Chapter 2

Chapter 2

After dinner, I sat on my bed and pulled out my phone. 20 texts from the asshole and 10 from my bestie Diana. I call her Lady Di because she swears, she’s royalty. I called her and of course on the first ring, “NO THAT MOTHERFUCKING BITCH DIDN’T!” she screamed.

I snatched the phone away from my ear.

“What are you talking about Di?”

“Gen, I just heard about Chase’s dumbass and miss STD herself. I can’t believe it.”

“How the hell did you find out? Never mind. Yeah well, believe it, I saw it with my own two eyes.”

“Has that twat tried to call you?”

“You know it, I’m so....I don’t know.”

“Hurt, betrayed, furious.” Di said.

“All of the above. I don’t want to cry but…”

“I know Gen. You’re the baddest ass I know but us girls get hurt by the dumbest of guys, it’s just the way it is.” She gasped, “I know, my parents have that cabin in the mountains, and I’ll place an order of the best food and drinks, have the joint cleaned and we will definitely N*****x and fucking chill.”

That actually sounded awesome. “I’m in!”

Di squealed, “Well alrighty then, my Hershey kiss, let’s do it!”

“Di, you know I fucking hate that name.”

“Well, it fits, you’re chocolate, got those awesome cocoa puff tits, coke bottle figure, you know if I swung that way, you’d totally be my bitch. On my way over!” Fifteen clock minutes later I laughed at Diana. She looked like she could be my dad’s daughter although the attitudes are polar opposites. Di’s family was rich, and she had everything placed at her feet. So, material things were not a problem for her.

“Okay.” Di said getting on her phone. “We’ll leave this weekend and stay until we’re ready to come home.”

“Sounds like a plan Di, I guess I’ll have to dress for the cold?” I looked at her for confirmation.

“No.” as she held up a finger and said into her phone, “No Janice, I want steaks, seafood, wine the whole shebang and plenty of it; oh, and don’t forget the bottled water, Gen would have a cow if she had to drink from the tap.” She rolled her eyes on that one. “Okay, bye Janice, yeah bye. No, Gen there’s no snow right now the weather is cool, bordering on cold so dress accordingly. Throw a bikini or two in.” She walks away getting on her phone again and demanding the cabin be cleaned and stocked with firewood and the usual Lady Di essentials. She goes in my closet and starts pulling out clothes, throwing stuff around, jeans, leggings, shirts. She stops at the dress she got me for my last birthday.

“We are soooo packing this number.”

“Hell no, this is a rape dress okay? This burgundy mini napkin just covers my ass, and if I sneeze my boobs will leap out like I’m a freakin clown. No way!”

“Way!” She said as she laid it across my suitcase. I knew I couldn’t stop her, but I wasn’t wearing that. The next couple of days were me dodging Chase and not putting Cathy in a body cast. The night before, Di calls me to tell me she can’t make it up until the following Monday. She says to go without her, and “warm” the place up. I was pissed but absolutely ready to go. So, the next day, I said goodbye to the fam, jumped in my car, actually it was a cool Jeep that Di didn’t want any more once the new Audi came out. I sat in my driveway and GPS’d the location. Shit, it was a four and a half hour drive. Ugh. Well I loaded my playlist and started on my way. It was a beautiful drive; the road was covered by the canopy of trees overhead. At one point, it was so dark even though it was 11 in the morning. That was kind of eerie. So much so, I found myself paying close attention and holding the wheel tightly. Once out of the darkness, and a few miles down the road, was a gas station. Not knowing if I was going to encounter another jungle I decided to fill her up. I got out, stretched my legs and walked in to pay, when I almost gasped out loud; before me was what I thought was a biker gang. These tall, rugged, muscular men were standing around drinking beer, and they all stopped when I came in. Yeah, record scratch moment and everything. Good thing I had my shades on or they’d have seen how wide my eyes got. I quickly went to the cold case and grabbed a Gatorade and some water and went back up to pay when I heard,

“You’re not from round here.”

I turned and said with my mouth, “Are you asking or telling?”

By this time, the lady behind the counter who seemed like a nice lady said, “Now Cotton, you be nice or I’m gon whup you.”

“Ma’am.” he replied with a thick southern accent.

Shit, ole Cotton was a pussycat, or maybe just a pussy.

“I’m Sal, where you headed honey?”

“My friends place about an hour from here.” I whispered as I didn’t want any of them to know where I was going.

“Oh the Hastings place?” She said loud enough for everyone to hear.

I smiled pushing out a breath. “Yeah, that’s the place.”

“Have fun and be careful.”

“Thank you,” as I left.