The Devil Spawns Feisty Mate

Isabella

How the hell did these two delinquents managed to let me agree to bring them to my house? Yeah I can't talk at the moment cause what the cheap Barbie did, but still. It's a little annoying how easy they got me to let them come over.

But, before we left, I made Blake go get my bag from inside cause I'm not going anywhere without it. Someone might steal my stuff.

Waiting for her to come back with Riley at my side, she was grinning from ear to ear, happily staring at me while shifting from foot to foot. She's very excited.

When Blake came back with my bag, we headed off to my house. They followed me, very closely, the two talking to me about random things that I couldn't answer cause I can't speak in the moment which they knew but continue to talk.

Honestly, they are my worst nightmare. Maybe I should just start calling them hell spawns because that's what they are, hell spawns that comes from the deepest depths of hell to torment me until I finally run away from this place. But, judging how clingy these two are, they might just follow me.

Sighing, I snapped out of my thoughts when I finally reached home. Luckily, seeing no car in the driveway and all was quiet inside.

Taking out my keys out of my bag, I went over and up the steps. The hell spawns following me up with Blake with her hands in her pocket, waiting patiently while Riley couldn't keep still with a giant smile on her face.

Unlocking the door, a small blushed formed in my cheeks when I opened it. The house was a mess, like I said, last night, mom and dad had another screaming match and ended up throwing things at each other.

At around two in the morning, dad stormed out of the house, got in the car, and left but he'll be back in a couple of days. Mom drunk some more before passing out on the couch like always. I don't even think she even stepped a foot in her bedroom. How annoying.

Stepping out of the way to let the annoying twins in, they looked around. Their expression unreadable which worried me a little since I could always read Riley's face. But right now, she has the same expression as her sister.

Their noses twitched as they both rubbed them at the same time. My blush darkened, knowing that the smell must be unbearable for people like them. This is why I didn't want them to come over. So embarrassing.

Sighing, I closed the door and locked it. Walking past them and seeing mom right where I left her. Sleeping on the couch with empty vodka bottles surrounding her and a blanket over her.

Looking away, I turned back to the twins and pointed up the stairs. "My room is up there." My voice was so weak and horsey. Next time I see that cheap Barbie, I'm going to hit her upside the head with the heaviest book I can find.

Spinning around, I went over and walked up the stairs. Hearing Blake and Riley following me, not saying a word which just made me even more uncomfortable.

I wonder what they think about me. They come from a rich background with a giant ass mansion in the middle of the forest. Everyone in town fears them but all want to be close to them to be their friend to hang out with the scary, rich kids.

They can pick anyone that they want, let it be more prettier then me or popular, so why are they here in this crappy rundown house with alcohol bottles and trash everywhere. I'm just some poor kid with anger problems with two drugged addicted parents.

Our two worlds are extremely different and aren't supposed to crush together at all. Maybe they might bully me after this.

Reaching the top of the stairs, I went over to my room. "Sorry if my room is a mess." I opened the door, walking in and going over to my bed. "Didn't think I was going to have guest today." Putting my bag down beside my bed, I sat down on my mattress, kicking off my shoes.

Looking back at the twins as they stepped in, looking around at everything which wasn't much. Blake was the one to close the door, still looking around while doing so.

After a moment, they stopped and came over. Taking a seat on the bed, still not saying anything even a long awkward silence. "So...what now?"

Riley turned her head, smiling brightly at me. "I have no idea! We just wanted to see where you lived." She rubbed the back of her head.

I loudly sighed annoyed, rubbing my head. "All that convincing and you don't even know what you want to do? You two are annoying like someone loudly chewing food right in your ear." All this talking is starting to hurt my throat.

"You know you love us~" I gritted my teeth, growling at her. Not hesitating to kick her side as hard as I could. "Brat!-" I burst into a fix of coughing. Covering my mouth and turning away. Tears forming in my eyes.

Feeling two pairs of hands rub my back and Riley frantically apologizing, I looked up after a couple of minutes. Seeing that both the twins were right next to me, rubbing my back. Both having a look of worried in their eyes.

Seeing that I was alright, Blake turned to Riley, lightly smacking the back of her head. "Don't work her up, Rye." Riley bowed her head, a small blush on her cheeks. "Sorry." She mumbled.

Rolling my eyes, I flapped onto my back. These two are exactly weird that don't seem like they're going to go away anytime soon. Like gum sticked to the bottom of your shoe.

Huffing, I put my hands over my face. These next few months are going to be so fun I can tell.