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On the way from her house to the Centre Ms Parker had been forced to make a deal with her mind. She would allow her deceitful organ to replay the conversation she had with Jarod over and over again until she felt like puking, but in return it would bury deep down in its subconscious what had happened between her and the Pretender the previous night.
As her thoughts started to go over a specific part of what she had said to him that morning, she suddenly remembered something to her uttermost of shock and horror.
“I’ve told you before Jarod and hopefully this will get to be the last time. I’m not my mother. I’m not going to go and reconsider my wonderful life because of some so-called turning point that only you can see. I’m also not your answer to a happily ever after story. I run and you chase, that’s just the way the damn story goes.”
“Oh my god…I’ve actually said to him, ‘I run and you chase.’ Why in heavens name did I go and say something moronic like that. It’s now only going to encourage him further to see something more in the one night stand we had,” she murmured angrily to herself. Slightly lifting the fingers of her hand that was clutching the top of the steering wheel, she continued on, “I wasn’t thinking straight, that’s all. It’s only because of the way too much alcohol that I consumed last night, including the slight hangover that I woke this morning up with, that I said that. There’s no way that I meant anything by it…or is there?”
As the memories of the previous night suddenly came crushing forcefully to the surface again, almost like destiny was trying to answer her question for her; she yelled out, “Damnit.” Then, in order to give an outing to the sudden burst of frustration she felt, she slammed her palm against the expensive Italian leather decorating her steering wheel.
There was absolutely no way that she wanted to remember how he and she had done it in her living room, in the kitchen, on the floor, against the wall of her bathroom and finally ending it in a amazing display of power and emotion on her bed.
Pressing her foot a bit deeper down on the gas pedal, almost like she hoped to outrun her underhanded thoughts that way, she drove at an incredible speed across a stop without bothering to look out for any traffic that might be coming from the opposite direction.
She only became aware of her misdemeanour when one after another car horn started sounding up angrily. Glancing at her rear-view mirror she noticed that there were a line of cars that she was supposed to have given a right of way to. One of those cars, a older model SUV, actually made a U-turn and was busy shadowing her at that moment, hooting and flashing its headlights at her.
For a moment she considered ignoring her pursuer altogether, to increase her speed and outrun the idiot. But then her common sense started to kick in and to her utter displeasure she realised that certain family members of hers at the Centre would definitely not be impressed if this matter were to reach their ears. Better to deal with it now and on her own while she still could.
Making sure that her gun was secure in its holster, but at the same time easily assessable, she turned her steering wheel swiftly to the right, drove into the parking lot of a garage and slammed on her brakes. Her pursuer followed her example and came to an abrupt stop right next to her after a few seconds.
It did not take long until she was finally able to lay her eyes on her shadow.
It was a huge, bulky Caucasian man dressed in an oversized denim, sleeveless white - or at least it used to be white - T-shirt, a pair of brown leather boots and a cliché type cowboy hat on his head. He had to bend his body slightly in order to get out of his vehicle and when he was finally out he stretched his arms above his head, before pulling up his pants. Then, staring in her direction with a look that said, ‘You are going to be SO sorry that you ever tried to mess with me,’ he started crossing the distance between them, his boots making a loud click-click sound as he walked at a hurried pace across the gravel.
Sighing deeply, feeling how her already bad temper was burning a pathway of destruction through her soul, she got out of her car and awaited the arrival of the man with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a frown playing between her eyebrows.
The overweight cowboy wannabe was barely a few feet away from her when he started talking with a smoke-damaged voice. “Lady…do you have any idea what you have done back there on the road? You could have caused a serious accident and-“
Clenching her jaws and biting back on the hot-tempered words that were hovering at the tip of her tongue, she took a deep breath before interrupting, “Listen I apologise, I know that-“
He was clearly enjoying the power he thought he had over one of the most beautiful woman he ever had the fortune to lay his eyes on. He was also feeling very confident that he would have her grovelling at his feet before long when he started barking at her in what he hoped was his most intimidating tone of voice. “Female drivers like you should be banned from driving altogether since you are an absolute menace to society.”
