Child from hell, Devil's Daughter, Spawn of Satan. Willow laid on her back in the grassy area as she waited for someone, or really anyone, to come pick her up from practice. As she waited the same words were replaying in her head. Child from hell, Devil's Daughter, Spawn of Satan. A car drives pass the school. Sitting up, she flops back down shortly after, disappointed to see that it's not one of her family's cars. Biting her lip, she hopes that no one has picked her up because her eldest brother was going to pick her up. After all he gets off about 100 minutes after football practice ends. Her eldest brother, Cole, was the first Starch child out of the almost seven of the Starch children. Cole was the only one who in her eyes doesn't hate her and thinks she a disgrace to the family.
Closing her eyes, she groans when a very familiar loud car pulls up blasting one artist she hated. Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift had the most obnoxious music that's always singing about some guy she loved or broke up with. The Devil Child stayed down, praying that her sister would just pass by. Luck seemed to not be on her side. Actually it never seemed to be on her side ever. The car stopped and just for a split second the music paused. "Get in freak. Unfortunately we can't leave you here by yourself, even though you curse this family."
Angrily sighing, she gets up. Grabbing her football bag, she opens the door to the backseat and throws it in there. Opening the front seat door, she goes to sit down. Before she buckles up her sister starts the car again and takes off. Once Ella hits a stop light, she turns back on her music and turns it up. After one song passes, Willow reaches over and turns it off. "Keep your gross devil hands off of my car!" Shouting, her sister goes to turn it back on. Grabbing her wrist, she holds onto it tightly, "Hey! Let go!" Tugging her wrist, Ella swerves into the next lane. Quickly jolting the car back into the lane, only then did Willow let go.
"Leave the music off please." Sighing, she looks back out the window. In the reflection she sees her sister practically snarling. Anger spikes her adrenaline as Willow prepares to go into defense mode. If her mother was the devil, her older and only sister would be her mother's devil in waiting. Ella was almost a carbon copy of their mother. Not just with the looks, down to the way she speaks and acts. The only difference is that Ella enjoys torturing Willow with words. Her mother could barely stand to look at Ella, let alone talk to her.
"I have no clue who you think you are right now, other then a curse from hell, but you do not, I repeat, do not touch my stereo!" Willow clenches her jaw as her sister continues to yell about how this is her car and f she had a choice she would leave her on the side of the road. The Devil Child's neck slowly starts to heat up as her sister talks. Something that her and her father share. Their rage and how it shows. She forms a tight first with her hands as she tries to ignore her sister talking.
"Oh no," Out of the corner of her eye, Ella was looking at her with a smirk on her face and talking in a sarcastic tone, "The poor baby is mad
"shut up"
"What is she going to do about
"Shut Up." Willow starts visually shaking as her sister laughs at her. Pulling the car into their drive way, Ella turns to her.
"Oh my she's getting really mad! Who knows what she'll do! Maybe she'll use her curse from hell!"
Red flashes in her eyes, "SHUT UP!" She screams. Unbuckling her seatbelt, she lunges over the console and lands a punch in her sister's eye. Her sister cries out in pain and covers her eye with her hand. Willow's fists fly as she hits her older sister again. The car starts trembling as Willow yells with pure rage.
The front door flies open and her parents come running out. Her father opens the passenger's door and pulls Willow off of her sister. Screaming, a string of curse words come out of her mouth. The car trembles more, until the windows shatter.
Her mother and sister, when did she get out?, ducks instinctively on the ground. Her father throws Willow down and shields her with his body. Once the glass stops, everyone stands up and stares at her. Ella and their mother stare at Willow with pure hatred and a hint of fear in their eyes. Her father looks down at her with something that could almost be described as disappointment.
"Go in your room"
Willow gladly flees to the safe haven of her room.
