Free Jowendrhan by Poppet

 
    Chapter 1
     
     
    Slamming my hand against the steering wheel I burst into tears.
    That's just the last straw.
    My hands are shaking, the windows are misting, and as I hold my phone up against the light of the headlights I have no signal.
    Nudda.
    This isn't happening to me.
    Shit!
    Sniffing, trying really hard to be brave, I press the window down to judge how severe the downpour is. The car sounds like a tin can full of munching termites on speaker in here, and yep, sure as sugar-pops it's stormin' out there.
    Damn it. Damn it all. This is such a horrific toad choker and now I have to get out the car and change my own damn wheel.
    Where's a hero when you need one?
    Wiping my eyes, my mascara already streaked from my outburst, I take a deep breath, shoving the door open and squealing non stop all the way to the back to get the jack and spare wheel.
    Well now I'll look like a bedraggled orphan anyhow. No use cryin' over what ya can't change.
    Good god ya'll this thing is so heavy! Huffing and puffing I manage to just tip the wheel over the edge of the trunk, dropping it on my perfect white stiletto and smudging black all over the patent finish. My toe is so sore I just leave the wheel lying there.
    Crouching down I try ta wipe the mark off and it ain't budging for no one. I spent a small fortune on these, and now...
    Sitting my ass in a puddle, I curl my arms over my knees and bawl my eyes out. It's just not fair. I'm telling ya there's a god out there who has it in for me.
    My hair is straight as a pin and it takes me forevah ta get it done in the mornin', and just like that it's gonna be flat and awful.
    Sniffing, I stare at the wheel, slick and dirty.
    What a stupid system. They sure don't make cars for womenfolk. You have ta have muscles for this. I don't have muscles, I have a gun. I have a gun because I don't have muscles.
    Maybe it'll help if I try and undo the wheel first?
    Determined, I get up, almost crying again when I look at my purty pumps all messed up, stomping the two steps ta get that jack thing and the spanner thing.
    Good lord above this thing is just as heavy as the wheel!
    It's slippery now from the rain and I struggle with it with both hands, heaving the thing to the back wheel on the driver's side. Dropping it, I leave it there. It's probably broken now but hell that was heavy.
    Sloshing on tiny tall heels, I get that four spoked spanner thing, and even that is heavy enough to knock a stud out cold.
    Teetering back ta the wheel, I wrestle ta get the thing on the nut, and then I try turn it.
    Oh my gosh, this just ain't happenin'. It's stuck! That little sucker ain't budging an inch.
    Now what?
    Now ya see, this is why every belle needs a brother. Ya'll shouldn't be having chilrun if you can't give ya lil angel a big brother ta call on. Though knowing momma and pop's, if I did have a brother he'd probably be a womanizing alcoholic hell bent on working for Jim or Jack just for the freebees. And he'd be a no damn good fool any old how.
    Now if I could just get a signal on my phone I could call Sally and she could send that sweet son of hers ta come and help me.
    Oh bless, there's a light!
    Over here sweetheart!
    “ Yoohoo!”
    Waving madly as the light gets closer, at the last minute I recognize it's a biker boy. Ah hell Sherry, he could be a serial killer and now yer just putting your stupid ass in danger.
    As he slows I skid back 'round ta get my purse, fumbling through it ta get the Colt.
    I'm not into sissy guns. When I pull the trigger I need that boy ta go down and stop coming, and I don't care if I end up chippin' a nail in the process. It's just a cute little 380 Mustang, I got it cos I just love mah horses. It fits just right in mah hand and I think a lady needs protection ya know?
    There's a hundred shades of crazy drivin' around these days and lord above I'm not risking my virtue for a freak.
    This ain't the Houston I grew up in, times have changed. And it's nuthin like mawmaw's place out in