Miss Lady

I've yet to learn the difference between wrong and right. I know what they are I just don't know where to draw the line. Maybe that's my problem. I don't know when enough is enough. I've always relied on the easy logic that when its gotten to far, I'll realize it.

But life doesn't always give you fair warning before everything goes awry. I never got a text saying I'd be kidnapped. I never got an email saying I need to keep my mouth shut when crazy people are talking.

Now I'm no longer Nicky Dame. I'm Miss Lady. I am no longer a child who doesn't know the difference between wrong and right. I am a (terrible) criminal who is stuck in the back of a van with a gun pressed to her head. My weapons are a phone, two twins who'd kill before they'd go down and a red head with no care in the world.