SLUMERICAN {Yelawolf}

Chapter 1: Up untill Now

"Nova Stella Claiborne! Are you trying to die!" Dad yelled at me after shutting the trailer door behind me.

"Baby they could have anyone watching you! They have told you point blank they are gonna kill ya !" This has pretty much been my life since I killed one of the Jackals, a gang I swear it was not on purpose.

I didn't try to murder him... sorta just happened. I was road tripping to a bigger part of the state, Baton Ruge. I saw them in the bar and let's just say who I run with, and the Jackals are not are friends. My brother was with me and stirred things up. Long story short I took a life so my brothers wasen't taken. Now I have gotten countless death threats and dad nor Sean let me outside the trailer.

I knew it was for my own protection but I can't handle this! 3 damn weeks on this shit hole I am forced to call home, never having food in the house nothing good anyway.

Our single wide needed to be condemned, daddy ain't paid rent in 2 months. Only reason why we ain't been evicted yet is cause the land lord is a sick fat old basterd.

"Fine! Come and get me then! I might as well be dead sitting in this shit hole all DAMNED DAY!" I screamed back at dad as Sean walked in the door

"Fine whatever can't say you will have a funeral, cause bet there gonna cut you up and burn you so have some damn fun!" I stormed out of the house so angry, come on Jackals shoot my ass!

I sat on the ground by the car so angry, but no real death wish. I had been thinking and it seems like my only legit option. I was gonna have to pick up and move from my cozy shit hole....

Sean and dad have told me time and time again that leaving is not gonna be an option. They love me too much to send me off into the middle of nowhere. I have two cusions in Mississippi, maybe I can state hope or somthing...

That won't work... I have't talked to them since mom left and thats her side of the family, not too friendly with them...Well all I know is I have to get out of here or I will end up in these swamps. I had anout $70 I had been saving since I was 12... yeah safe to say 10 years down the road I am a failer.

Around here if you want money you got to rob a house and sell some shit, basically the best way. Sean and our boys do that but I was pulled away when all this Jackal stuff started to go down.

It was night before I found my way back inside, dad passed out on the couch and Sean more than likely asleep. Slipping in next to my room next to Sean's I found my backpack in the closet. I would wear the shorts I had on now, extra pair of jeans and a hoodie. That and the black tank I have on now, taking the small wallet photo album I had a few pictures in.

Finally creeping past dad grabbing 2 apples and half a box of fruit loops, wont last me long but I need some food. I sat down at the table and began to write.

Dear Daddy and Sean,

I know you didn't want me leaving but i gotta, I don't really have any other options right now. This is just untill I can get my problems with the Jackals worked out. I will be safe, so yall better too.

Love y'all,

Nova

Well this is it... I walked out of the house, probably not coming back for a good while or ever. The gravel under my feet crunched and the animals of the swamp sang their song. I would really miss falling asleep to the crickets and frogs.

I was bound for the rail road about 15 miles up, that train heads east, no clue how far east. I reckon I can ride it for a few days and then jump off, if I don't even know where I am its impossible for the Jacks to know.