9:6<\/p>\n
Caroline was having a bad week. She seemed to have hooked up with some bad people. She had one to many bad experiences and now it looked as if she had done a bad thing. A very bad thing.<\/p>\n
Caroline didn’t like guns: they were loud, scary and dangerous. People got killed by guns and it wasn’t always the bad people. Although now that she thought of it, after this week she just might be on the bad end of things. And she really didn’t want to get shot; she really didn’t. <\/p>\n
There was no need. They were just dumb animals, there was no need to bring guns and there was certainly no need to start blasting away like they were playing Halo. Thank god they didn’t try and give one to me.<\/p>\n
“Oh this is really too much,” she muttered at the reflection in the grimy mirror. Oh my god this is too much. I need to get away from this; who knows who they are going to start shooting at next.<\/p>\n
It had started so easily. Just follow a few people around, keep an eye out for some out-of-place animals and keep her mouth shut. The money was good, the wretched animals didn’t belong anyway and she might buy herself some time to figure out how to stay in the city. She couldn’t go home. She couldn’t bare the thought of crawling back to that disgusting mudhole.<\/p>\n
Caroline shuddered at the memory of that last day she had spent on her father’s ranch. The humiliation of his ultimatum and that fanatical look in his stupid eyes and he ordered her off his land if she wouldn’t join him in the pen. Oh he never believed for a minute that he wouldn’t win; he had no idea. She had turned and run. She made straight for his prized Malibu in the back shop and fired it up. There as no way she was getting in one of the disgusting pickups\u2014covered inside and out with shit and grime and everything that represented this hateful place\u2014 and somehow she subconciously knew this would might actually hurt him; she knew here leaving never would.<\/p>\n
She fired up the printing muscle car and slammed the hurst into reverse. As she ratcheted it into drive, she could hear her father finally catch on and start swearing and threatening her, but as she floored and the 4 barrels kicked in his shouting was drowned out by the roar of his precious 300 horsepower baby. Spraying gravel across the yard, Caroline left with just the clothes on her back and a car she didn’t own and never, ever looked back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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