To the Beach

Chapter 12

🌹Cascade's pov🌹

    I finished making pancakes, the same recipe that my mom used the day of the car crash, and set them on the table. "So nice of you to take care of us aunt Lisa." I said as politely as I could, but honestly I didn't want her to be here. I don't remember ever seeing her before in my life, and even though I was only fourteen I felt as if I don't need an adult breathing down my neck. I know how to cook, clean, and take care of myself. If aunt Lisa really cared about us she wouldn't have left us with Sabrina for the past seven years.

    I smiled and sat down across from my aunt, and in between Callie and Aubrey. I leaned in closer to Bre. "Why'd you let the fake blonde in the house?" I whispered as secretly as I could.

    "She gave me this." Aubrey said and slid me a note. I read over it at least three times. To me it didn't make any sense. The way it was written sounded like dad knew that the car crash was going to happen... but he didn't. It was like he knew that he would die, and Sabrina was going to take care of us then kick us out seven years later. But how? But why?

    I pushed the thought away and reached for a pancake. I hadn't realized that I spaced out and the pancakes were almost gone. I pulled my hand back and got out of my seat. My stomach had an unsettling feeling to it and I was dizzy, my head spinning with thoughts about my dad.

    Why did he send aunt Lisa exactly two days after we got kicked out? Why did he send aunt Lisa at all? How did he know about the possibility of foster care? Why, why, why? How, how, how? My head started hurting and my eyes drew weary. It felt like I ran fifty miles nonstop without water then forgot to fall asleep for three days straight. I fell on my bed and crawled under the covers. I was hot and sweaty. It was ninetyeight degrees outside and yet I was shivering.

    I pulled out my phone to text someone, but I didn't know who to talk to. How would I explain what I'm feeling. I realized I still had the note in my now balled up fist. I carefully flattened it out in my hands. I read over it a few more times before throwing it on the ground. I got up and paced the room, every step causing me throbbing pain. I winced as I lifted my leg to take another step. Then I collapsed in a pills of throbbing muscles and tears.

    "Cascade are you okay?" I heard Callie yell from downstairs.

    "I'm fine." I said. I lied. I jumped at the sound of my door opening. Callie entered and immediately dropped to her knees to tend to my broken needs. I pushed her away not want to open up or make her feel the way I do. I would never do that to her.

    "Cascade Allie Waters, I know your not okay. You better tell me right now before I," her voice faltered when she noticed the tears filling my eyes and the note in my hands. "Oh what's that?" I handed it to her and she tilted her head, clearly not understanding why I was crying, so I decided to explain myself. Everything from dad knowing to the strange feeling.

     Callie grabbed my hand like she used to do when I cried about my favorite book character dying, but this time it was more sincere, like she actually understood every feeling, emotion, and thought that went through this process. My eyesight was blurry from tears and the need of glasses that Sabrina refused to get me.

    "Cal, what if he did know?"

    "He didn't."

    "I know but what if he did, do you think he would," my train of thought stopped, almost if someone or something was trying to keep me from finding out what happened to my dad. Callie shook her head like she knew what I was going to say, but I didn't. It was like someone took the paper of my thoughts and spread whiteout across my train of thought. But there was one thing ringing in my mind.

     I grabbed my phone and dialed my dad's  old number. It rang and rang then finally someone picked up. A familiar voice echoed through my phone. A voice I didn't expect or want for the most part. Callie stared at my wide eyed in realization. The voice on the phone was my dad's. Dad was alive.