"Okay, I've got a plan."
"Oh shit,"
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When John B's lost sister crosses path with the kook's king ( aka Topper Thornton) while searching for answers about her heritage, one thing's for sure, they will cause trouble, and break a few laws.
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Something is wrong with Cassie.
I've noticed it, and so has everybody else. She never cries. never, not once since we got here, and I'm starting to think that she hasn't cried at all for quite some time now.
Tonight, everything goes down. The plan is in motion, and the tension is rising between us.
But I don't think it's the only thing on Cassie's mind. She has not said a word since yesterday, which is so rare that everybody keeps asking her if she's okay. I can see something building up inside her. I've never seen her with that much annoyance before. She was fine yesterday and the day before, as fine as she can be.
John B taps my shoulder and leads me away from the group.I lean against the rocks and cross my arms. "She is not okay, Top." "It's subtle, but I think she might be in denial."
"It's grief, man; everybody handles it differently; she might need some time to process everything."
It's crazy that we never talked about this before now, but with everything that has happened and the crazy situation we are in, nothing is normal, so I understand to some extent the need for Cassie to act the way she does. But John B. is right. She is not okay.
"Has something happened since last night?"I ask, "No, I gave her a gift; she called it a family bracelet; we were laughing, and a moment later she went quiet." "I thought she was just tired, but she was the same this morning."
Everybody knows the famous bullsh*t steps in grieving: "denial," "anger," John B. adds. "I have a bad feeling about tonight." He speaks. "Maybe she should stay behind, with wheeze."
"Fuck that and fuck you," she says as she stands behind us, her angry eyes on me before I even turn to face her."I'm coming, and none of you are stopping me; you need me."
"Cassie...." John B starts, but she cuts him mid-sentence: "What are you even talking about? You don't even know me."
"You don't know me either," she says as she turns to face me. « What, we bonded within a week, and everything's good? "Nothing is okay, okay?"
I don't recognize her at this moment. I know she is right; we only met a week ago, but it does not feel like that for me; we've been through so much already. But I stay silent, letting her speak because I can sense that she needs it
"I just want something concrete to do, okay?I'm fine, it's not denial or anger, I just lost my mom, she abandoned me like dad did, and now I'm alone, that's a fucking fact, and there's nothing I can do about it, so fuck off with your worries, I don't need them."
She frowns and takes a step back when I try to grab her arm. John B. and I are both speechless. What the hell was that?
I see the glares of the group, watching us from afar but not saying anything.
