It's the night after our fight. I bend down cupping cold water and putting it on my face. I do that 2 more times before I brace myself on the counter with both hands on either side. Letting my head hang I take a deep breath. Sometimes when I take a big breath it feels like the first time I've breathed all day. I look up at myself in the mirror. Sunken in eyes, Purple eye bags, I put my hands up to feel my face. My skin looks dull. Lifeless. I sigh and take my hand towel and wipe off my face. I hear a door slam and flinch instinctively. I turn around and see Cassie slam the door shut.
"Wha-" I start but she turns toward me with a huge smile and a small black dress on.
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"Get ready bitch we're going clubbing."
"Cas no." I state waving her off.
"Yes I'm back and I want to go out." She says skipping towards me. I shake my head.
"How would we even get in?" I ask and she practically vibrates from excitement.
"I made these." She says pulling out two fake IDs. Then she pulled out a gun. "Or we could get in with this instead if you're feeling spicy." She wiggles her eyebrows.
"Cassie no." I blanch.
"You're no fun." She says, sighing. Cassie has been living in the guest house since we came back from Westwood together. Westwood private academy is a school my mom sent me to in Australia. She sent me there to keep me safe from my fathers job. I wish she would have come with me. Maybe if she did- if we moved she and Sam would still be alive. Cassie got sent to Westwood because of her behavior. She hates her parents so when we graduated she was either going to stay in Australia or move back in with her parents which wasn't happening. So I offered her to come live with me for a little while until she got everything figured out. Now she works for my father and can live here for however long she wants.
"I want to get wasted so get something cute on and let's goooo." Cassie says impatiently flopping on my bed.
"Ok ok jeez." I walk in my closet trying to find something to wear. "So where did you just come from?" Since she works for my father she has to travel a lot. She's gone almost every other week. The time she's gone always depends on the job I guess. I don't know, she won't explain what it is that she does. We've had many arguments about it and every time she says 'I can't tell you your dad would kill me. But I would if I could and you know that'. I don't see the big deal. I know my dad owns a company of some kind and it's dangerous. I'm old enough now that I deserve to know. But I don't blame it on Cassie. She's scared of my dad. I mean everybody is.
"Moscow. It's terrible 10/10 don't recommend it." She says on her phone. I put on some jeans and a black tank top and walked out the closet to show Cassie. She looks up and groans. "No girl, let me help you out a little." She says getting up and looking around my closet. "Bro you have nothing good in here." She pops her head out the closet and winces. "No offense."
