Diana Hargrove has gone through enough tragedy for three lifetimes, yet she still has an affirming smile on her face. She's lived and travelled all over the world, but the last straw that broke the camel's back, brought her back to her hometown, Cre...
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𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 | 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘬𝘪𝘯
People make deals with the devil all the time. It's in our nature. No one thinks twice about it. They sell their soul to the devil in order to get something in return. I regret making a deal with the three devils in my life.
Emilia Russo, Jayden Russo, and Seth Carter.
I love my devils. They all have a special place in my heart, but I can't believe they forced me into this bullshit.
I stood in front of my mirror wearing my costume.
The word costume needs to be tread lightly in this situation. I'm wearing a fitted jade green knit sweater with a pair of dark blue jeans. Nothing extravagant. My outfit is paired with my dark green and white converse sneakers.
A typical night.
An everyday outfit.
I don't care that it's a Halloween party. I don't want to even go to a party. I'm always going to wear what I'm comfortable in. Nothing more. Nothing less.
After having a long internal battle with myself about whether to get back in my bed or go to this party, my legs started taking me down the stairs. If I stayed in my bedroom any longer, I would've crawled back in my bed.
"Are you going to a Halloween party as yourself?" Nonna asked.
"As a matter of fact, I am. Is there a problem?" I questioned, crossing my arms along my chest.
Nonna ignored my remark and continued pounding meat with a hammer. She aggressively picked up her rate of slamming the hammer down.
"Are you ready to go?" Mom asked.
I nodded. "Always ready for a party." Lies.
Now or never.
Mom and I got in Nonna's car. She agreed to drive me to Hunter Mansion for the party. The last thing I wanted was to be stuck in a car with Emi, Jayden, Seth, Parker, and whoever else they were going with.
My plan was simple:
Go to the party, socialize for a few minutes with other teenagers, wait until my friends are drunk, and then slip away and go crawl into my bed.
Truly, I'm a genius. My plan is foolproof.
The drive to Hunter Mansion took almost an hour. The line of cars that awaited entrance to the mansion went on for over two miles.
Delilah Hargrove being the impatient Italian woman that she is, kept laying her fist on the horn. She refused to let up until the cars in front started moving.
"Momma! You need to calm down!" I shouted over the horn.
"I'm sorry! I just don't understand how hard it is for people to exit a car!" She shouted, not removing her fist from the horn. "These vulture teenagers are standing half in the car and half outside the car!"
