PLAYING THE PLAYERS

chapter 3

And just like that, I saw my life review. Every bad thing I ever did.

Nah, just kidding. I have succesfuly avoided the car. Thank god. The idiot probably didn't even see me. 

And just when I wanted to start running again the car stopped. I looked worriedly at it and thought of running away so that I won't need to get through my kidnaping again. I think I have had enough of those for whole of my life. And those are just the cons of being the billioners daughter. 

The car stopped at me. It was a Mercedes CLS 320, one of my favorite mercedes's. The beige slim car that was just a little tapered at the back was a wonderful car, that could change into a sports car in just a split of a second. My dad had it when I was a little girl. And he let me sit on his lap while he was driving and I was pretending to hold the steel and drive. But of course he was holding the steel just to make sure we won't crash. 

And all of a sudden the doors opened. A long depilated leg with Jimmy Choo red hills appeared and just then I could see a woman about 40 years old step out of the car. 

"Aunt Rosie!" I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw aunt Rosie only on very few ocassions. Usually on weddings or funerals. Mostly funerals. 

"Oh, Braddy! Where are you my girl? I need your help!" My aunt looked more like some model other than a profesor of english and history. Mostly seniors applied on that subject just to try to bang her. Too bad for them that she has a husband that she adores and two wonderful kinds - my cousins that are just a bit older than me. And even though she is rich she is teaching - for free might I add - just beacuse she loves to do that. She is a very ambicious woman that has a wonder inside her head. She's the smartest person I have ever had the privilage to meet.  Although she did gives this authoritive look she was like honney on the inside. She was a really nice lady. 

"What's going on aunt Rosie? Something wrong? What do you need?" Although I was thrilled that she came here the bad thought ran to my mind as soon as I saw her. I just hope that she and everyone else is okay. You know - I already told you that I mostly see her on funerals. 

"Oh darling everything is perfectly fine! I just have a favour to ask you!"

"Wait? You drove so far just to ask me for a favour? You know you could have just called?"

"Well I wanted to, but I thought that it'd be more appropriate to ask you in person since it's kind of a big deal."

"Ok. Shoot." I wasn't scared of what she's going to ask me to do, it was just a tad bit odd. We didn't exacly live close to eachother. 

"I will, but not here. It's not really appropriate to ask you for such thing on the street. Hop into the car. I'll tell you everything when we get to your house."

I was making my way to the shutgun when I heard her: "Or even better; you drive. I've driven a long way I need to rest my hands otherwise they'll burn out!"

And I couldn't be happier at that moment! I can drive! And as far as you met me you should have know by now that the ride to my house won't be one of those boring drives to the city. I stepped my foot onto the gas a s soon as I sat down. And aunt Rosie didn't mind that, we're quite alike. We both like speed and adrenalin.

And before you could say 'fuck' we were at my house. And just that's when I realised that my mom's probably in there pissed waiting for me. Trying to stay calm giving me the nice look and right now reading a paper to get her pulse down and trying not to die from a heart attack. And dad being my dad trying to comfort her, telling her that he'll talk to me.

I almost forgot that aunt was in the car and she probably sensed my wish to just stay in the car.

"Is that wich angry at you again for something you didn't do?"