset the shine of my hair nicely, and my naturally pink full lips gave me a some what exotic look or so I was told.

After getting dressed in a white and purple striped sundress I headed to the bank to get the meager 2,000 that was in my savings for my college fund. And no I don't own a car, I used to drive my parents. The car wasn't much to look at either it was just an old tan and rusty Buick, looked like a boat, it even have skull hubcaps, but If I do say so myself it had a kick ass system. Hey as far as im concerned I looked good so I could rock it.  Like I said used to as in past tense because about a week ago my parents drove it into the swamp after catching it on fire "theirselves". I know far fetched but that was what the Shreveport "investigators" were telling me. I know my parents were many things but suicidal wasn't one of them. To be completely honest being parents wasn't one of them either. I had to always fend for myself when it came to food, clothes, and things like that. If I did ever ask for anything they would always yell at me and say that I was an ungrateful mistake that they made and I kept them from living their life like they wanted (and as I saw it having me never stopped them from doing those things).  When they could they would ship me off to my grandmothers house to live the life of drunks, druggies, and money hungry scavengers. I loved going to stay with my grandma because she would do things with me that parents were supposed to do. So to say I wasn't really missing their loving and caring ways was an understatement.

  Anywho, after withdrawing all of my money I headed to the bus station. When I got there I bought one of those over priced maps and sat down to see if I could find a destination that I could live with. I do know I have to get out of the South and away from the East so that narrows it down a bit. I am soo not a cold weather person because, lets face it, with a body like mine why would you want to cover it up with all those clothes. That basically let the West to pick and choose from. Well there is Nevada, and to be honest gambling got me to where I am in the first place so that was a no go. Then you have Utah...what the hell is in Utah? Idaho could be a winner......they make a damn good potato. Lastly California....now that sounds promising with its sexy, tan, shirtless.....mmmm  California it is! California has its small towns like Dos Palos, Chowchilla, and Los Banos. Then it has its big cities like LA, Fresno, and Sacramento. Of course you cant forget the Sans as in San Francisco, San Angeles, San Jose, Santa Cruz....wait isn't that were that kick ass boardwalk was..."Santa Cruz, California here I come"  I mumbled to myself. As I circled it with my pen the bus pulled into the station.....

okay my fellow wattpadders (sounds kinda dirty lol) here is the first chappie to my first book. I hope yall like and I want you to know I am not afraid of constructive criticism. Oh and please follow, vote, and pass on!!!