Natasha grew up in a small southern town, the type of town that gave you a real down home feeling. Most considered her a tomboy, a real pistol of a gal. Tomboy Natasha grew into an attractive woman. Oddly enough, the same attraction triggered obsessed protection by her male cousins. She embraced their love but feared their reactive behavior. She thought she knew the extent her cousins would go to protect her, but never imagined their actions would result to someone being murdered. Natasha carried this burden of guilt and pain through every aspect of her life. She tried to run way from it all by enrolling in college. But no matter how far Natasha tried to run, she always ended up right back where she started. She was forced to be front and center with her pain. She hid it well as she harbored the pain. In the end she breaks ties with her family and moves on to live a productive life. But she lived with the fear that one day the truth about her childhood would resurface.