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Chapter 31

Six months later.........

"Hey Cassy, can you process these documents for me before you leave, please?"

"Oh, hey Dustin, yes I can do that. Leave them here on my desk and I'll do them before I leave"

"Are you meeting the other's tonight at Jimmy's?" Dustin asked.

"I don't know if I feel up for a hangover tomorrow. We still have Taylor's barbeque happening tomorrow" I told him, as I continued finishing my work.

"You only live once" he said, but he could see from my facial expression I was over this conversation, so he decided to stop talking and he left me to my own devices.

I decided to stick with the name on my fake ID to avoid being found, so I'm Cassy Mitchell now. I started my new life in Cheyenne, Wyoming six months ago when I left New York. I took a bus as far as I thought I should and ended up here. In the middle of nowhere.

I work at a small construction company of which I am one of nine employees. Dustin being my manager, but also part of our friends' group. He comes across as too forward sometimes. I mostly do admin related work and it sure as hell pays more than a waitress would earn here in this town.

Nothing really happens here besides going to the nearest pub or club. The other option is get-togethers with friends and a whole lot of gossiping. I am clearly not a fan of the gossiping part because I like to keep things private.

Tonight, some girls and guys I know from town, decided to go to a pub called Jimmy's and I'm still making up my mind about going. They have been doing that every weekend and I have been making up excuses to avoid constantly going.

I love to remain by myself most of the time, watch movies and checking up on people on social media that I know from New York. Not him though, I don't look for him.

I've not been in contact with anyone that side. I didn't even follow up to find out if the divorce was finalized. I also do not care to know at this stage in my life. I just want my peace.

Do I regret leaving? Sometimes, but what grinds my bones the most, is the fact that everyone is in everyone's business in this freaking place. That's why i try to avoid hanging in big groups every weekend. I miss New York because that was a huge part of the life that molded me into the person I am today, regardless of the bad it came with.

Do I regret leaving Domenico? No, I am still beyond pissed when I play back their conversation, the way he was acting with her and her touching him in the intimate manner she did. In conclusion, the way he treated me after we left Italy was enough for me to make a final decision.

I have not moved on with any guy and I don't think that I would be interested in any man at this stage. Even though Domenico hurt me, I still love him. I just hate him as well.

I finished the last of the paperwork left on my desk and headed towards my apartment, that is only a block away from work.

I live in a small one bedroom, dully furnished apartment with huge windows overlooking Cheyenne, which makes it look bigger than what it actually was.

I got a glass of white wine as soon as I entered my apartment and decide to strip out of my work attire, and take a long soothing bath with music playing in the background. My mind was flooded with memories of him that I have been trying to suppress, but always fail to. Now I openly torture myself by thinking of him.

Things have been going so good and now I'm starting to feel depressed again. When I got here, I was sulking for two whole weeks before I even started looking for a job. I got out of the bath and let the water drain then headed to my bedroom, got get dressed in a pair of leggings and tank top.

I headed to the kitchen and made myself a grilled cheese sandwich. I'm just too lazy to make anything else and headed to my couch to binge on some romantic movies.

An hour into the movie, a knock was heard on my door. I paused my movie and got up to answer the door.

"Oh, hey Kelly. What are you doing here I thought you would be going with the others to Jimmy's?" I asked, as I open the door for her to enter while feeling annoyed at what her presence meant for me. It meant she will be begging me to go out with her.

"I want you to come with me. I'm not allowing you to stay here alone by yourself. You are young and you never know, there might be a man out there for you" she says with a huge smile.

"You know I'm not looking for relationships with men" I inform her, while plopping my but on the couch.

"I'm not giving you a choice. You better get up and get dressed or I will drag you out of here" she insists, while giving me a pointed look, waiting for me to head in and get dressed.

I groaned as I rubbed my hands over my face and made my way to my bedroom. I decided to get dressed in a pair of black jeans with ankle boots. It is chilly outside, I thought to myself as I pulled the white long-sleeved cropped top over my head and wrapped the black suede cropped jacket around my waist. My hair was left loosely hanging behind my back. I exited the bedroom, grabbing a small purse while heading to the door and waiting for Kelly to get up so we could go to the pub.

Kelly is a tall blonde with a stunning body. She is also the girlfriend of Russell, who's also part of our friend group.

The whole group consists of Dustin, Kelly, Russell, Taylor, Stephany, Caleb, Kyle and myself. They are all nice people and I enjoy their company most of the time. The only time I don't enjoy it, is if they ask about my life before moving here. I told them previously that my parents died and that I moved to experience something slower paced. Obviously, they fell for it. I'm a whole lie myself by pretending to be someone I'm not.

We reached the bar and was welcomed by the owner Jimmy that knew all of us by name. I did mention that everyone knows everyone in this town. We had drinks and were chatting up a storm. I have grown a love for tequila because of the effect it had on me. It made me happy. It also helps me forget the stresses of life.

After a few hours, I was buzzed from drinking my tenth shot of tequila. Kyle always gave me these strange looks when he thinks I'm intoxicated and don't notice him. I do, I just pretend to not notice. He wants me to give him a chance, but I feel it is wrong to do so. I just cannot move on and I also feel six months is way too short to get over any relationship and don't even mention marriage. Besides, I don't know if the divorce went through yet, but he's not my type, anyways.

At around 2:00 in the morning everyone had enough and we decided to call it a night. Kyle gave me a lift home. His apartment building is a street away from mine.

Before I could get out, Kyle placed his hand on my thigh, stopping me from getting out. I turned, facing him to see at what his reasons was for stopping me "why don't you want to give me a chance, Cassy?" he begged for an answer, with a pleading look on his face.

"I can't" I said, looking him straight in the eyes "I told you that before. I really do not have the energy for a relationship now. I went through some stuff before and I am still trying to put myself together. I don't think you will be happy, receiving minimal attention from me that is still hung up about my past".

He looked so dejected as my response sunk in and I exited his car and made my way into my apartment.

He has been asking me the same shit every month since I've arrived in this town. I didn't even say goodbye and just left his vehicle. I hope he gets it in his big scull now.
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