Arissa Mahone

Two words. Twelve letters. Five syllables. Two dark eyes. Mop of thick long curly hair. Red lips. Nicknames. Complicated friends. Overwhelming tension powerful enough to change everything. And it all started with a bang like everything in life.

"A warrior in a skin suit that doesn't fit the way it used to” She thought it was romantic, following in the footsteps of her favorite poet, holding onto Noah’s loose hand and never letting go of the way he looked at her.

R18 dedicated to the faint in heart and those who fell in too deep.

Before me, I imagine your life goes by like a shot of espresso. It’s fast and fleeting, bitter and it wakes you up with an acrid hot taste in your mouth but at least you know what you're going to get every time you take it. Your lifestyle is safe and just like one of many among a chaotic melee of twenty-year-old college students with a heaping mound of student loans to pay off and an endless list of assignments and stress. You’re just a college student, trying to make it like everybody else in the world, and you hate it. You hate living like a common fool. Maybe that's why you're willing to put up with that old geezer who showers you in Gucci and hundred dollar dinners.

Before me and most definitely before him, you're just a struggling college student, endeavoring to hit money marks and pay days on your rent and your family's mortgage. Your daddy's low-income job as a janitor and your mommy is a dead drug addict, which is ironic because you should know better than to dabble in things that makes you dead. Your life sucks but then you met him; you like his suits, his gold rings, the soirees, the dresses and the way how he blows money on you. But it's not enough for you, it's never enough for you, you just want more and I’m willing to offer.

Before me, you're just an average girl. You even look sort of average. But you're not, are you? You crave for the fast lane, you crave to be beyond the limits and sure, he can give that to you materially but he can't do what I do. He doesn't have the right personality, the right soul to match with yours. You have a dark side, crawling underneath you like a deep, sweet pulse, begging to be let out.