Hell On Heels - Rosemarie J Alvarez - Bog

"Jinx, Hurry up!" Heather whispered as I am under the steering wheel of the car. I flicked two wires together then the 1967 Yenko Camaro started up. Fuck started. It PURRED like a demon. We jumped into the car and took off speeding down the street getting the fuck out of Hicksville. Rewind for a moment.Let me introduce myself. I am Jinx Davis. Jinx Lynn Davis. Let's just say my school years haven't been pleasurable. Got into many fights because of some fuck head making fun of my name. It funny though I was the opposite of a jinx. I have been everyone's lucky charm. Yeah, that is because I am fucking awesome. I love being me. I just turned eighteen and escaped from my damn foster family. Assholes. All my foster home drove me to who I am today. My parents didn't want me, and all the foster homes wanted nothing to do with my badass. But that is what they get when they want to abuse me. I learned to fight back when I was almost raped at fifteen. I decided that I was no one punching bag from that day on. There was only two people that I loved from the foster family and that was Heather who is the same age as me just a few months older. Then there is Darrel, he was twenty - three and taught me what I know today. The only thing he didn't allow me to get into was drugs where he watched his parents died from it. The only thing I was to touch was weed, cigarettes and alcohol. I am a short shit. Five two and half to be exact. Yeah, Yeah, that half makes a huge different in my height. So, fuck off if you don't like it. My long black hair hit the middle of my back then I blenched the tips and added dark red into it. It looked fucking awesome. I was thin with big tits and an ass which allowed me to have my ways with seducing men. Ok truth bomb! I was a virgin. Shhh... Don't say shit. I wore the sexy rock kind of clothing. You know ripped skinny jeans, cut up Metallic tee- shirts, and I got to wear the fucking heels boots. Fucking loves those boots. I made sure to keep my make up light. That seems to work for the cops. I had an innocent look to my face. One cop said I had a face of an angel so there was no way that I was breaking the law. LOSER. I also make sure I worked out, so I was thin, but I had fucking muscles. No fatty tissues here. I had to make sure I can take down who I need to. My blue eyes is what the men chasing me. I just haven't found anyone interesting to give up my virginity to, yet. The quest to find a man that is fucking man enough to stick their stick up my pussy is still on. Slay this purring kitty who ever you are. If you haven't noticed that I have a smart mouth. I know I am a brat. I love it. I tell people off and make sure that I am in full attention. I just didn't realize who's attention I was perking but I was going to learn very quickly. Maybe I should have gone to church more. FUCK that. You know that song by Hozier 'Take Me to Church' and they talked about the chick that laughed at a funeral. Oh, that is SO me. I am sick and I love it. I will be that bitch sharping that knife to take a motherfucker out. Okay, Okay. Enough about my ass. I know I am awesome, but I do have a story for you. Truth to be told it was a love story but not your typical billionaire love story that save the love of their life. Fuck that. I don't need saving. I needed someone that pushed my badass more. Push my buttons. Hate them so much that I love them. If love is even real. Disney fucking lied about true love. I am not a fucking princess waiting for her white knight. Okay, let's get back to my new ride with Heather.