Sally lays in her bed mourning the death of her husband, Michael.
The curse had got him.
You had been walking her kids to school and helping the aunts.
After walking them to school you go to the aunt's.
That is until he showed up.
Who is well, 'he' is Aaron Angelov.
You don't like him the dude's a pervert and a player.
He always tries to get you to like him.
And you tell him to piss the fuck off but then he'll come up if that stupid rhyme.
'Witch, witch, you're a bitch' And it's been 300 years and they haven't come up with a better rhyme.
"Hey,y/n~" Aaron said
"What the fuck do you want?" You say with venom in your voice.
"Well, since you asked so nicely, there's a little restaurant and I was wondering if you would like to come?" He said.
You stopped and turned around.
"Every time you ask if I would date you but let me tell you," You said as you backed him to a wall, whispering I'm his ear "You already know about the curse, so unless you have a death wish I suggest you leave me the fuck ALONE!"
He winced as you yelled in his ear.
Then he grabs your chin harshly and kisses you.
You try to pry him off but he's too strong.
Then he let go of the kiss he whispered into your ear, "Your mine, I don't care about the curse or that you're a witch," he said.
You kicked him where the sun doesn't shine and ran to the house.
While you ran away Aaron got up.
'You will be mine, my little witch' -------- You got home and you brought the girls.
