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Inspired by true events
I step out of the shower and the fresh water dripping down every inch of my 5'9, sweet scented, skin tattooed. I stop for a second in the mirror and catch a look at myself. I'm a twenty something newly single woman with no one telling me what and how to do anything. I do a 180, flip my dark black wet hair and wrap up in a towel. My face is a mess from yesterday's make up. My eyes hazel eyes glisten as I wipe my eyelids with lotion on a cotton ball. As I walk into my bedroom I think, what are you going to do with yourself now? You have no one to wait on hand and foot and you finally get to do what you want to do without asking permission. Finally free from his controlling grip and free to do what I please. For the past 4 years I have been a victim of a nasty relationship. I was under lock and key and not free to do anything as I please. I was being told what to wear, how to look, what to say and do. Freedom was bitter sweat. I had to explore myself and only worry about me for once. No looking behind my back, no worrying about what to say and walking on egg shells, being intimidated on a daily basis. His hold of me has finally been lifted. I plop down on my bed and day dream for a while. I never had any so called free time. Between work and my ex all my time was planned out for me. I'm so glad that he can never come close enough to me, to hurt me ever again. I will never have to cover up any marks that he put on me, or make excuses for them.
I get myself up throw on a yellow sundress and grab a fresh bottle of red wine from the cellar. Its high noon and I feel a little thirsty, so I open the cupboard and grab out my favorite wine glass. I set up my laptop and hope that there aren't emails with problems from my wedding vendors. Today is going to be a great day, no drama and no stress, I tell myself as I pop the cork to a nice red wine. Filling my glass, I'm distracted by an email that reads. New beginnings click here. "Oh fuck it," I think as I open the email and slowly sip off my glass.
"Mrs. Carter, you are officially invited to come and see the side of life that you have been missing." Please accept our offer of an all expenses played vacation to Atlantic City, NJ.
My first reaction is SPAM, but after reading further I see,
‘You are a very valued customer of Visa/ Master Card and we like to reward our customers.'
Oh Hell. This can't be for real.
‘Please contact our sweepstakes department at 1-866-555-9688 and have your conformation number G6838gL098 ready. You must contact us within 48 hours of receiving this email, to be eligible for this offer.'
This is too good to be true I think to myself as I call the number just for shits and giggles. After being on hold for a few minutes, and listening to that annoying elevator music, a Representative comes on the Line.
"Thank you for calling Visa/Master Card Services, this is Alicia, how may I direct your call?" she asks.
"Hello, my name is Rose Carter and I have received a confirmation number via email." I explain to her.
"Well congratulations, I can help you with that. What is your confirmation number Ms. Carter?" she continues.
I give her the confirmation number that was on the email and she says, "Mrs. Carter, I have you down for a one way ticket from LAX to Atlantic City, 7 day personal driver, 7 day 6 night stay at the Trump Taj Mahal. The credit for all your expenses has been cleared. When are you available to vacation?"
"Um, well, as soon as possible," I inform her in total shock. She gives me the date of the 25Th. I quickly turn to my calendar I see that I have nothing planned and I take the date.
"Perfect, your tickets and all accommodation information will be in the mail today and I should receive my packet in 24 hours via UPS."
"Thank you very much." I thank her for her time and hang up the phone.
Oh my God, did that just happen to me. I actually won something bad ass for once in my life. But Momma always taught me to, ‘Never believe it until I see it.' I shake my head clear and continue to read emails. I'm interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Perfect timing I think to myself as I notice the familiar car in the driveway.
"Hey girl" she says as I open the door. It's Melinda, Just the person that I want to see.
"You'll never believe who I just got off the phone with," I blurt out.
"What are you talking about," she says
I start to break down what just happened and she shouts out,
I finish explaining how the timing couldn't be any better for this and how I can't wait to get away. I have only 2 days to prepare for a week trip. Mel and I spend the rest of the evening day dreaming about a getaway trip. She takes off home and I get ready for bed.
As I lay in my bed I can't seem to turn my brain off with the anticipation of tomorrow and seeing if this package actually comes.
The next day I'm practically pacing in front of the big bay windows in the front of my house that go show the entire yard and street. Where is the damn UPS man, why hasn't he come yet? I head into the kitchen to refill my glass and I hear a knock at the door. I rush and open it. To my surprise there is a man in a brown uniform that has a letter in his hand and his digital pad in the other.
"Mrs. Carter" He says and raises one eye brow, as I stand there is a robe. I haven't even had the chance to get dressed yet. I was too busy waiting for him.
"Yes." I say and close up my robe a little tighter.
He hands me my letter and asks for me to sign, so I do and thank him. I shut the door and lean back against it to brace myself for the news. Either it's true or too good to be true. I stick my finger into the side of the envelope and tear it open. There is a letter addressed to me with flight numbers and address of the hotel, driver information, and all the travel accommodations. It's real, it's really for real!
My first call naturally is Melinda. She was so excited when I told her about the possibility of this all being real. I text her ‘it's real' and not even 10 minutes later she is flying through my door with excitement. We quickly move to my bedroom and I pull down the jumbo suitcase from the closet and throw it on my bed. We are giddy like little school girls and jump around in excitement. Mel goes into the kitchen and a crack open a bottle of wine and brings two glasses to my room. I open the empty suitcase and look at Mel. She is grinning from ear to ear, and is sincerely showing excitement toward my vacation plans, as she hands me a glass of wine.
"This couldn't come at a better time Rose." Mel says sipping her glass. I knew what she was referring to. Even though everyone thought I was distraught about the breakup with Jason, I couldn't be happier with my life right now. Freedom is awesome!
She goes to the kitchen and grabs my laptop and sits on the bed. I stand pointlessly looking at my closet filled with clothes thinking, what I should ware in Atlantic City.
"Well they say if you want to get naughty the only place you can do it is Atlantic City." As she fingers away on the keyboard.
I begin to pack random summer outfits and think that it's the middle of July so I'll mostly likely be by the pool at some swanky hotel. I ask Mel to Google the hotel and see what comes up.
A website flashes across the screen reading "Experience a Luxurious Getaway."
We both look at the pictures that begin to scan by and our jaws drop. The hotel is amazing, The ‘Trump Taj Mahal.' There were many tabs on the side that were labeled: Casino, Entertainment, Nightlife, and Salon Spa.
"Where do we start?" Mel asked as she clicked onto the casino part of the hotel. Bright lights and movie stars. My stomach started to turn in the anticipation. I throw in a few bathing suits, fresh undies, a little black dress and heels of course, comfy shorts and shirts.
"This time tomorrow I'll be on a plane to New Jersey," I squeal.
As Mel is sharing random info about the Hotel and all the cool things there will be to do there, I realize that I'm going alone.
"I wish it was tickets for two," I say with worse pout face.
I continue to grab outfits out of my closet and I run across the "in case of emergency" box. It is filled withal kinds of fun. I take it out and put it on the bed next to my suitcase. Mel sees it and gives me a huge grin.
"You never know if I will need a little stress relief after a 4 hour plane trip." I say to her and shoot her the wink.
"Ohhh... It's going to be that type of vacation?" she says sassy.
"Maybe." I shrug, and throw the box in my suitcase.