I sped down the empty backroad as fast as possible. I had to piss really bad. I had finally scavenged a gas station after 20 minutes of looking. I pulled up to a gas pump and got out of my car. I opened the trunk of my car and grabbed my duffle bag. I walked into the gas station and headed straight for the bathroom. Once I stepped into the bathroom I kicked off my heels and unzipped my duffle bag and pulled out a fresh set of clothes and my skincare bag. I struggled to pull off my dress, but once I got it off went over to the toilet to pee. A girl got to do what a girl gotta do if you know what I mean. I then waddled over to the mirror and started to take my makeup off, brushed my teeth, and took all of my jewelry off. I washed my face and moisturized and after that, I put on a plain white sweatshirt and grey sweatpants. I struggled on one leg like a baby flamingo to put my fluffy socks on, then put on crocs because they are comfy as hell.
After I got dressed and peed one more time I left the bathroom. After I left the bathroom I made my way over to the food. I grabbed a bag of chips, candy, 2 hotdogs, a pretzel, and a bottle of water. got to stay healthy am I, right ladies. After I grabbed all of my food I strutted my ass over to the cash register and paid. I then headed to my car. I threw my duffle bag in the trunk of my car then got in the driver's seat. I started my way down another backroad that was empty without the sight of one other car. I switched on the news channel on my radio and heard.
" It has just been reported at the annual governor's ball in Oregon last night Dr.Marshall Gideon has been found brutally murdered. After several counts of s****l assault and r**e Gideon was proven not guilty. Police believe this could be the reason for the death of Gideon. But after hours of searching, there has been absolutely no evidence found. The security cameras at the ball had been hacked into and turned off so there is no video evidence of anyone doing anything to him. Gideon was seen talking to a group of older women just hours before his death but there is no further evidence. And that is all for breaking news."
I drove down the road with an accomplished smirk laced across my face.
You may be wondering "who in the right mind of hell is this psychotic woman?". Well, my name is Rosalie Lovelace and I'm an assassin. I work with a group of people who believe our meaning in life is to finish the business that courts didn't set out to do. Basically we are a group of singled handily picked out badasses to give justice to unjust situations. We aren't that close though. We just live in a big mansion owned by our boss.
But all you really need to know about me right now is that I'm just a girl with a rough past that just wants to help people in ways no one helped me. And I'm a f*****g badass