Feeling a vein jumping on her forehead she took a deep breath, pushed her sunglasses closer against her eyes with one finger, and decided to try one last time with this man she now considered to be the moron from hell. “I-whatever your own unique thoughts might be about us females,” she put special emphasis on the word, ‘females,’ and paused a few seconds before continuing, “I do acknowledge that what I have done back there could be considered as a dangerous and as such are willing to apologise and-“
“COULD BE CONSIDERED AS DANGEROUS!?” the man growled loudly at her, before pushing a puffy finger against her chest, “You must be the stupidest bitch I-“
He never got to finish the sentence.
Narrowing her eyes and feeling the last bit of her self-control vanishing from sight, she grabbed hold of the offending finger with one hand, hissed softly, “Not today buster,” and with one quick manoeuvre bent it backwards until a sickening cracking sound was heard. Crying out, the man sunk to his knees while clutching his broken finger in one hand, and yelled out a string of profanities, combined with threats, at her.
Crouching down, until she was able to be eye-level with him, she inquired sarcastically, “Ah shame…did I get to hurt your little finger.” Pretending to be shocked she put a hand against her chest and added in a mocking imitation of a Texas drawl, “How stupid of silly ol’ me.”
“Now listen here lady-,” the man cried between ash-white lips, pain clearly evident in his misty eyes.
“No…YOU listen!” she snapped at him. Turning her head from left to right to check as to whether anybody was looking at them, she pulled her gun from its holster and waived it threateningly in the direction of a certain strategic part of his anatomy before continuing in a low husky voice. “It’s because of men like you that I’ve made that…that I’d happened to skip that stop. It was because of men like you that I’ve had an absolutely miserable day so far and made that mistake. And that’s just what it was…an understandable, human, mistake. I tried to be patient with you, I tried to apologise, but you just HAD to go and test your luck with me.”
When the man did not say anything, except to stare at her with hatred, she pushed the gun closer until it barely touched his groin area and hissed. “Now…you listen and you listen good, because this may just be the last change you’ll ever get in your pathetic excuse for an life. The next time you decide to try your macho trick on another female like me you better remember this incident, because I promise you that not all women are as forgiving as me and you may just get to loose a bit more than your dignity the next time round.”
Pushing the gun a bit closer and playing with her finger across the trigger until the man could not help but to yell softly out of fear and shock, she added, “Now apologise.”
“Excuse me?” the man asked, his eyes darting between her face and the gun.
“Apologise for being such an asshole,” she replied and bent her head slightly to one side, “Apologise in a sincere voice or I just may decide to give you another hole to pee through.”
“I-I-I,” the man stumbled over his words, the hatred in his eyes had made way for an intense fear and loathing of what he now considered to be a crazy woman in front of him.
“Well? What is it going to be?” Moving her gun-hold hand slightly away from his groin and then back again, she continued in a dark voice, “An extra hole or your manly pride. Your manly pride or an extra hole…you decide.”
Holding up his hands, the broken finger clearly noticeable, he whimpered, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry you hear! I’m sorry, just don’t shoot me.”
Smiling falsely and slapping her hand against his cheek condescendingly, she purred, “Good. Now be a good boy and waltz back over to your manly car and get the hell out of my sight before I decide to redecorate your Mr Pride and Joy.” As she said the last few words she pushed the gun even closer against him before pulling it back and putting it back into her holster.
When the man did not move at first, almost appeared frozen in spot, she yelled, “GO!”
“Ye-yes Ma’m!” he replied and scrambled over his own feet in his haste to get away from her.
She made sure that he was back at his car, before getting back into hers. Reversing and turning her steering wheel violently to one side she proceeded to drive passed him.
“Crazy bitch,” the man shouted after her.
Slamming on her brakes she turned down her window and replied, “That is Ms Crazy Bitch to you.”
