The Sinful Bond

Head over feet

I’m in over my head, the entity inside me craves James almost immediately after he is out of my touch. An ache boils low in my stomach as he pulls away for a shower. The dullness of my loneliness swiftly returns. A desperate need for him to need me, make me feel alive again.

I stroll to my closet pulling out a pair of ripped,black jeans and a maroon corset cami, slipping on my black vans to finish off the look. Throwing my long, blonde hair in to a sleek high ponytail and slapping on some eyelashes.

“Holy..shit you look fine.” James says, hair dripping wet and my towel tightly wrapped around his waist. Showing off his deep v line and tiny abs.

“Put your glasses on darling.” I snark. He chuckles sliding them on and looking me up and down.

“Yep, still gorgeous.” Grinning ear to ear showing off his pearly white teeth.

He’s the gorgeous one. Tattoos wrap his body like my own personal wrapping paper.

An Edgar Allen Poe piece perfectly scripted down his left rib cage,

‘A Dream Within a Dream’.

“Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow—

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand—

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep—while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?”

Beautiful crows wrapping up his other side, detailed in such a way that makes you forget the symbolism of death.

Vines of Ivy wrapped up and around his right arm up onto his back and chest, laced with deadly nightshade and foxglove plants. Dangerous and deadly.

I have been destined to meet James, he is deeper than he seems. I want to dig deep inside him and study him tediously with a magnifying glass.

“Everything okay?” He asked, jumping into his jeans.

“Of course, I have a class today.” I say, sliding my crossbody around my neck.

“I have a seminar, then I have to go to the office and take care of a few things.” He informs.

“Oh, okay.” I awkwardly choke out. “Um, come back tonight, if you would like.”

“Absolutely, I’d love to, I do need to go to my place and get a few things if I’m gonna keep staying over.”

“Right okay, I got to go.” I give him a little kiss before walking out the door.

Why do I get myself into these situations?

I hardly notice anything on my walk to campus, my mind races with thoughts of James and how my feelings are changing in ways I didn’t even know was possible.

Also about Nick, I got to pay him for my bag by tomorrow before he breaks my f*****g door down.

People crowd and chatter all throughout the courtyard and hallways, laughter and mixed smells of smoke and perfumes clouding all around. Girls flipping their hair and guys revving their engines, all of them trying so hard to find something, fill their own personal voids. And momentarily, they are no different than me.

I find a spot to myself and pull out my iPad to take notes, to my left I see pretty little Natalie heading straight towards me.

“Girl! Where have you been?” She exclaims, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing.

“Home mostly.” I choke.

“Did you take James home with you?” She asks, wiggling her perfectly sculpted brows.

“I did, um we are kind of seeing each other.”

“OMG! That’s so cuteee!” She squeals. Twirling her long, brown hair around her fingers, popping big bubbles with her pink gum. With Natalie everything is pink, she is stunning, just obnoxious.

I flash her a grin and am saved by professor Jones shutting down the lights and starting his projector.

I listen intently, I will have to know how to run a business if I hope to buy the building I live in from my horrific nightmare of a Mother, when dad died she got the building and refused to fix it so all the tenants had to move.

I would love to have it, fix it, rent it cheap enough to keep poor souls out of the cold, city streets; that was my Father’s plan, and I’d like to somehow keep his memory alive. It’s why I went to college in the first place.

After class i promised Natalie we would catch up soon over coffee, I just can’t today. I need to get my s**t together at home, James has kept me distracted and my apartment is a mess.

I stop by an ATM to see if my monthly check from my father passing has hit my account yet. I withdraw money for Nick and shoot him a text to meet me at the discount store so I can pick a few things up before returning home.

I scan through the isles grabbing some household items, candles, a few bottles of wine and something to make for dinner, I don’t mind cooking for James as long as I’m his main course.

“What’s good Molly?” I hear.

“Once again Nick, nothing, that’s why I need you.” I replied.

“Need me huh? What’s your boy toy have to say about that?” He snickered.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about my toys.” I replied, shoving a 100 bill in his pocket.

“What’s with you and pretty boys anyway? Give me a call when you want to try out a real man.” He chuckled.

“Nick, I’d break you in a matter of minutes darling.”

He sucks his teeth and says,

“Yeah, psychos aren’t really my thing.” He walks away and all I can do is shake my head, if he only knew just how psycho I really am.

Nick couldn’t handle a woman in charge, his ego is too big and his d**k is too small.

I check out and head for my apartment, I want to clean it up before James stops by, like it matters to him what it looks like.

Tingles form in the pit of my stomach and heat spreads through my body. James has breathed life into my cold, soulless vessel. Though I’m not sure how long it will last, I destroy everything I touch. An unforgiving storm, a black hole.

I clean up the mess I call home, light some candles and go to take the trash out, when I reach the sidewalk I see him. Black suit pants, white collared long sleeve unbuttoned at the top, jacket unbuttoned flowing with the wind, hair slicked back, jaw sharp and tight, carrying a duffle over his shoulder. He’s extraordinary.

“Hello James.” I say.

“Molly.” He leans down and presses his lips to my temple.

“Let me take this to the dumpster and I’ll be right up.” I explain walking around the corner, I notice how he stiffened and clenches his jaw.