Tuesday, June 15, 2010
SHE HATE ME...
Those words replayed over and over and over in my head until I finally hear someone say, “Did you hear me, I said sit up…I see why you almost got caught up you don’t follow directions.” – The more I heard this person speak the more I realized I had no idea who she was. I however did as she asked and sat up, that’s when she proceeded to reach across my face and in one quick motion pulled the tape [and all of the facial hair] off my face, I wanted to scream in pain but didn’t have the energy. I was so nervous and I couldn’t get a feel for her – she just seemed so cool, calm and collective - giving me the impression she knew what she was doing, which in a way gave me a wierd sense of security. The ride continued in silence until her phone rang, “there goes my baby (ooo girl look at you) you don't know how good it feels to call you my girl there goes my baby loving everything you do (ooo girl look at you).” She quickly answered and a moment later hung up, that’s when I told her, “Thanks for getting me out of that mess…” she said nothing, kept driving and a couple of minutes later answered “trust me you are still knee deep in it, and how do you know I’m HELPING you?” This time I was the one who said nothing. At this point I was planning my get-a-way, I didn’t know when or more importantly how, but I did know it had to happen soon. In a half whisper I finally asked, “Well are you?” she laughed, [actually it was more of a chuckle] and kept driving. I couldn’t tell if it was day or night, but I did know I was starving and needed to get away from this woman. That’s’ when I blurted out the first thing that popped in my head, “I GOTTA PEE!” what felt like 15 minutes pass and we still continued to drive, “um did you hear me, I SAID I GOTTA PEE!”, she slams on the breaks, and she does it so hard I end up on the floor of the back seat [which causes my blindfold to move just enough to see]. She puts the car in park, gets out, opens the back door, helps me to my feet and when she stands me up I see, she is the ‘dead woman’…
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