♥ Confessions of a Teenage Psychopath [vs. Jax Kendrick III]

[Arianny DeLise]

The following is an excerpt from the autobiography of Marina Arianny Blake: “Confessions of a Teenage Psychopath”. The first edition of this was published in August of 2030.

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Official RSW promo pic. TBH, I still look this amazing.

To be fair I probably would have crashed my car that night anyway. Shawn had taken me out to dinner and given me more wine than I could handle. I've always battled with body image issues thanks to my mother and brother constantly putting me down. At this point I was an expert at taking tiny bites and hiding them in my napkin when I went to wipe my mouth. The lack of food did me in. Shawn’s plan had been to get me drunk enough to have sex with him. Even in an inebriated state that wasn't going to happen and when he realized this, he let me drive home myself.

I thought nothing of it.

Hell, who hasn't driven drunk before? Honestly, when the brakes didn't work I just kind of smiled. It was karma’s way of finally getting revenge on me. At some point I remember just taking my hands off the wheel and throwing them up. Jesus wasn't going to take the wheel for me. Satan was ready to welcome me home.

When I woke up in the hospital only Mondae was there. I love my best friend more than these written words can ever express. She was sitting beside me, holding my hand, and dozing off in her chair. That girl and I have been through hell and back. There's no doubt about that. I gave her hand a squeeze and when she opened her eyes, she basically threw herself on top of me.

“I’m going to kill Jackson Kendrick.”

Those were her first words to me.

But I was confused. What did he have to do with my accident? It didn't take her long to fill me in and also to let me know the extent of my injuries. I had a broken right arm (thank goodness I'm totally a lefty), bruised ribs, and several lacerations to my perfect face. My car and the tree had apparently taken most of the beating. I wanted to be frustrated and angry that Jackson had set me up to die but what kind of hypocrite would that make me? How many people have I plotted and planned against before? I listened quietly as Mondae ranted. She was fuming and had our situations been reversed, I would have felt the same way. It was our job to protect one another because the entire rest of the world was against us.

For the rest of our lives it would be The Mean Girls versus The World.

I had known Jackson was afraid of facing me and why wouldn't he be? I was everything he hated in the world. I was a smart, powerful woman who didn't back to down to a man. I refused to let the patriarchy run my life. Leading up to his attempt on my life, he had been determined to make me submit to the so-called “natural order” of things. That’s just not my style. And one thing I will never apologize for is using my body to get my way. Men are weak and they are stupid, and the fact I'm a woman is the most powerful weapon I possess. That hurts a man like Jackson. Powerful women render him useless.

He had to kill me in order to keep me from showing up to Vendetta. But unfortunately for him, he failed that night. I still planned on competing and more than ever I was going to show him just how powerful I actually was. There was no doubt in my mind that I was better than him. I may hate my parents but they blessed me with pure raw talent. There's not a single person, man or woman, who can stand toe to toe with me. His only plan for Vendetta was to hit me in the face, beat me like I was his wife, and hope and pray my lack of composure would cause a meltdown.

Truth be told, I had already won before stepping into the ring. He had done the dumbest thing he could have possibly done. He had shown me that I was buried right under his skin. He had played into my hands.

You don't fuck with me. I always win.