Always Be Forever

Chapter 33: Amy

2087, BCE, October 29

Why? Why did she have to die?

I couldn't stop thinking about Cashmere. I wanted to have sex with her so badly that I was craving it every night when she was alive. It was devastating when I heard the news of her death. I had heard it from Snow, who had learned about it from her boyfriend Jason, who had witnessed the death. That must've been hard on him, when he had came across her dead, cold, decaying body in Alex's arms. I don't know who this Alex is, but he for sure is one hell-of-a-lucky guy if he was dating Cashmere. But why would Cashmere do that to Michael? I thought she was loyal to him. Well, at some point in everyone's lives, we don't find ourselves loyal to another person anymore. We lose the spark. I never lost it with Cashmere. That's why I had always felt like she was the one for me. Before she had died, Chris had taken me to a ring store, where I picked one out for Cashmere if we ever had the chance of being in a relationship. I still keep the ring with me, but it's hidden away in my jewelry box where my mom can't see it. "Amy?" I had heard Chris say as she had entered my room. "Yes Chris?" I had asked when I lowered my book. I was reading a book, but then Cashmere came into my head. I'm sitting in a beanbag chair in my room, and the chair is beside my dresser, which is across from my bed. It is against the wall where there is a window, and is facing my closet, which is on the same wall as the door. The door that leads to my bathroom is right beside the dresser, but on the left side when I sit down in the beanbag chair. "Mom's finally home," Chris had told me. I stood up, and went rushing out of the room to mom. Our mother's name is Francesca, and her story is quite complicated, since we don't know who our father is. "Mom!" I exclaimed when I had seen her enter the front door. It feels like it's been so long. Well, it has been. "Amy!" Francesca had exclaimed as she had given me a hug. "Will you be staying?" I had asked her. She was away for two months in Belgium visiting family.

"Not for long. The Oberon's have invited me over for dinner tonight, and then I'm heading back out again. Sorry little honey bear," Francesca had told me as I was looking around for Chris. She had come back out wearing a dress, high heels, and a wig. I really don't understand why Francesca is against Chris being transgender. I headed over to the dining room as Francesca had taken off her coat and had put it in the dining room. "I feel like I don't see you anymore," I had let out as Francesca had walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge. "That's because life is hard," she had told me as she had taken a sip of cold water in a cup. "That's not a good enough reason to see your daughters! You know we're supposed to be in University by now, but no! You decide to hold us back for I don't know what reason," I had let out without thinking. She wasn't answering me. "I want answers!" I yelled out. I was tired of Francesca not telling Chris and I everything we wanted to know. "Who is my father?" I had asked her, stomping my foot into the floor. "I'm not answering your question," she had told me. "Fine. But at some point I'd like to know the truth," I had told her as she had put her cup in the sink. "Are you leaving now?" I had heard Chris ask Francesca from around the corner. "Yeah. I just needed to drink something," Francesca had told us before she grabbed her coat, and then headed back out the door. I wish she could just tell us who our father is. I understand why she wouldn't tell us, but this has been going on for 18 years now. When she was 16, she was raped, but had never told us who raped her. She was pregnant with both Chris and I, and she had told us that she would have regretted getting an abortion.

Jasmine, James, and all of the other parents, except for Lucy and David, were also 16 at the same time. Jasmine had Cashmere when she was 22, making Chris and I six years older than her. Yes, we are 22, and we are supposed to be in university now, but our mom had decided to hold us back. Everyone thinks that Francesca is 32, but she's actually 38. Her reasons are very confusing and they don't make any sense. The only people who know the truth are Jasmine and James, and they know not to say anything. Jasmine was 16 when she had met James - he was 18 - and Jasmine had Cashmere when she was 22. I don't need to say all of the ages for everyone, but just know that it's all very confusing, especially for me. Wait, I get it now. Chris and I are 22, so we are capable of living on our own. We do it all the time and we don't have any problems. That must be why Francesca leaves and doesn't say anything, because she wants us to find out for ourselves. "Chris?" I had asked her after she came back from her room, in the clothes that I normally see her wear when mom is away. "Yes Amy?" She had asked me as she had sat down on the sofa. I sat down beside her. "Do you think we could try tracing back our heritage to figure out who dad is?" I had asked her, but she just gave me this blank face that I just couldn't read. "We have every right to know our birth father," I had told her, and she went to grab her laptop from her room. My phone had dinged, showing that I had got a message from Julia. She had sent: "Don't forget to talk to Ben about starting to form our own group." Crap, I completely forgot about that.