Revenge of The Swamp Bitch, Part 1

Revenge of The Swamp Bitch, Part 1

Kashyra Woods

04/23/2026

Have you ever seen something so pretty you tried to grab it? A beauty so surreal it makes you cry. That’s how I feel about the bay. The open neon blue water that stretches for eternity with the sky with two amazing backdrop to compliment it better whether it’s dark or light. And a nice brown dock that look like it was made for me just to sit and observe the view. I wish I could touch it. I wish it could hug my whole body, I wonder what water feels like. Is it wet? Is it cold? I have so many questions that might remain unanswered …... Mama said were forbidden from getting in the bay. The only time we could even get remotely close is when we must ride on jet skis to the Bahamas for work. And even then, we must wear these long, thick, water suit that cover my whole skin. All of this because of the 0.01% …. Especially Mr. Bozos laziness ruined the city when he was being too cheap for actual safety conditions for his employee, thus making the nuclear plant blow up killing thousands and destroy Miami land. Most of the land got destroyed, all the native animals went extinct, and I would never be able to see my dad again. I would’ve some peace in my heart and did some healing if I had some justice…. But nah all Bozo had to do was give about 5 million to the Miami Dolphins team to get a pardon and a new school named after him. Like his name needs to be attached to children please. I never been the same since that day, I grew this dark energy in my heart. It’s stronger than hatred, I never loath someone the way I despise that man. It’s crazy, I’ve even had some thoughts that are borderline murde-
“Girl, pay attention! We almost at the security gate.”
I was so distracted by my thoughts I didn’t even realize that I already clock in for work about to pick up a shipment. My coworker and closest friend left in town was surprisingly accoupling me on this trip which is rare. Were always goofing off on the clock so they usually separate us.
“Please state your business” said the security officer whose hands was on his gun ready to use if we even think wrong
“We’re going to the Bahamas to pick up three crates of fish and come back sir” Mya took charge of the conversation. Gave me a look that said please get it together.
The security guard gave us hesitate to look like he wasn’t sure of us
“Come on man, were trying to get back before sundown” I said in annoyed tone I could’ve been nicer and have no real reason to have an attitude, but I really didn’t want to travel back through Caribbean water with a whole bunch of fish. That just seem like were making us easy prey.
Mya gave me a ‘I’m going to slap you later’ look but the guard rewarded my boldness with by letting us through
“Now you and miss smartass better be back here by sundown, the tides supposed to be bad” the security snapped back with warning.
We take the hour and 30-minute drive and arrive to the dock before Mya spoke again
“Please don’t bring me into your weird suicide attempt ever again. What was my mom and all my siblings going to do about food if I didn’t make it home? You are always so impulsive, never think things through.’’ Mya seem exhausted with my shit I need to be careful before she dropped me. I should have more sympathy about her situation. Having to be the breadwinner of a family of eight siblings and a mother with cancer I would be strict to.
“I honestly sorry, I really didn’t mean to be so rude to the man he just doing his job. I keep getting mad about how my life got here. I’m unknowingly dragging you into my misery.” I finally confessed. “I should be at USC right now; you should be at the club doing God knows what. Can’t believe the whole city got fucked up because of one lazy man mistake. And we don’t even get compensating for it!! Like why the fuck the Dolphins have our money? You’re not going to tell me 4 peat Superbowl champs are broke.” I got so lost in my usual “I HATE THE RICH” monologue again I loaded the crate of fish on the dock by myself.
“You need to let that anger go, it going to make you wrinkle and you can’t afford Botox” she joked trying to lighten the mood.
“Its 2100 and we still don’t have time machine! It’s no point in trying to control or change the pass. Cause you’re stuck here mad, depress, and alone at that evil man while he somewhere getting money …. he doesn’t even know or care about the victims he hurt.” Mya words hit like a dagger in my heart and soul. Not because it was harsh but because it was true.
“Damn Oprah you right, I am stuck here mad and depress” I notice we finished two hours earlier than expected. “How bout we get ourselves a drink and leave our problems here. You’re right I need to move on and be present again”
“That’s the spirit!! I know the perfect spot it’s only a 5-minute walk from the dock. We could lock our bikes here” I have a questionable look on my face. One thing about Mya she LOVE hanging with the elites. Her dream life is to be a stay-at-home mom to a billionaire. “This not one of those rich kids establishments you’re obsess with, right?”
“Nah it’s like a chill dive bar with like middle-aged tourists I promise.”
“Girl, this is not chill what kind of bar is this?”
I forgot how calculated Mya lies are. Like yes, she was telling the truth about it being a dive bar, but it was not chill and the youngest person there was us. Plus, it was a bunch of rich college kids who look like the only black artist they know is Logic.
“The last time I was here it was chill. Only like 8 people and the DJ was playing PinkPantheress.”
I let my eyes take a lap around the very lively bar, usually I would put on my fun fake personality and have fun, I just don’t think today should be that day, with how emo I was being a victim of capitalism. Partying with their offspring just seem like hypocritical.
“You know, maybe we should just go back to Miami I could cook us something” I pleaded but she was not behind me. She already made her way over to a group of guys, her eyes already on the obnoxious one. I follow behind like a lost puppy and watch how quick she becomes like this female personality and make everyone welcome.
“Hey, what you want to drink? They’re paying” Mya end up taking one of the boy cards like she’s her lifelong wife or something
“Something quick like a rum and coke, we still have to go back to the shore” I tried to remind her that we are technically still clock in a work and we have fresh fish in a cooler that need to be delivered; Without putting her on blast in front of the nameless boy she’s trying to get with.
