Confessions of a Bitch

Daddy's Girl

By the time the sun starts rising over the dark horizon, the adrenaline rush begins to fade. It’s six in the morning and my back hurts like hell.

“Keep driving straight,” The GPS says. I almost roll my eyes. I’m basically alone on a long strip of road leading to Carnarvon with nowhere to turn. I’ve got more than three hours left of driving to complete and a part of me wants to slam on the accelerator and get to my destination on time.

Paradise Resort lies somewhere in the heart of the small rural town and I plan on arriving there in one piece. I still have no idea why dad decided to take mum to Carnarvon of all places. There are some nice places in Geraldton to have a romantic getaway, but no, being the romantic man dad is, he had to take her all the way to Carnarvon.

I go through my action plan: arrive in Carnarvon, find my parents, tell them about the whole drama with Viper and get them home. I try ignoring the nagging holes in my plan. I still have no idea on how I’m going to find my parents. Secondly, I don’t even know if I’m ready to tell them about Viper and thirdly, I have no backup. I should have called Bob before leaving the house. Maybe I should have asked Rhys for help. Maybe.

I turn on the radio and listen to the morning news. Everything is normal. Tony Abbott is still on his way to fuck up the country and Syria is still in chaos. I turn the dial to the music station and begin humming along to some of the songs that play.

By the time it’s six forty, the fuel tank is half empty. I hold my breath. I can’t afford to have the car break down in the middle of the highway. That would just lead to a whole other drama regarding questions about where I’m going and why there’s a gun in the back of the car. I turn off the radio and open the windows in a bid to save some fuel, but I soon chicken out of the idea when the hot summer air rushes into the car and begins roasting me alive.

It’s seven thirty when Britney Spears decides to wave her magic wand. I spot small petrol station sign a few hundred metres away and breathe a sigh of relief. At least I’m not going to break down at the side of the road. I indicate towards the station and park the car. My stomach rumbles like a bitch when I begin filling up the tank. I hope they sell some food in the petrol store, else I’ll be peeved. It costs nearly eighty dollars to fill up the tank. If I was low on cash, I would just drive away without looking back. But since I have a stash of money in the boot, I decide to give it a slip. I put the petrol hose back in its place and take two hundred dollars from the bag. As I walk towards the petrol store, I press the lock button on the car keys. It may as well be quiet, but I’m not taking any chances with someone snooping through my belongings.

“Hey,” I say to the cute boy at the counter.

“Morning.” He replies. He has dark, curly hair and a smile to die for. Damn. I don’t know how someone can be so alert by this time in the morning. By the looks of it, it seems he’s been working since late last night.

I quickly roam through the things in the shop. As expected, there are no premade breakfasts for sale, so I make do with confectionary products. Hooray to my future life with dentures. I grab some packets of Timtams, lollies, sweetened popcorn and chips, and a few bottles of Powerade and water.

Counter Boy smirks when I dump my purchase onto his desk.  “You could get all these at cheaper prices if you went to Coles or Woolworths.”

“But I’m not at Coles or Woolworths.” I reply.

Counter Boy begins scanning the items. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going on a camping trip.”

He raises an eye brow when he looks at my clothing. “You’re going camping, wearing that?”

“Who said I was? I’ll get changed later.”