Twisted

Twisted, Chapter One

Author's Note: My first story, yay! If you're reading this, you're either really bored or you've drank too much. Either way, I hope you love it! And if you do, leave a comment, or vote. On second thought, leave some feedback if you hate it, too.

                                                                                                                                                            -Marisahbee

P.S. Kamille's picture is to the right, in case you're curious. Oh, and this is a short chapter on purpose. Super long introductions are the worst, aren't they?

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First it was the lights. And then the sirens. That's when I knew I was screwed.

"I really don't need this," I said to myself, peering in my rearview. The police car cruising behind me didn't waver.

Cursing under my breath, I pulled over to the side of the heavily forested road. At that point, there wasn't much to do but wait. Wait for the officer that would surely send me to prison.

"C'mon, Kamille, weigh your options," I thought out loud, resting my head on the steering wheel.

Should I play it safe? It seemed like the only logical option. But then again, there was the off-chance that the officer would want to search my car. 

Should I kill him? Hell, there was already one corpse in my trunk. What harm could another do?

A sharp knock to my left brought my train of thought to a screeching halt. I rolled down the window, and stared up at the officer in question, one hand on the knife hidden under my dress.

A wave of despair swept through me as I took in the enormity of him. The deputy shining a flashlight in my face had to be at least six and a half feet tall.

Just my luck. He'd never fit in the trunk.

"Evening, ma'am," the policeman said with a toothy smile. "What's a pretty girl like yourself doing out at one in the morning?"

Huh. Maybe playing it safe wasn't such a bad idea.

"I'm so sorry, officer," I replied, throwing on my innocent face. "Oregon's  

still new to me. I moved up North from California about a month ago, and I can't drive anywhere without getting lost." It was a complete lie. I knew the Southern half of the state like the back of my hand; I didn't even think I was able to get lost.

"Sorry to hear that, ma'am," he replied. But are you aware your left taillight's out?"

"Well that's a surprise," I answered truthfully. Still, it wasn't much of a bombshell; I'd had a particularly eventful night... and for me, that was saying something.

Apparently approving of my lie (he obviously wasn't a good judge of character), the policeman gave me a curt nod. "Tell you what," he said after a short pause. "I'll let you off with a warning. And since you're so pretty, I'll even throw in the old map collecting dust in my glove compartment."

"Oh, thank you so much!" I replied, radiating false happiness.

I watched as the officer made his way back to the cruiser, wondering if he would've left me in the wilderness with a ticket had I not been pleasing to his eye.

Men were so petty.

"Here you go, little lady," the policeman announced when he returned.

He handed me the decrepit piece of paper and pointed out the path to civilization. I thanked the officer again for the help and continued on my merry way.

Thanks to my horrible memory, it took me ten minutes to recall the reason I'd  

been in the middle of nowhere in the first place.

"Holy sh-" I murmured.

I had to get rid of this body.

And I knew exactly where to go.