I woke up feeling very light headed and dizzy. My head felt like it weighed a million pounds and I was so nauseous I could just blow chunks then and there. I almost drifted back to sleep until the reality of the situation sank in. I had a sudden flashback of my accident. All I remember is the chloroform and the sharp object hitting my head, and then all of the blood. The once sticky blood was now matted and dried all over me.
I looked around and realized I was in the back-seat of someone's car. 'What am I gonna do?' I asked myself.
My view wasn't all that great but I could see enough to tell a young looking teenager was driving an old beat up car. I felt a stab of pain in my head and quickly shot up, bumping my head on the roof, and catching the attention of the driver.
"So Daisy, it's about time you got up. Ma told me you were being a brat and ran away again, so I figured I would punish you. Ma is very worried about you. She told me to bring you home right away, but were not going home."
"What the hell are you talking about? Who the hell are you, why the hell did you fucking attack and kidnap me, and who the hell is Daisy?!!!" I screamed at her.
"You are so stupid Daisy. Hello!!?? I am your sister Melissa. What the hell is your problem?" she shouted back at me.
"My problem is, I don't know who the hell you fucking are or why the fuck I am here."
"Well, I have a roadtrip planned for us. As you know, I am determined to be Mrs. Carter, so we are going to follow there tour everywhere they go. I am bound to fuck Nick at least once if I follow him around. I am sure he will like me."
I looked at her like she was crazy. She was very ugly. Nappy orange hair, bushy brown eyebrows, pimple scars all over her face, lots of flabby rolls, and yellow-green crooked teeth.
"Are you crazy! Pull this car over right now and let me out!"
"No fucking way. You will be accompanying me on my little rondevouz. Just go back to sleep. We are staying at a motel across from where the BSB are staying, so we should be there in a few hours." She stated fiercely.
"You are fucking crazy you skany nappy ass bitch!! You and your rolls of flubber could never attract Nick Carter! You are so fucking ugly!!! Go back to your cage!" I screamed at her.
She made a displeased noise, but didn't comment back. I started to cry, cause I had no idea what I was going to do.
'Who is Daisy?' I thought to myself. 'Why does she think I'm Daisy?'
On the floorboard next to me I saw her wrinkly purse. I had to know why she thinks I'm Daisy. I pulled out a wallet type looking thing and opened it. I saw a money compartment loaded with cash and many credit cards. Thats when I found what I was looking for. I gasped at the strange sight.
There in her wallet, was a picture of a girl who looked identical to me. Same curly red hair, same green eyes.
Looking at the back of the picture it read, "To Melissa with all my love, Daisy."
It all became clear to me why she thought I was Daisy.
I quickly slipped her wallet back into her purse and laid down so I could figure things out. Two hours later, I came to an unsettling conclusion.
The best thing for me to do is just to stick it out till we get to Orlando. Then I will bail. The only reason I can get away with this is because I look so much like her. I knew it was dangerous, but I have to try.
Minutes later we arrived in front of a fancy hotel. I saw two large buses parked outside and many screaming girls surrounding them. Melissa opened her rusty beat up door and it made a sickening squeaky sound. She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the screaming crowd.
Melissa smelled like rotten cheese, and every step she took all her rolls moved up and down. It was a sickening sight.
When we reached the crowd of girls, Melissa pushed our way to the front. I knew I looked disgusting covered in blood, and people were staring. The front door of the buses opened and I saw one of the backstreet boys get off the bus. Followed by another. And another. And another.
From another bus, a girl was walking next to the boys. She had dark black curly hair and a leather outfit. She turned around and looked back, and for a quick second- I could swear I saw Michelle.
~Back with Michelle~
The bus ride was long and boring. The other girls on the bus were unfriendly, and I was in a cranky mood. When we finally arrived at the hotel, I was glad to get off the stuffy bus. I could hear girls screaming so loud I am surprised their lungs didn't burst.
I was just about to walk through the double doors of the hotel, when I heard someone scream "CATFISH!!!" Wondering why anyone would scream catfish, I turned around.
Only for an instant, I thought I saw a girl who resembles Mercedes a lot.
"Nah, forget it." I said to myself and walked away.
The hotel was very extravagant. It almost looked like the hotel I went looking for Mercedes in, and now I was staying in it. It was only 9:00pm, but I was dead tired.
When I got to my room, I was surprised to find it very nice. There were three rooms; a bedroom, a living room, and a bathroom. I was in heaven.