Smiling, taking no small delight out of it, she watched the man’s eyes widening before he whirled around and hurriedly got back into his SUV. Barely a few seconds after that he went passed her with screeching tires and made it down the road without looking back once.
As her thoughts started to go over a specific part of what she had said to him that morning, she suddenly remembered something to her uttermost of shock and horror.
“I’ve told you before Jarod and hopefully this will get to be the last time. I’m not my mother. I’m not going to go and reconsider my wonderful life because of some so-called turning point that only you can see. I’m also not your answer to a happily ever after story. I run and you chase, that’s just the way the damn story goes.”
“Oh my god…I’ve actually said to him, ‘I run and you chase.’ Why in heavens name did I go and say something moronic like that. It’s now only going to encourage him further to see something more in the one night stand we had,” she murmured angrily to herself. Slightly lifting the fingers of her hand that was clutching the top of the steering wheel, she continued on, “I wasn’t thinking straight, that’s all. It’s only because of the way too much alcohol that I consumed last night, including the slight hangover that I woke this morning up with, that I said that. There’s no way that I meant anything by it…or is there?”
As the memories of the previous night suddenly came crushing forcefully to the surface again, almost like destiny was trying to answer her question for her; she yelled out, “Damnit.” Then, in order to give an outing to the sudden burst of frustration she felt, she slammed her palm against the expensive Italian leather decorating her steering wheel.
There was absolutely no way that she wanted to remember how he and she had done it in her living room, in the kitchen, on the floor, against the wall of her bathroom and finally ending it in a amazing display of power and emotion on her bed.
Pressing her foot a bit deeper down on the gas pedal, almost like she hoped to outrun her underhanded thoughts that way, she drove at an incredible speed across a stop without bothering to look out for any traffic that might be coming from the opposite direction.
She only became aware of her misdemeanour when one after another car horn started sounding up angrily. Glancing at her rear-view mirror she noticed that there were a line of cars that she was supposed to have given a right of way to. One of those cars, a older model SUV, actually made a U-turn and was busy shadowing her at that moment, hooting and flashing its headlights at her.
For a moment she considered ignoring her pursuer altogether, to increase her speed and outrun the idiot. But then her common sense started to kick in and to her utter displeasure she realised that certain family members of hers at the Centre would definitely not be impressed if this matter were to reach their ears. Better to deal with it now and on her own while she still could.
Making sure that her gun was secure in its holster, but at the same time easily assessable, she turned her steering wheel swiftly to the right, drove into the parking lot of a garage and slammed on her brakes. Her pursuer followed her example and came to an abrupt stop right next to her after a few seconds.
It did not take long until she was finally able to lay her eyes on her shadow.
It was a huge, bulky Caucasian man dressed in an oversized denim, sleeveless white - or at least it used to be white - T-shirt, a pair of brown leather boots and a cliché type cowboy hat on his head. He had to bend his body slightly in order to get out of his vehicle and when he was finally out he stretched his arms above his head, before pulling up his pants. Then, staring in her direction with a look that said, ‘You are going to be SO sorry that you ever tried to mess with me,’ he started crossing the distance between them, his boots making a loud click-click sound as he walked at a hurried pace across the gravel.
Sighing deeply, feeling how her already bad temper was burning a pathway of destruction through her soul, she got out of her car and awaited the arrival of the man with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a frown playing between her eyebrows.
The overweight cowboy wannabe was barely a few feet away from her when he started talking with a smoke-damaged voice. “Lady…do you have any idea what you have done back there on the road? You could have caused a serious accident and-“
Clenching her jaws and biting back on the hot-tempered words that were hovering at the tip of her tongue, she took a deep breath before interrupting, “Listen I apologise, I know that-“
He was clearly enjoying the power he thought he had over one of the most beautiful woman he ever had the fortune to lay his eyes on. He was also feeling very confident that he would have her grovelling at his feet before long when he started barking at her in what he hoped was his most intimidating tone of voice. “Female drivers like you should be banned from driving altogether since you are an absolute menace to society.”
