The police are after Victoria Nelson. All over the news, it has become very well known that the billionaires 'Robert and Melanie Nelson' were found said by their serving girl. Their main suspect is their dear, daughter, Victoria. Everyone can't stop talking about what might bring such a sweet girl to murder her own parents. Money? Fame? Or was she just born evil? Everything points to her. Where is she now? "We suspect that Miss Nelson is already on the run, but we'll catch her." Quote the police. But little do they know... Victoria is still there.
"Shit!", says Victoria as she sees herself on the news. "Why'd they have to use a bad photo? They are falsely accusing me of the murder of my parents, and they can't even at least use a good photo. And check the fucking downstairs living room for your suspect. Hello!!!!", she yells.
"Shut up down there!", a cop says.
"God damn... He's good.", She says sarcastically. Victoria sits in front of a TV, in a lounge chair, wearing sweatpants and a boxy, men's, grey t-shirt to match, with Cheeto dust all over her hands and face. She sighs, "What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can't go to prison!" She thinks for a moment. "I know! I'll hide. The one place they'd never expect..."
And that is what she does. She hides the one place they'd never expect her to go... Like why would anyone hide there? Seriously.
"Hey, you.", says an inmate.
She wakes up on the floor, "Oh hey, girl. What's up?"
"Aren't you that girl from the news? Who murdered her parents?", they ask.
Victoria shrugs, "Yeah I guess."
"Well.", says the inmate. "What are you doing here?"
"Hiding.", she chuckles.
"Hiding? In a goddamn prison?", the inmate face palms. "You'd better run, being here is a really fucking stupid idea, kid."
"Well, I tried hiding. I guess I can run too.", she gets up and brushes off the dust. Then she starts to leave.
"Wait! How the fuck did you get in here?", they ask.
"Well I—"
"Hey it's Victoria Nelson! Get her!", the guards say when they spot her leaving and run to try to catch her.
"Gotta go!", Victoria escapes again. How she did so isn't clear, but she runs like hell until she steals a car and drives for hours.
Almost to the state border between New York and Pennsylvania, she runs out of gas and stops to fill up. After she fills up the tank, she heads inside the corner store. But what she notices when she walks in, is her picture on the news and she rushes to the bathroom to hide.
"Shit shit shit.... What do I do?", she thinks to herself. "I have to disappear... But how? I can... Change my identity! I can be someone else. I will be someone else. This shouldn't be hard. I've watched a lot of television."
Victoria starts to change things about her appearance to look different. Wash of the makeup... And Cheeto dust. "That did something." Unstuff bra. "Goodbye my beautifuls. You will be missed." Tuck in shirt. "Nope." And she untucks it. She looks in the mirror. "This won't do. No this won't do at all." She thinks more. "Aha!", Victoria cuts her long, brown hair short and messy with her pocketknife. Then she uses a brow pencil to fill in her brows, make them bigger, darker, and add a 4'oclock shadow. And then she stuffs toilet paper in her underwear for a sexy bulge. "Hell yeah! Perfect! Damn I'm a sexy fucker, aren't I?"
This whole time there has been knocking on the door, "Hurry up!!" But now the knocking is getting furious. "Get out! You have been in there for a long time! Let someone else go!"
"I'm trying to shit!", Victoria yells and makes a seriously intense shitting sound with her mouth. "Wow that's a big one! Damn my ass hurts!", she can't help but to almost burst out in laughter. "Can't believe I just did that, that was disgusting."
The man outside the door quiets for a second, just enough time for Victoria to make sure everything looks okay and to practice her man voice.
Then again, 'Hurry up right now, or I'm gonna—"
She slams the door open and gets all up in his face, "GOING TO WHAT, MOTHER FUCKER?!"
Victoria's masculine voice and look definitely does do the trick it seems, and that man is in shock, "Sorry, dude, I didn't mean it, man. Please."
Dude? Man? Her disguise must be better than she thought. "Yeah. Think twice next time." She gets out of his face.
"Sir...", says the cashier. "If you're not going to buy something, get out."
Victoria quickly grabs a Kitkat candy bar off the shelf and gives the lady a fifty-dollar bill, "Keep the change."
"Wow.", she gasps. "Thank you mister-?"
She comes up with the first name that comes to mind, "Gregory.. uh... Jaydan.... Gregory Jayden." Then sees the candy bar. "Kat. Gregory Jaydan Kat." He says with a big grin.
"Thank you, Mr. Kat.", the cashier says, suspicious but astonished.
He leaves out the store and gets in stolen pick up truck. He leans back his chair, doesn't buckle his seat belt, starts the engine, and turns on the radio really loud. "Fuck yeah. I'm Gregory Jayden Kat, bitch." Then he continues on the road and his story begins. "I love this song!"
YOU ARE READING
The Story of Gregory Jaydan Kat
Humor"I didn't do it." The story of how a boy becomes a man... Except that boy is a girl in need of a new identity when she is the main suspect in the murder of her parents! She escapes, but will her-his ridiculous personality that seems to defy reality...
