Just a small town girl... Livin' in a lonely world... She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
- Journey
Howdy! I'm Nevaeh. That's right, Nevaeh. Heaven spelled backwards. My momma says it's a good name—she thought of it while dreaming of heaven. A fine name if I do say so myself.
I grew up in a small town named Birmingham all the way in Alabama, but now I live in New York City. You might be wondering, "Sugar bun, what's a country bumpkin like you doin' all the way out in The Big Apple?" Well, it's a long story. I don't really know where to start, to be honest. But I'll give it a shot, 'cause that's what they called me back in my old town, Lucky Shot!
Now, it all started when I was a lil' young-in'. My idol, Tay-Tay, better known as Taylor Swift (that's just my lil' personal nickname for her!), came to town. She came in her lil' gee-tar and started strumming to her best hits at the time—the country ones, of course. I purchased two tickets, one for me, and one for my friend, MacqueKennzeigh McQueef, my second cousin thrice removed. It was my 15th birthday, and we wanted to blow some of my birthday cash.
We sat in the row, and we spotted our half uncle, Gerald, who was just a couple of years our senior. He was young because our grandpa got a divorce (our entire family got very mad, divorce is a major sin, you see) and married a younger woman, who ended up giving birth to Gerald.
Eventually, Taylor began to sing our favorite song, "Love Story". We heard her melodic voice echo throughout the concert, and when she came to the lyric: "Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone," I looked to Gerald out of pure coincidence. And Gerald looked at me back. We exchanged a long gaze as Taylor kept singing.
And when Taylor began to sing the last chorus, Gerald looked at me once more, and formed a beeline in my direction. He shimmied through the crowds, and I managed to sneak a peek at his voluptuous toot as he turned to side-walk past some people. If I'm gonna be honest, I blushed bright red that night.
Then, Gerald put his hands on my shoulders, and we shared a kiss. It felt so natural. It felt like this had been rehearsed for centuries before we were born. It's like our souls aligned.]
But it felt dirty. We both knew damn well that incest was a sin, and that night, when I came home, I cried and told my meemaw all about it. She held me to her chest as I cried into it, and she stood, holding up her fist.
"Oh pumpkin-boo, we all make mistakes. If it makes you feel better, I kissed Pastor Louis when I was just at the ripe age of 12. And he's one of your cousins." She pat me on the head, and it really did make me feel a whole lot better.
"But that don't mean you can keep going on like this with your cousin Gerald, so tomorrow, we're moving you to New York City babe!" She cheered.
