CHAPTER 2 RICK'S GIRL
"Damn this rain. I can't see a thing."
As I stare out the windscreen trying to make sense of the road ahead, I get more and more stressed out.
"Couldn't she have bloody died in summer?!" I ask.
Marge's gaze burns into my cheek.
"Hey! Don't curse the dead." She orders. Not like I care. Celeste was nothing more than a dog to me. I hire her for one night and the rest of my life was filled with Celeste related drama. Let me tell you, the only good to have come out of that whore was her baby girl. Well, she's not a baby anymore, as she keeps reminding me. But she'll always be a baby to me. My baby girl. My Corrie.
My Corrie, who's got me driving a good seven hours to Melbourne in pouring rain just to snatch her back from the grasp of her pretty princess, good for nothing aunt, who spends her days at the Garden Club, drinking tea and talking about daisies. Corrie doesn't belong there. She belongs with me. And that's why I'm going to get her back.
When I look out the car window into the blackness of the stormy night, I could see her. Her spirit was dancing among the creepy dark trees with their long jagged fingers, as if they were her friends. Corrie was a dark child who believed in the beauty of the night. Every time it rained with thick black clouds, I thought of her, like I did tonight.
God I miss her.
grrr, so flimsy
