Life of Cassidy [ON HOLD]

Chapter Two: I am not cursed!

I sat on the couch in the living room of my best friend Stacey's apartment drinking a cup of mint herbal tea.

"Can you stop looking at me like that." I demanded.

"Like what?"

"Like I'm fragile, like I'm about to have a breakdown any second from now." I said to Stacy and dropped the cup on the table.

"I'm worried about you Cassie. What happened to you today is a lot to take in and you don't even look like you're about to crack."

I sighed. "I am not sad Stacey, I'm just angry at myself. I can't believe I ever thought I could have it all; a good husband, a great job, a comfortable life...it's all too good to be true. I'm such a fool."

Stacey took my hands. "No Cassie you're not. Do you know the one thing I love about you?"

"That I'm sexy as hell." I stated.

She rolled her eyes. "Glad to see that you haven't lost your sense of humor. Anyways no, I love that no matter what comes your way you don't give up Cassie, you stand up and fight. Remember in 7th grade during that debate competition, even after losing the first round because you were sabotaged, you didn't give up. You fought back and you won and Jennifer Carter was so mad."

I laughed. "Oh she was so jealous, she placed cockroaches in my locker."

"Yeah, or that time in sophomore year in college when Colton asked you out but it turned out to be a bet with his friend that he was going to get in your pants within a month, and when you found out you put itching powder in his underwear. He couldn't stop itching for days, it was so hilarious." We both laughed.

"Or the time James–" She stopped when she noticed the change in my demeanor.

"Oh my God I'm sorry I shouldn't have brought him up."

"It's alright." I grabbed my cup and took a sip.

"Well what I'm trying to say is don't give up, you can still achieve so much."

"How? Where am I supposed to start from?" I stood up and paced round the living room. "Stacey! I'm like literally broke, I have nothing and nowhere to stay. You're like the only one I can turn to."

"That's not true". I gave her a pointed look.

"Youcouldalwaysreturnbackhome." Stacey said in a blur.

"Whoa Stacey can you repeat that slowly like a normal human being." She scratched her neck nervously.

         "I said you could always return back home." Then I burst into laughter.

"Good one Stacey." I kept on laughing and stopped when I notice she wasn't laughing along with me. "You've got to be kidding me right now, don't tell me that you're actually serious."

"Cassie you can't keep running away from them, they are your family!" Stacey whisper-shouted.

"Yes I can!" I said back. Her expression was deadpanned.

"What do you want me to do Stacey? Go back home after ignoring them for five years." I sat back on the couch and ran my fingers through my hair in a frustrated manner.

"If you keep doing that you're going to remove all your hair." She points to the fingers in my hair. I dropped my hands.

"And yes I want you to go back home and ask for their forgiveness, tell them how sorry you are and that they were always right."

"Oh so you want me to lie." I stated.

Stacey looked lost in thought, we sat there in silence for about two minutes until I broke it.

"Argh what is it Stacey."

"Nothing." She said with her lips pursed.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Just spit it out already." I said already starting to get pissed.

She always does this when she has something on her mind. She sat there rubbing her chin with her perfectly French manicured fingernails, her long auburn hair pulled into a ponytail swinging as she rocks her head back and forth.

          My best friend Stacey is a very beautiful woman no doubt, and we couldn't be more different. While as Stacy have straight auburn hair, I have curly hair that is as dark as Dustin my ex fiancé soul. Her skin is lighter compared to mine due to my heritage. She has green eyes that sparkle in a mischievous way compared to my boring caramel-colored eyes. She has the body of a runway supermodel and I have that of an Instagram model. Well that's what I tell myself anyways.

          Let us just say, growing up I've always felt insecure because of my body type but now that I see women out there embracing theirs I just did the same. Though Stacey is not only beautiful, she has a wonderful personality; she's a party-animal, she's funny and she has a way with men, she changes them like a pair of shoes and she has a lot of shoes literally.

          We are complete opposite.

          I love my indoors, just me on the couch snuggling with the love of my life watching movies, making our dinner, enjoying each other and just having a nice time. Guess that's never gonna happen.

"Stacey!" I warned.

"What if you're like cursed." And she's apparently crazy too. I gave her a perplexed look.

"What if your abuela used her voodoo stuffs on you. I mean that explains all the bad stuffs happening to you in just one day."

"You seriously want me to believe that my abuela would use voodoo on me, Stacey that's just absurd!"

"You're right maybe it's your African grandma." She stated

"Stacey! Grandma Adesua nor abuela would ever do that, ok." She shrugged.

You see my maternal grandma is Latina and my grandpa is English. Then my paternal grandma is African and my grandpa, may he soul rest on is American. Combining my various heritage, I am an African American English Latina.

          Crazy right!

          Well you see in a family with multiple heritage there is always a problem especially when my abuela and grandma Adesua are living under the same roof, which they are, it all contributed to the reason why I left home. Yes, my family can be crazy at times, but that doesn't mean they'll curse me. Stacey was just being outrageous.

"Ok Stacey I feel like we need a good night sleep and then we'll talk in the morning, alright?"

Stacey doesn't look all too convinced but she doesn't argue further. "Yeah you had a long day, sorry my apartment isn't big enough we'll have to manage the bed."

Stacey lived in a self-contained apartment; her bed wasn't even big enough for her more or less two people. Stacey like me also left our hometown, well she left with her family consent and I did not. We both came to New York hoping to start a successful live and be independent and that definitely was not working out. Stacey worked in a publishing company, she quit last week because apparently it doesn't define Stacey Thompson. Clearly we are both unsuccessful.

"Of course not, I'll manage on the couch. Good night bugaboo!" She sent a glare my way.

"Good night Ogre!" We both laughed then she headed to her room. I laid on the couch. What an eventful day. I drifted off to sleep.

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