Adam, Eve and the psychedelic apple

« You’re a good girl » he said.

And the first time he said it, she was so.

An A+ student, traveling exotics places two times a years, doing surf and all other kind of cool stuffs. A pretty long blond curly hair spending her time enjoying the facts she was young and adventurous.

She took a semester off, thinking university was good but not great to enjoy wath they call the best years of her life. Only one semester off she tought.

The 5-7 after school became a friday party, than a week-end party, than a full week rockstar lifestyle.

It was kind of fun. Feeling the trill of walking down the main street with a full covered tattooed man, sparring with a MMA champion, or laughing hard with that military man. There was choice and she wanted to get the strongest.

It was like a forever holliday. She though she was invincible.

Her friends, still at the university, was outraged or secretly envious.

One night she considered texting one of her biggest « no, no » crush. You know, that man you really should’nt date whatever the reason.

Obviously, she did.

She sent a short message with angels and devils emojis: « Help me  » It was kind of intriguing. Like oh a young woman in distress, asking for the baddest help. It was erotic, but, in fact, she needed help for real too...

Her perfect Hollywood movie film life was going towards a wall.

But at this point, she still had the chance to change her way and go back to something more suitable.

There was a lot of reds flags. He was way older, and the only memory she had about him was that he was a criminalised motor with a long braid. And, the most scandalous of all: he was her cousin.

Not the cousin you hang out with like a brother. It was the other sea cousin, the one you probably only said hi once or twice in your life.

It was a bad idea. A really bad idea in many ways. But... Is’nt it even more exciting? Who will knows? And, let’s be honest, he will probably never answer.

But he did.

She took a taxi to his house, even if it was way farther than she expected. Drinking wine in the car, she dropped the miror to look at her shiny eyes, full of apprehensions. The night was really dark and it was snowing heavily. She was like in a dream, her mind in a clout. Only one night, and nobody will never know.

Things haven’t rolls like it was supposed. She lost the adress, and it was really late. He wasn’t answering at the phone anymore.

« How could I have hoped he was serious » she though.

The night was really cold and she started to panick a little. Haven’t I done all this road for nothing? Her finger was freazing.

She knews approximately where it was, so she went outside, rang at one or two houses. She handed the night at the police office crying and regretting already wath she was about to do.

So, you are not dangerous, just a little confuse hum? Said the man all in blue.

Yeah. I am sorry...

He took an old bullseye thread phone and asked her who she wanted to call.

I said his name.

His eyes became widers as he looked at his mate with a severe expression. Than he looked at me, confused. He simply said: Are you sure you don’t want to call someone else?

He came to pick her up and bringed her to his house. He was not really like in her memory. The braid was cut of and he was way more reserved than wath she expected. He was not even smiling, just looking at her with this intimidating sexy look.

They sat on the couch, side by side, not saying a word, looking at each other waiting that the other say something first. Her cheeks started to turn reds. He wasn’t moving, just fixing her like a wild animal.

Her heart beat was fusionning with the rock music as he lighted a smoke.

She approached and gived him a little kiss on the cheek.

He said « you’re a good girl ».

And at this point, she was so.