“Hey, what the rush you just got here” I guess since he’s paying for one drink, he feels like he has some authority over us or something.
‘My name is Kristen, how about you come over and chill with the rest of my friends” putting his arm around me with some type of cigar lit in my face.
“ Sorry, love too but we have to work” I say politely while removing his arm around me “ I feel better now thank you lets go” trying to find Mya but she was already drinking down five shots with the other boys that his friends were with, I don’t know how in the hell she got over there so fast but I headed towards her bout to scold her like a mother
“Need I remind you that we are still clocked in” I whisper in her ear
“Yeah, but we have time remember, plus you owe me for almost getting shot this morning”
“That of more reason to head back you don’t remember the warning he gave us about the currents or something” I a little taken back at how Mya is acting. She is the life of the party wherever she goes, but she always focuses when it comes to her job due to her living situation. And looking around these guy…. None of them are that cute so I kind of confuse.
“Look put a 20-minute timer on your phone, when its up we will leave and still make it time to delivered and get home safely. I just got like 1,000 bucks just from this jerk SOBER who knows who much hell give us with a little liquid courage”
And there it is. I knew she was had an ulterior motive and even though I’m very impress how much she got out that man in 5 minute I still don’t feel comfortable around four guys we didn’t know. She saw it exactly how I was feeling on my face and tried to ease my worries
“Look we can split even whatever we make you just have to sit there and look pretty, and I do the rest ok?” she starts trying to make my hair look more presentable. She feels like a Madam trying to pimp me out.
“Ok fine but were staying for 15 because we still have uncooked fish”
We got interrupted by Kristen who had like 5 shots in hand
“First round on me guys!! Dale!!” he passed out2 shots per person, but I pushed mine away
“Oh no thank you we still working” I tried to say as lively as possible, but I still sound like a Debbie downer and Kristen took that personally
“Come on, you can take one shot there not that strong” he persuades before I could protest, he pours both shot in my mouth at the same time without warning. I start coughing violently like I was choking. Who does this guy think he is? this strike two.
“What the hell man? I almost died” I snapped after finally getting my breath back
“My bad I was trying to loosen you up. You seem uptight” he honestly spoke.
I’ve never met someone so rude on first meeting. And I met when I’m in the worst mood imaginable. Mya come in between us trying to defuse the situation
“Can you go her some water as an apology please” she said in the most babydoll voice. The drive back is going to be interesting. “Don’t worry I’m going to take all hid money for disrespecting you” she said like she fighting my honor when we both know she just money hungry.
“It’s ok we got like 8 minutes left” I said remembering the deal we have.
“I’m sorry about my friend” one of his boys from the friend group spoken up “He’s a dick we only hang out with him because of his money” he said jokingly “Here, do you need some water” I take the water and taken back at how respectful he is since the friend group is not.
“When he gets back, I make him apologize properly to you. My name is Justin” he introduces himself and join in our conversation. I don’t know if it was the shots or if it was, he’s demeanor since he looks like a prince, but I started to feel a little more comfortable.
“You could order whatever you guys like. Food, drinks, whatever its on us. Your friend told mine that you guys are from Miami we could take you back on our boat.’’ He flashes the prettiest smile I ever seen in my lifetime. Not even the models on the big skyline can keep up.
“Ok thank you.” Is all that can come out of my mouth. I hate super attractive men I don’t know what to do around them it makes me feel weak. Justin could see me getting flustered but that just make him start flirting more. He leans closer and put my drink in my hand “To new friends?” he asked like he looking for consent I let my guard down a little and take it he seems like someone cool. I take the drink and click his own drink in his hand and cheers
“To new friends”
That the thing I remember before I wake up. I open my eyes, and I feel grogy and have the worse headache ever. What happen? Where am I? I shoot up as hard as I can to look around my surrounding to seem I’m back at the beach with my face in the ocean. It must be like 11:00 p.m. at least. Nobody is around and my stuff like my phone is scattered on the sand floor. The last thing I remember was the toast I did with Justin, and the pain in my lower body told me everything that happen in between…... I jump up ignoring the pain in my legs, those boys know what happen to Mya I need to find her before the worse happen. My anxiety is trying to come out, but I need to compose myself for Mya safety I look around for clues when I see a I.D. on the sand. I see Justin smile; I hate that fucking smile. I’m even more annoyed that it somehow looks amazing even in a government photo. I pissed at myself for letting my guard down, but I can’t beat myself up about it. I could use the address on the I.D. to call the cops. But then I see his full name…. Justin Bozos…... As in Mr. Bozos only child. I’ve been lusting over the son of my arch enemy. I got attacked by the son of Earth Satan. I almost fall for a Bozos. My blood is past the point of boiling. My eyes watered, biting my lip so hard I could break skin. I’m so fucking sick of this family. They always taking something, using money and manipulating to get what they want. And why the fuck is my family always the victims of this? I can’t even go to police because he could just buy them off. I calmly wiped my tears from my eyes and fix myself up. I start walking back to the bar. I’ve decided. I say a quick prayer to God out loud
“Heavenly father, forgive me because so will sin. I cannot let that family get away with this anymore. I’m sorry in advanced for what I’m about to do but you haven’t punished them for the sins of their crime… You reward them. I’ll have to take vengeance with my own hand. God, please forgive me but Justin Bozos will die tonight in front of his father. please give me the tools and guidance to complete my plan, ahem” It’s decided so therefore it’s done. Tonight, this girl gets her revenge.
To be continued