The Devil Child || Eddie Munson

Baby Sitting Woes

⚠️ This chapter contains brief mentions of body shaming and manipulation, if this upsets you, you can skip to the first set of dots ⚠️

——— CHAP 4 ———
December 30th, 1985

Lily was currently sitting on her bedroom floor, guitar in her lap, and a paintbrush in her mouth. Her hair was clipped up at the back of her head, pieces sticking out everywhere. She was listening to her record player while painting her guitar, Killer Queen by Queen was blaring at the moment, and she was happily humming along.

Her focus on the task, however, was interrupted minutes later when her door was rudely pushed open by her mother.

"Lillian dear, I need you to clean up the kitchen today and-Oh! Heavens! Look at you! You are an absolute mess, with paint all over you!" Her mom said, visibly upset at Lily's lack of neatness. "That is no way to present yourself!" She continued, trying her hardest not to look around at Lily's 'Pigsty' of a room. She shook her head disappointedly, "I really need you to cooperate today and do something with your life, especially now that it's Winter break and you aren't keeping active. We can't have you lying around all the time can we? That's how you lose your body image!" Her mother rambled harshly.

Lily rather aggressively spit out the paintbrush she had been holding in her mouth.

"Mother, I AM doing something with my life, And it happens to be important to me!" she replied defensively, earning a scoff.

"Do not talk back Lillian, That kitchen better be clean by the time your Father and I get home or we will take something you care about" Her mother said in warning. Lillian bit her tongue and nodded, mumbling out a 'yes mom' so as not to appear anymore offensive.

Her mom gave a smile in triumph, and Lily thought she was safe until there came a yell from the hallway downstairs,

"Lillian, get off your floor and stop being lazy!" Her dad reprimanded, "and don't give your mother any attitude about simple chores!"

Her mom walked out, leaving a flustered Lily in her wake. Once the Front door closed and she was sure they were gone, Lily threw up her hands in the air and groaned.

"I hate this fucking house" she muttered, rolling her eyes and leaning to switch records on her player. She settled back into her painting position and sighed, almost In relief, as Run to the Hills by Iron Maiden started playing. She bounced her foot along to the words as she set on finishing her Guitar.

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By the time the clock on the oven read 4:10, Lily had cleaned the kitchen, her room, painted her guitar, painted her school notebooks, and done her laundry. A whole day's work if you asked her. 'This should be enough to prove I'm not lazy, right?' She thought bitterly to herself. Marinating in her self worth, she didn't notice the clock until it read 4:25, causing a panic.

"Oh shit" she cursed, running upstairs to change. Looking at her paint-covered forearms, she sighed, realizing she didn't have time to wash them off. Shrugging away the inconvenience, she stripped off her casual clothes and threw on a sports bra, a Journey 1980 tour shirt, black jeans, and a maroon button up over top. She left it open, and tied the bottom around her waist, before unlacing her doc martens, and re-lacing them with matching maroon laces. She brushed her hair and slipped on one small dangling silver earring, giving herself a once-over in the mirror.

Once she was presentable, she flew into the garage and grabbed her bike, rushing out the door. It was only a 10-ish minute ride to the Wheeler's house, but she had taken a while to get ready, and she wanted to be early.