Chapter 1
The wind in my hair, the speed of the car, everything felt perfect. I smiled to myself, pushing my hand through my long blonde hair. I looked around, seeing if anyone was on my tail. For a moment, not a single fucker was.
I smiled to myself, feeling the satisfaction. Another luckless schmuck falling into my trap. I mean, he’s the one who okayed me using his ride, so I was just taking it for a little test.
“Fucking idiot,” I said to myself.
It was the same old same old. Another shitty ass date, and another guy who wasted my time. It was always like this.
I only agreed to a date with that schmuck so I could try out his car. And by try out his car, I mean borrow it while pretending I was going to the bathroom.
I think the guys’ name was Drew or some crap. Whatever, I didn’t really care. I just wanted his car, which was a shiny new Bugatti. Besides, the guy had his head so far up his ass he just wanted to take me out because I was a nice piece of ass that he could manipulate.
Oh how he thought I wasn’t doing the same thing.
He was a fucking sucker, and maybe he knew this himself, maybe not. I doubt it.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the last thing I wanted to see. Cops. I slowed down, maintaining my composure, and for a moment, I thought about what my mom said.
“I’ll be back soon, I swear,” she muttered to herself. My mom was always like this. I didn’t really believe it for the most part, especially with the way she acted. She always gave me that same old, same old schtick of “Oh I’ll be back soon dear” and then never show up for like six months. It pissed me off, but it also allowed me a sense of freedom, something not every girl had.
My mom pretty much let me do whatever I wanted. She was a Britney Spears impersonator, one of the best on the Strip. Her name was Alice Virtue, my mom, and she was quite the charmer, even with a kid. Since then, my mom’s left me to fend on my own, which hasn’t always been easy.
I’ve always been in the backseat to her ambitions. It’s always been like that, for as long as I could remember. Even when I was trying to tell my own mom of accomplishments in school, they would be thrown to the backseat. I used to have family take care of me, but they usually stopped doing so after a bit, and they would let me run wild, having fun.
Of course, my mom didn’t seem to care all that much. Even when I was a kid for the most part, she let me do what I want. I’ve always experienced that side of her.
I heard that she did that, but it wasn’t like I could really do much with it. My mom took a gig overseas almost a year ago, which left me in the care of one of her friends who was flaky.
And by flaky, I mean the motherfucker didn’t even come home most nights. The rent was barely paid, and I only made ends meet by doing escorting, and porn.
I wished my mom would come back, and for a moment I reflected on her promise to come back home so we could be a family. I didn’t believe her, but I still had an open mind.
Which was how I got to where I was today. This guy was one of the stupid schmucks I escorted, and this guy was head over heels for my sultry looks, long blonde hair, and quick wit. He was very easy to manipulate, which meant that I could get whatever I wanted. I sked nicely if I could borrow his car while he was answering a call. The motherfucker said yes, and then, I bounced.
It was worth it too. The guy had the personality of a fucking doorknob, and I didn’t want to deal with it for much longer. That’s why I said I would bring back his sweet ride. Of course, that would turn into me bringing it back in a few days, with not so much as a “Thank you” given to that loser.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the police car getting closer.
“Motherfucker!”
I tried to slow down, but then the inevitable happened. The lights were on, and I thought about potentially trying to escape the cops. But that probably would only make shit worse.
I slowed down, and the car approached behind me. Fuck, this wasn’t good.
The cop walked over, some newbie on the force that looked like a nervous puppy. I rolled the window down as he looked around, trying to avoid contact with me.
“Ma’am do you know how fast you’ve been going?”
“Obviously, not fast enough to escape you,” I said with a smile. I pushed my blonde hair back, using it as a means to charm this bastard. However, he didn’t seem fazed at all.
“You do realize you were going 100 in a 60 area?”
“Yeah I know that. what are you going to do about it though?” I replied cheekily.
“I’m going to have to arrest you. By the way, is this even your car?” he asked.
I looked at him, feigning innocence.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because this looks like a stolen Bugatti that we got reports about,” he said.
That fucking prick! He sold me out! I then kept clam, trying to keep my breathing even.
“Well, what are you going to do about it? You can’t convict me, I’m only 17,” I said.
I pulled out my license, looking at him. he took the license, and then looked back at me.
“I see this isn’t fake either,” he said.
“No it isn’t sir. I can drive legally.”
“I see. Well, we’re going to have to call your parents,” he said.
“Not going to happen. Mom is gone,” I said.
“You have a dad, right?”
I paused.
