Devil's Bargain

April.
One week.
It's all I have left before we end up on the street.
I carefully fold the eviction letter with trembling hands and place it back inside the envelope. My mom is passed out on the couch, a bottle vodka slipping from her fingers.
I have one week to come up with the money, or it's game over for us.
That's when I make a bargain with the devil.
"Do we have an arrangement?" he asks, smirking across the desk.
I know I shouldn't, but the clock is ticking down.
I grab the money. "We have an arrangement."

Rick.
I can't help but notice her with her pink hair and purple Dr Martens. She's a wild card.
Intrigued by her dark desires and the bruises on her skin, I enter a new world as dangerous as it is alluring.