black roses

Sometimes life gives you lemons and other times it dry fucks your ass with a cactus without lube… Welcome to my life, better known as the shit show named Graylyn.

You are probably wondering, “who the hell is Graylyn?” Hi, I’m Graylyn. I’m 23 years old, and I am not the hero of this story. Some call me a villain, some just call me a bitch with an itchy trigger finger, either one works if I’m being honest cause both are true. On the outside, I look and sound like any other normal 23-year-old woman. I have a fantastic and adorable 5-year-old son, who is the light of my life. My son’s father is not in his life; he passed away before my son was born. My son is the only good thing that ever happened to me, and I will protect him with my life. My outside is normal, but my inner person and the dark recesses of my mind and actions away from the mom life are like two sides of a completely different coin.

I’ve had to leave my son is with aunt and my best friend, Sevina, tonight. Here’s the thing about me: I’ve lived a hard life, and as a result, I’ve acquired a specific set of skills and a knack for making things happen. Because of all this, there are certain “jobs” I get hired for, and that is exactly what I’m doing tonight. I am on a “job”, sounds fun, doesn’t it? Well, you would only be half right. I do enjoy it most of the time, but right now I just wanna be home. But back to the task at hand, I’m in some no-name town looking for some idiot who couldn’t mind his business and stay out of matters that have nothing to do with him. I’m going to assume that tall, dark, and stupid is going to be hanging out at whatever local dive bar there is around her,e bragging to his friends about how he is “such a badass”. Yeah, well, let’s see how tough he is when he is pissing himself in the back of some alley being held up by a 5’2’ slip of a girl, or at least that’s what I intend to portray, it’s not what I prefer but with men who seem to think themselves as alphas it makes it easier to lure them in when you don’t look like a threat to them./ that’s why tonight I’ve got on a silk slip mini dress and trust me it’s not as great as it sounds, I’m going to make this job go as quickly as possible so I can go home and put on some sweats and curl up in my bed.

AH, here we go, douchebag central, now to find our mark. As I walk in it smells like cheap, stale cigarettes and gonorrhea. Time to put on a show, the good thing about being dressed the way I am is you get noticed, like now, the bartender noticed me which is great, honestly because I need a drink. I put in my order for a cosmopolitan and scan the area looking for the guy I’m here for and let me tell you it doesn’t take long. He’s parked at a table front and center trying his best to give off the air of a strong alpha male, it’s enough to make me yak up my dinner. I’m about to make my way over there when a group of guys walks in, they move in sync with each other, it’s incredible, really but I’m not here for them. Turning back to my mark, I find him already looking at me with an unmistakable fire in his eyes, oh goody, he just made this ten times easier. I don’t have to try to seduce him anymore; he’s done it for me. I saunter over to his table, adding a little sway to my hips to seal the deal with him. I barely make it to the table before he’s throwing pick-up lines at me, and terrible ones at that. We talked for a few minutes before I invited him to leave with me. He takes the bait; it wasn’t hard to convince him to leave. We walked a couple of streets over before I coaxed him into a dark alley with me. He comes towards me like he wants to make out in this dark alley, but before he can even get his disease-ridden lips near me, he has Hela held up against his family jewels. At first, he doesn’t notice, but when I add a little pressure,e he stops rather quickly. I give him my best innocent smile. “What’s wrong, Dylan? Are you scared? I asked so sweetly. He looks furious now, “wh-wh-who are you?” he stutters. “Oh me, I’m what you would call your one-way ticket to the afterlife., I hope you enjoy it.” My smile turns sinister before I plunge the knife straight into his low hanging fruit and out through his back, now I would normally leave the mark there to bleed out but something told ne to not take the risk this time so before I leave I run a clean slice across his jugular and for extra measure a quick jab through his temple, better safe than sorry ya know. I clean my precious Hela off and go to leave. As I’m making my way back to the entrance of the alley, I find it blocked by three very tall and broad figures, “Oh, for the love of, son of a bitch” I whisper under my breath. I slide my knife back into her sheath on my thigh and make my way towards them. I will not bow down to them. “Hello, boys, what can I do for you this fine evening?” I say to them. They did not look amused; they shot glances at each other before regarding me once more. They stared at me like I had two heads. Why are they just staring at me? “Well, if that is all that you gentlemen have to say, I'll be on my way, ya know, places to go, people to see and all that.” I went to slip past them when one of them grabbed my arm to stop me. I yank my arm out of his grasp,” Excuse you, that is not how you handle a lady!” A look of amusement crosses their faces, “sounds like she’s got jokes, Prez.” Tweedle Dee says. Prez? Why does that title sound familiar? “Prez still hasn’t said a word, but his gaze had not left me for a millisecond. “As I said before, places to go,o people to see. B, ye boys!” As I’m walking away, I can hear them talking to each other. Before I know what happened, “Prez” is standing in front of me. “Whoa, big guy! Give a girl a warning next time,” I smile up at him sweetly. Christ on a cracke,r how tall is this dude? I looked up and expected to stop on his face, but he was taller than I thought. I’m short, I already know that, but this dude has got to be every bit of 6’5 or taller, cue the cartoon slinky eyes.

Although I'd love to stand here and ogle him all night,t I want to see my son. “Alright, boys, I'll see ya later,” I wave to them as I sidestep big and brawny. He growls at me. “Did you just growl at me like a dog?!” I ask. Still not taking his eyes off me, he says,s “ I damn sure did, what were you doing in the alley?” Yeah, no. His voice might sound like velvet mixed with the finest silk, but fat chance am I saying a fucking this to whoever the hell these guys are. He can try to intimidate me all he wants to, but it’s going to take a lot more than some menacing looks and a feral growl to scare me into telling anybody anything. “Look, bootleg Vin Diesel with hair, I don’t see how any of that is your business!” he gives me a once-over before saying. “I do believe it is my business because you came onto my territory, walked into my bar, and seduced one of my patrons like some bottom-feeding succubus!” The nerve of this guy! “Well, I do apologize for stepping into your territory, but I’m still not going to tell you, so we can either leave it at that, or you know what, let’s just leave it at just that, none of your business.” With one last glare,e I walked away, ay and finally they left me alone. I have a feeling that’s not the last I’m going to hear from them.