Feeling a vein jumping on her forehead she took a deep breath, pushed her sunglasses closer against her eyes with one finger, and decided to try one last time with this man she now considered to be the moron from hell. “I-whatever your own unique thoughts might be about us females,” she put special emphasis on the word, ‘females,’ and paused a few seconds before continuing, “I do acknowledge that what I have done back there could be considered as a dangerous and as such are willing to apologise and-“
“COULD BE CONSIDERED AS DANGEROUS!?” the man growled loudly at her, before pushing a puffy finger against her chest, “You must be the stupidest bitch I-“
He never got to finish the sentence.
Narrowing her eyes and feeling the last bit of her self-control vanishing from sight, she grabbed hold of the offending finger with one hand, hissed softly, “Not today buster,” and with one quick manoeuvre bent it backwards until a sickening cracking sound was heard. Crying out, the man sunk to his knees while clutching his broken finger in one hand, and yelled out a string of profanities, combined with threats, at her.
Crouching down, until she was able to be eye-level with him, she inquired sarcastically, “Ah shame…did I get to hurt your little finger.” Pretending to be shocked she put a hand against her chest and added in a mocking imitation of a Texas drawl, “How stupid of silly ol’ me.”
“Now listen here lady-,” the man cried between ash-white lips, pain clearly evident in his misty eyes.
“No…YOU listen!” she snapped at him. Turning her head from left to right to check as to whether anybody was looking at them, she pulled her gun from its holster and waived it threateningly in the direction of a certain strategic part of his anatomy before continuing in a low husky voice. “It’s because of men like you that I’ve made that…that I’d happened to skip that stop. It was because of men like you that I’ve had an absolutely miserable day so far and made that mistake. And that’s just what it was…an understandable, human, mistake. I tried to be patient with you, I tried to apologise, but you just HAD to go and test your luck with me.”
When the man did not say anything, except to stare at her with hatred, she pushed the gun closer until it barely touched his groin area and hissed. “Now…you listen and you listen good, because this may just be the last change you’ll ever get in your pathetic excuse for an life. The next time you decide to try your macho trick on another female like me you better remember this incident, because I promise you that not all women are as forgiving as me and you may just get to loose a bit more than your dignity the next time round.”
Pushing the gun a bit closer and playing with her finger across the trigger until the man could not help but to yell softly out of fear and shock, she added, “Now apologise.”
“Excuse me?” the man asked, his eyes darting between her face and the gun.
“Apologise for being such an asshole,” she replied and bent her head slightly to one side, “Apologise in a sincere voice or I just may decide to give you another hole to pee through.”
“I-I-I,” the man stumbled over his words, the hatred in his eyes had made way for an intense fear and loathing of what he now considered to be a crazy woman in front of him.
“Well? What is it going to be?” Moving her gun-hold hand slightly away from his groin and then back again, she continued in a dark voice, “An extra hole or your manly pride. Your manly pride or an extra hole…you decide.”
Holding up his hands, the broken finger clearly noticeable, he whimpered, “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry you hear! I’m sorry, just don’t shoot me.”
Smiling falsely and slapping her hand against his cheek condescendingly, she purred, “Good. Now be a good boy and waltz back over to your manly car and get the hell out of my sight before I decide to redecorate your Mr Pride and Joy.” As she said the last few words she pushed the gun even closer against him before pulling it back and putting it back into her holster.
When the man did not move at first, almost appeared frozen in spot, she yelled, “GO!”
“Ye-yes Ma’m!” he replied and scrambled over his own feet in his haste to get away from her.
She made sure that he was back at his car, before getting back into hers. Reversing and turning her steering wheel violently to one side she proceeded to drive passed him.
“Crazy bitch,” the man shouted after her.
Slamming on her brakes she turned down her window and replied, “That is Ms Crazy Bitch to you.”
Smiling, taking no small delight out of it, she watched the man’s eyes widening before he whirled around and hurriedly got back into his SUV. Barely a few seconds after that he went passed her with screeching tires and made it down the road without looking back once.
