endless. {h.s}

Chapter 1.

Cassie's POV.

"Cassie wake up" Lexi whispered as she gently tugged on my shoulder.

"What" I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes to find that Lex was dressed up in a flattering tight black maxi dress with a pearl necklace that rested around her neck, ending just above her boobs. Her hair was in some type of fancy bun and her make-up was perfectly done. She looked just a little dressier than she usually does which only meant that there was something extra important on today.

"Ummm your mum is getting married today and the ceremony starts in under 2hrs. Look at you" She said after I finally sat up from under the covers. "You look terrible"

"Wow thanks" I said as I slowly stumbled into the bathroom as she followed me while mumbling something under her breath which I couldn't hear and didn't bother asking because of my throbbing headache. I've had some pretty bad hangovers but this one topped them all.

I looked into the mirror and at my reflection, wow she really was right. I did look terrible. My blonde hair was still in its bun that it was in last night but it was hanging on the side of my head with strands hanging out everywhere. My eyeliner was smudged under my eyes and my eyes were bloodshot. I still had the tight black dress on that I wore out last night, I have no idea why I brought it, it was utterly uncomfortable and every 5 minutes I would have to adjust it so it would actually cover up everything that needed to be covered up.

I don't remember anything from last night, all I remember was that I ended up in a bar and well after about 3hrs of drinking, I ended back at the apartment, somehow... I don't exactly know how I got home.

"Where were you last night" Lexi asked as she stood behind me with her hands crossed around her chest.

"I went out"

"Cassie! Why the hell would you go out the night before your mums wedding!" she yelled, "This" she waved her hands around me, "is going to take forever to fix up. You need to shower and I'll try my best to make you look somehow good".

I didn't say a word, I didn't feel like arguing about how my mum could care less if I was at her wedding or not. My mother hated how I became after her and my dad broke up. Apparently I was out of control and needed serious help. I was angry, I was annoyed, I was sad. But I wouldn't dare admit to anyone my feelings.

I was angry because of my messed up family and my messed up life. After mum and dad got a divorce I would go out nearly every night and get totally wasted. Drinking did help the pain; I found out, the more I drank the less broken I would feel. After about 1 year mum pretty much gave up looking after me, she said she couldn't handle me coming home at crazy hours of the morning and said that I had to move out, if it wasn't for Lexi I would probably be walking the streets and sleeping on park benches.

Lexi is my best friend but she try's her hardest to help me have some sort of relationship with my mum. The only reason I'm going today is because lexi was also invited and she said she would buy me kfc twice a week, that's all it took for her to get me to go. I would only stay for the ceremony; I don't think I could be in the same room as my mother for more than an hour. I honestly had no idea why I got an invitation. I hadn't spoken to my mum face to face since I moved out which was about 1 year ago. She called me hundreds of times but I would never answer. I didn't want to hear how happy she was with her new boyfriend, Devon, and how she wishes I would talk to her and how she still cared about me, which made no sense because she was the one who practically kicked me out of my own home. The only time I ever spoke to her was when I accidently bumped into her when Lex and I were on our run. It was the worst 5 minutes of my life. She stood there with a grin set on her faced and her arms linked with Devons. I hated seeing her happy. She didn't deserve it. She was the one who kicked my dad out of the home when I was 17. She would never tell me why she did kick him out so over the years I decided to blame her for everything that happened between them. I knew when mum and dad were together that they never got along but I never knew why and I still don't. I've just learnt to not care.

By the time I walked out of the shower, my headache was nearly gone and I looked more presentable than I did before. Lex sat me down on a chair in front of the mirror and did my make-up. I wasn't the make up type of person, my daily look would be a small amount of foundation and some mascara, i would only ever wear eye liner if I was going out.

After 20 minutes my face was done and I had loose curls hanging down my spine. I felt too girly but as much as I tried to argue with lexi to have my hair in a pony tail she wouldn't budge. Lex handed me the dress she made me buy a few weeks ago, I slipped into it and lex pulled up the zipper. The dress was coloured an off white creamy colour, it had two thin layers, one layer was a plain polyester material while the second layer had a floral lace material. It hung off the shoulders and hung just above the knees. No matter how much I dreaded to dress up or even go to this wedding, I found this dress quite beautiful. I slipped into some white flats, there was no way I was going to wear heals, I already dressed up too much than I wanted too and by 1 o'clock we were in the car on the way to the church.