"I can't even wear my skin
Without them asking where I've been
Without them asking for a spin
This is not an invitation"
Willow Sage is like a real-life Jules Vaughn.
The pale skin.
The platinum blonde hair.
The blue eyes.
The sparkly eyeshadow.
The winged liner.
The "bubblegum pop princess meets e-girl fantasy".
Eclectic.
Free-spirited.
Kind.
The depression.
The self-harm.
The older guys.
But, she wasn't the new girl in town.
She was considered "teen royalty". Everyone knew her name.
Well, everyone knew her family's name. Specifically her dad, Arthur Sage.
He was the biggest drug lord in Westview, and all the kids knew. If you needed marijuana, he had it. Cocaine? Heroin? Arthur's got it.
His partners, Mickey and Reggie, were Karen and Gretchen to his Regina. So, it was no surprise that when she got home, they were standing in the kitchen waiting for her father to discuss their latest deals.
It was also no secret that Willow had a major crush on Reggie and he knew it too. He loved to tease her; hugging her from behind, ruffling her hair, telling her her skirt was too short for school and that he would punish her for it; and she played into it.
The fantasy she knew would never play out.
Willow entered the kitchen keeping an eye on Reggie while opening the fridge to find a snack. She bent over just enough to show her new hot pink thong and heard coughing but acted as if she had no clue what was going on smirking to herself.
When she turned around she found Mickey's eyes landing directly on her breasts spilling out of her half-buttoned shirt. The look of disgust on her face was enough to make him look away and at the painting next to him. She was more interested in seeing Reggie's reaction, but when she turned to give her infamous smirk, he was nowhere in sight.
"If you're looking for Reggie, he's talking with your dad," Mickey spoke still examining the painting, back turned to Willow. Annoyed, she buttoned her shirt and pulled her skirt down to its original length. She huffed and headed for her bedroom but was stopped in her tracks by a strong grip on her arm.
"You know... if you're looking for someone to make you feel good, I can help with that. I'll ruin that virgin pussy of yours." The arrogance dripped from his words and she could feel him against her thigh. She struggled against his grip, attempting to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible, but he was too strong compared to her.
"Let me go, Mickey. You're disgusting." Her nostrils flared and she could feel the tears starting to form. It was no use, he wouldn't let her go, in fact, he pulled her closer trailing his nose up and down her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. "Oh come on, you want an older man, no? Someone to put you in your place?" He snickered and placed a kiss behind her ear.
By now, a single tear had fallen down her cheek and she couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears that followed. "Please Mickey, just let me go, I'll do anything you want, please." She begged for him to let go knowing her arm would bruise any minute now.
"Anything, huh?" Willow could see the smirk on his lips and she shuddered in fear. Where was a hero when she needed one? As she expected, she heard a belt being unbuckled and the zipper of his pants being undone.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?!" The familiar voice hit her ears and she sighed in relief.
