Killing Cassidy

Chapter 1

    Between the head-ache, blisters on my heals, and overly tight dress, I'm ready to just fall into my bed and sleep. Maybe going to the club tonight wasn't the best idea, but I just wanted to feel free for the night. Or maybe It was just to get my mind off of Dakota.

We just couldn't make it work this time, or anytime I guess. Between his absence and hot-headedness, I don't know why I kept it going. Or why I still love him. I'm just like one of those girls from the movies, the ones that are too dumb and always forgive the asshole. However, they always get a prince in shining armor. Maybe I'm still waiting for my prince.

I unlock the door to my house and walk inside. It has to be 1 a.m. by now, which casts darkness throughout the space. It feels soothing to my headache, but also eerie. I head upstairs right away, tossing my shoes at the end of the stair case. I take note to put those away in the morning. I would love to just go straight to bed, but I decide to take a shower to wash the filth and makeup off my body.

I shudder at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot, hair is knotted and messy, eyeliner smudged. I really wish Dakota didn't have this effect on me, but he does. He's left me to be the girl who is a total mess without him.

I turn the water on high heat, hoping the steam and warmth will help relax me.

But I don't even get into the shower before a loud noise distracts me. What the..?

I hear a scream, then another one. Holy shit. I turn off the water and grab the toilet plunger. I can't figure out if this is really happening or if the influence of alcohol is playing tricks on me. I grab a towel while shutting the lights off, and I'm suddenly glad I left all my lights off. Maybe whoever it is will think no one is home. Hopefully.

I need to call the police, but my cellphone is down stairs. I find myself making my way down the stairs, when I hear the click of my front door opening. It dawns me that I never locked the door, and now, someone is in my house.

I wish Dakota was here, but then again, its his fault he isn't here. Its his fault now that I'm standing here in a towel at my most vulnerable, holding a toilet plunger at my expense. Im seriously fucked over right now.

Relief falls over me when I realize, maybe it is Dakota. Maybe he came back, heard the gunshots, and came to see if I was okay.

I convince myself to man up, and find out who is in my household. I tighten my grip on the only thing covering my body, and hold the toilet plunger above my head, ready to hit someone. In one quick motion, I flip the switch to my entry way lights, round the corner, and my hopes fall.

There is a man in front of me, but its not Dakota. He appears as shocked as I do. I don't know what takes over me, most likely fear, but I scream and swing the plunger at him.

My plan doesn't work, when he grabs the plunger and covers my mouth, completely over powering me. At this point, I feel as if I'm dead, even though I still breath.

"Shhhhh, I'm not here to hurt you," He says frantically. " I was walking the street, heard the shots and I was as scared as you. I'm only looking for shelter please."

I stop moving and my heart aches for this boy. He's just like me, afraid and alone.

" If i let you go, will you try to hit me again?"

I shake my head no and he releases me. I re-adjust my assemble, and reply, "So you're not here to kill me?"

" No, god no. I'm just scared. I was walking home from my girlfriends house and I heard the screaming and gunshots. I didn't know what to do. I will leave, I'm sorry."

The deepness behind his green eyes leads me to believe him. Although I don't like the fact that he's a stranger, I know I can't send him out there, where he might become the next victim. And if I'm honest, I don't really want to be alone either. I stop him from opening the door, and lock it. "Don't go." I plead.

He looks hesitant but nods. "We should call the cops." I state, grabbing my phone.

He places his hand over mine, "Um, I already did, before I came in here. They can't make it till morning though."

I sigh. "This is going to be a long night for us then," I motion for his name.

"Harry." I finally take this moment to observe him fully. He can't be much older than I, he wears all black, tattoos popping out here and there. His eyes shine, a beautiful emerald green, exquisite in every way, with his brown bouncy curls hanging all around. This man is gorgeous.

"Harry, I'm Cassidy." I suddenly feel self conscious, "Um... I don't usually look like this, I just um... Yeah." He laughs slightly making me want to hide behind the wall. "Im just going to go get dressed, you can have a seat over there, I'll bring you spare clothes." I blush, motioning to the couch.

I head back up stairs, grabbing a makeup wipe and throwing on a t-shirt and yoga pants. I head into my room, and go in my closet. Luckily Dakota left some clothes, and I grab a couple options for the guest in my house. I go to my living room to find Harry sprawled out, watching television.

I set the clothes on the armrest of the chair. " Looks like someone already made them self at home." I smile at.

He looks over at the clothes, " Wow, when you said you'd bring me some clothes, I didn't think you meant a whole department store."

I blush once again, "They were my boyfriends, I didn't know what you liked."

He seems to notice my embarrassment, and picks up a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. " This will be fine." He stands up and starts undressing right there, and I look away quickly, pretending like he's not even there. I swear I hear him chuckle a little.

" If you don't mind me asking, where is your boyfriend?" He asks curiously.

I sigh, "We actually broke up yesterday."

His mouth forms an 'o', "Um sorry, I didn't know."

"Its chill. He was kinda a douche anyways" I reassure him.

"Hmm let me guess, buzz cut, a sleeve of tattoos that mean absolutely nothing, he just got them for the look, and reflective sunglasses. Oh, and don't forget his most infamous saying, "No offense, but.." He jokes.

I laugh, happy to find the humor in this breakup. " That was all too accurate."

He shakes his head, " Enough about your ex. So, a toilet plunger?" I swat his arm, and we laugh at how ridiculous the idea was.

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Hey guys. So, it's been a while. I started looking back on my old stories and regretted not finishing them or writing more, because I actually enjoyed it. So i started thinking and I came up with this story. Its not completely put together yet but I'm really excited for it.

So, what do we think of Harry? Do you think Cassidy should have let him stay? Also, predict whats about to happen next, I love reading them.

If you could like and comment I would really appreciate it. Thanks guys,

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