Forget About Me

By Marion Francis

They say there are two ways to get out of a bad situation; simple and hard. This is a story that takes someone down both paths. Deals behind closed doors are made while others made out in the open.

But this is no ordinary game of cat and mouse. New Orleans is a big city with lots of graveyards and swampy routes. Take the wrong one and you may not make it back. Thus the sayin' "Two go out, but one came back."

Heather had no idea how one night would turn her life around. "Timing is everything" she was told. "Do exactly as I tell you and in the order I tell you, and you'll succeed." is all the advise that was giving to her when she decided that she had enough.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marion Francis
• Release date: May 3, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466146457

Marion Francis

I am a short story and novella writer. All my stories are original fiction.My characters are derived from my readers character requests, people watching, worldwide business travel, vacation, magazines, and pure imagination.Enjoy

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Chapter 1 – I’ve got to getaway

It started raining harder as Heather ran up the stairs leading to her dumpy one bedroom motel room. She quickly pulled at the thin curtain sheet to cover the small window. It hanged half crooked like wet newspaper against the glass as she tried to cover up every inch. She peeked outside one last time to make sure she wasn’t being followed, and then sat on the edge of the hard bed.

She stared at a damp brown crumpled paper bag that was propped up in a corner of a tattered green sofa. The cold steel of the handgun left an outline impression on the front of her stomach as she pulled it out and tossed it next to the bag.

It’s been two days and eight hundred miles ago since she fled her hometown of Southfork Alabama. It’s a small town where people are born and never leave. But she wanted more and didn’t care what it cost.

She got up from the bed then rushed to the bathroom and threw up after remembering what had happened. The bruises on her face reassured her that it was the right thing to do. She touched each swollen eye then wiped away the slow dropping tears. She could see her boyfriend’s flying fist coming at her again as she closed her eyes trying to clear every memory of him out of her mind.

Now you won’t hurt me any more you son of a bitch. She murmured to herself as she stared at her face in the mirror.

He had done this to her before, but she didn’t want to leave him. She felt that she brought it all on herself. Everything was her fault. Not making enough money at the Dairy Queen, refusing to have sex with him when he would come home shit face drunk or when she forgot to buy beer on the way home from work.

I fixed your sorry ass. You won’t be doing this shit to me or anyone else again. She cursed at the