GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
The lights of a town shone in the distance. Clouds covered the horizon, masking the twilight. Happy to descend the steep road on the hill, Delilah checked the rear-view mirror and glimpsed her mother double-checking all the beads on the opera dress with a book light. Seven-forty-seven, less than fifteen minutes until the concert began. Delilah dominated the growing trend of rock opera music in Virginia, which contained an intoxicating mixture of ancient and modern. She refused to arrive late. The gas petal sunk lower.
Her father did not budge.
She sped up a little more.
"Delilah, slow down." Her father used his stubby fingers to rub the sleep from his eyes. "Gods, my chest hurts."
"I'm fine Dad. We're out in the middle of B.F.E. All trees. No cars."
"Trees can kill if you smash into them. Listen to your father and slow down."
Delilah grumbled. "Come on. Dad don't you trust me?"
A thick cloud blotted out the sliver of moonlight. Her father expelled a gasp, clutched his left arm, and held a frozen look of horror.
"Honey? What's wrong?" Her mother unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the back of his seat.
"Dad? Oh my Gods - Daddy!"
The car jerked.
Sheets of music flew all over the car as it rolled down the hill. Airbags exploded all throughout the car. A loud crunch came from Delilah's nose. Glass cracked everywhere and cut into their skin. The opera dress her mother finished disappeared out of a broken window.