Seconds after I fell into bed, clothes and all, I fell asleep.
"ERK, ERK, ERK, ERK!"
I was ripped out of a peaceful sleep by the goddamn alarm clock.
Dragging my lazy ass out of bed, I hoped in the shower. The hot water felt good on my skin. I was definitely disgusting, because I hadn't showered in days. After drying off, I decided I didn't want to wear the same outfit as yesterday, so I looked around, trying to get an idea of what to wear. Finding a bathrobe, I slipped that over my bear body and pulled on my leather pants. What an interesting ensemble.
Looking at the clock, I realized I had to meet Howie downstairs in five minutes. With one last fluff of my hair, I grabbed my room key and I was on my way. In the elevator, this kid kept staring at me weirdly.
'Pervert,' I thought to myself.
When the doors opened, I looked around and saw Howie no where in sight.
'Ugh, I am always early.'
I sat down on a big fluffy couch next to some blond kid. As I waited, I noticed everyone in the hotel stop and stare at my outfit.
Sheesh, without thinking, I began to sing,
"Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro. Can you tie them in a knot, can you tie them in a bow?"
I stopped when I noticed the blonde kid staring at me.
"Hey kid, if the wall paper could talk, what do you think they would say?" I asked him.
He looked at me like I was crazy and I diverted his attention to something else.
Five minutes later, Howie came down the stairs and into the lobby, lookin' pretty fine as usual.
"Damn girl, what are you wearing?" he asked me.
"I didn't have anything to wear." I told him.
"Well, you look like a hooker to be honest, so we better go shopping fast." He said, motioning towards the door.
Our first stop was, by my choice and much convincing, Victoria's Secret. I had no bra and no shirt so I dragged Howie in there. He looked reluctant, but obliged. I saw this rack of t-shirts so I left Howie and he looked around by himself. When he reached a rack of skimpy neglaches. About thirty minutes of neglaches, he called me over.
"Hey, no suitcase is complete without one of these!" He said, holding up the skimpiest one on the rack.
I laughed, but checked to see if they had it in my size. Howie looked shocked that I was actually thinking about buying it. Finding one, I grabbed it off the rack and continued my search for a bra and t-shirt.
After about thirty minutes of browsing, I finally selected five t-shirts, five silky bras, and the negleche. After paying for it, we left the store in search of pants. When we saw Limbo Lounge, I just new I had to get some pants from that store.
I picked out a pair of leather pants with chicken feathers all over them, leopard skin pants, and some bellbottoms. We paid and I went to the bathroom to change.
I swear, when I walked into the bathroom it was the revenge of the fat ladies. There must have been six 300 pound women smoking and itching their boobs. I quickly ran past them into a stall. After I came out, I looked in the mirror. I looked pretty good sporting' my bellbottoms and a belly t-shirt. I went looking for Howie and I was very surprised at what I saw.
Howie was in a music video store, watching a Rupaul video. He kept on singing, "Strike a pose," and "Sashe, Shante."
A scene like this seriously made me wonder if he was gay.
"Ummm...Howie...what the hell are you doing?!?!" I asked him, with a questioning look.
"Getting in tough with my feminine side. Who knew being a girl could be so much fun!!"
"When you start shoving tampons up your ass, Howie dear, give the gay/lesbian hotline a call," I told him, with a weird look.
We decided to leave the mall, so we sat on a park bench a few blocks away.
"Hey Howie, why are you a Backstreet Boy?" I asked him, staring off into space.
"Sometimes I ask myself that a lot. I mean, one minute I was playing in small club gigs and the next I was one of the richest musicians ever. I mean, before I was famous, girls wouldn't even go near me and now they'll give me head for an autograph. I always wonder," Howie told me.
"Well, don't wonder to much or your head will wonder right up your ass."
He just looked at me and laughed. "I don't really know what made me think of this, but you remind me of someone. About two days ago, this leather chick came into a restaurant we were eating in. She was a real smart ass. She threw coke all over A.J. and dumped a milkshake all over Nick. The real funny part was, she thinks she stole our bus, but she really didn't. At a rest stop we went to a few days ago, our bus broke down, and much to our surprise N'Sync just happened to be there. Brain got this twisted idea to take there bus on a little joyride, so actually the girl stole the N'Sync bus. After that the girl supposedly boned A.J. all night long, or so he says, but I think that is bullshit. I think the girl said her name was Mercedes or something cheap like that."
In a single instant, everything became clear to Michelle.
Chapter 8
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