~Erin
That night was basically hell. Grandma Rosemary was kinda starting to fall off her rocker. She's always been paranoid about a demon coming in and attacking us. She's had a traumatic experience when she was a hunter, but she never told me or Violet why.
"I'm taking your grandmother to a therapist!" My aunt Laural complains at the dinner table that night.
My grandmother was shaking while trying to eat, and we couldn't really get her to stop screaming and holding her head. I didn't sense any demons or demonic pressure in the air. They usually let it off around the air, and it wasn't something easy to control. It was all in her head.
"She's not gonna go, Laural." I sigh eating a piece of the pizza she baked; she doesn't mind me not calling her aunt. Even though she looks out for me, I couldn't explain our relationship. I only call her aunt in public.
"Not this time," She smiles her light green eyes lighting up. She had blonde hair like me, but it was a lot shorter reaching only her shoulders.
"You may be able to take her, but she won't cooperate."
She paused. "Well, I guess that could be a problem."
The door opened and Violet entered wearing spider leggings, her combat boots, and a long sweater that had a white skull on it.
"It's freezing out there," Laural widens her eyes at Violet for not wearing lighter clothing.
Nobody in the family even saw eye to eye with her. I'm guessing that's why she acts the way she does. Nobody fails high school that many times without improving unless she was trying to make a statement.
"I like the cold," She says simply carrying a paper bag.
"What's in there?" I raise my eyebrow suspiciously.
"Shut up, goody-goody."
I snort. "Right. I'm a goody-goody." She didn't know me just as much as I didn't know her anymore.
"There better not be drugs in there," Laural pipes up standing slowly.
"No drugs, no alcohol." She fumes pulling out the contents of the bag. "Just books,"
"Who took you anyway?" Laural continues.
"A friend,"
"Already?" I raise another eyebrow. I couldn't believe she already found another Gothic group of friends.
"What's the name this time?" Laural chuckles. "Spider, Fallen-Angel, Black Star...?"
Violet rolls her thick eye liner eyes. "Nothing like that. His name is Justin."
"Sounds normal...is he goth as well?"
"Nah," She drops her bag of books and plops down on the chair putting her feet on the table. "Just some guy. He was kinda hot, but..not sexy in a way I want my man."
"You should give him a chance," I tell her softly. "Maybe he'll be a good influence on you."
"You mean into a prep like you? Doubtful." She snorts.
"Get your feet off the gosh damn table and learn some manners." Laural snaps.
"Whatever," Violet rolls her eyes taking her feet off.
"I'm anything but a popular prep." I retort starting to get really pissed off. "Just cause I dress nice once in a gosh damn while?"
"Stop fighting!" Laural hisses. "You two are always at each others throats! Give it a rest for one day!"
