I LOVED HIM ONCE
I loved him once, until he turned into an ass. How could I have been so stupid? I wasted my high school years catering to his every need and whim. It didn't matter if I had academic team practice, if he wanted to go to the city right after school, I blew off my team mates with even an explanation. This kind of thing happened over and over again.
I took a deep breath and started brushing my footprints off the old dirt road with a sycamore branch, feeling almost like Daniel Boone disguising a trail from the Indians. The air was thick with humidity and my damp hair clung to the nape of my neck.
"He'll be sorry he treated me like trast," I mumbled under my breath. "I'll really hit him where it hurts."
Flipping open my cell phone, I called my best friend. "I'm ready when you are. Go ahead and call him."
"Okey dokey, girlfriend. You sure you want to do this?"
I paused for the briefest moment, then said, "Yeah, I'm ready as I'll ever be."
Hanging up the phone, I sung my backpack over one shoulder and hiked down the dirt road. Reaching the truck parked near overflow pond at the county rock quarry, I opened the truck door and grabbed a handful of CDs and threw them carelessly on the ground. Hank Williams, Jr., Keith Urban, and Garth Brooks went sailing across the dusty road. Then I took his favorite John Deer hat and threw it into the bushes.
Sitting down in the truck seat with one leg in and one leg out, I shifted into neutral and released the parking brake. I got out, slammed the door shut and using my fluffy little body, started to push the truck toward the pond. Because the road was angled downhill toward the pond, the truck was quickly rolling on its own. I stepped back and with an evil grin I watched his pride and joy go over the side and into the pond.
Then I ran to the clump of trees near by and shimmed up as fast as I could. Reaching the safest point, I pulled my video camera out of my backpack and waited.
He was the one who taught me how to hunt, so I knew I was well hidden from preying eyes. He was also the one who taught me, "Payback's a bitch."