A Change of Plans

Hey Friends,

Sorry I've been out of touch for a while--you'll understand once I finish spinning this yarn for you all. Let me just say that I'm no longer in rehab (I couldn't last more than a few days), but my life has taken some interesting turns since I left the facility. I've been just too damned busy to sit and write everything down. But I'm ready to now.

I'll rewind a bit: after I last wrote, the laptop Leonard had given to me was "mysteriously" destroyed by another patient. I smelled foul play, but kept my cards close to my chest and didn't let on. No doubt Cain had found out where I was being kept and sent someone to fuck with me. My first instinct was to flip out and cut a bitch--but I stopped myself. And good thing I did.

Realizing I was not going to be safe anywhere, I decided to leave rehab and go back to my trailer. Mama and Starla were happy to see me, but Cunt Face was still nowhere to be found. No one had seen hide nor hair of my tranny twin sister. I sat in my recliner, closed my eyes and tried to tune into the special frequency--the one that only Cunt Face and I could tune into. I'm sure you've heard that twins have a special psychic connection and it was quite true in our case.

I focused on my sister and the answer came: she was in pain. But it wasn't a pain caused by violence--it was self-inflicted.

"I think Cunt Face has had her sex-change." I told my Mama, while she paced the living room, holding Starla.

"Oh, horse shit! You expect me to believe that whole twins mumbo-jumbo? She's probably in jail or something."

I knew better--Cunt Face had gotten her sex change surgery, but it made me sad that she went off on her own and didn't discuss it with me first. I would have helped her recuperate! God knows she got a morphine drip out of the deal! How selfish!

But I had to worry about Cunt Face and her new pussy later. I had bigger issues to tackle, like Cain's trial and my testimony against him.

That's when the phone rang: it was Leonard.

"Trasha, why did you leave rehab? It was the only place I could keep you safe! You are in danger, you know. Cain could have you killed at any moment! For all we know, your trailer is wired with bombs."

Leonard's concern was cute, but I had faced bigger challenges than a jilted lover in my day. I could handle Cain--especially after reading through all the documents Leonard had gotten for me. Knowledge WAS power and I was dripping in it. Cain was puddy in my hands now.

"Look, Leonard, I've done some thinking and I think it's best if I keep my big, fat, trap shut. I don't want to testify against Cain anymore."

There was silence on the other end.

"Hello? Leonard? Did you hear me? I'm not saying shit--so you can remove the protection you've put on me. I appreciate everything you've done, but I know what's best for me and that is to say nothing."

"I heard you, Trasha. And you're making a huge mistake."

Click.

I set the phone down--how dare he hang up on me?!

Mama was looking at me, horrified. "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Trasha?"

I stood, towering over her. "Don't ever doubt me, woman. I know exactly what I'm doing. And I know what I need to do now--I need to go see Cain in prison."


Love,

Trasha