A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 29

I stormed in there, walking to my seat, pissed at the both of those childish ass niggas. They have a lot of nerve calling me out of my name when they both wanted my ass. I closed my eyes trying to take my mind off this stituation to a happy place, to a happier moment in my life.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY CINDY!" I heard people shout.

I slowly opened my eyes when they woke me up from my slumber. Mom, dad, and Matt were all standing around my bed. Dad had his arm around mom's shoulders as they were standing at the head of my bed, and Matt was standing at the foot of it. They were all dressed expect mom who was still dressed in her pajamas since she was sick with the flu. She still looked beautiful even being as sick as she is.

"Happy Birthday Cassiopeia!" She said as loudly as she could without coughing.

"Thanks mama."

"Well you better get dressed and eat your breakfast, so your brother can take you out for the day," my dad said before him and Matt walked out, but my mom stayed.

She held her smile at me and walked over to the end of the bed to keep a distance of me and her illness.

"What's up momma?" I asked groggily still trying to wake myself up.

She walked to the end of my bed collecting her hand in mine, squeezing it lightly, and giving me a small smile even through her pain. "I just wanted to share a thought, well really a poem, I had about you last night." I nodded my head flagging her to continue. She took her hand in mine still remaining her distance. She looked at me straight in my eyes. Her brown eyes were more than just an eye color to me. How could I see them as just eyes were they read me like a book, made me act right with one stare, or love me with a little tinkle?
"You do know the meaning behind your name, right?"

"Yea."

"Well, I'm gonna tell you again. Cassiopeia, Queen of the Night Sky. She was bangin. She was an Ethiopian Queen, a goddess, and you carry that name. Your name shines in the stars all year long in the night sky as a M or W. She was prideful off her beauty, but she was a beezy."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Do you ever wonder why your name is shown in the sky as a M or W?" She asked ignoring my question.

"Sometimes."

"Well, I think you're old enough to know now. Cassiopeia was past the definition of gorgeous, and she knew this, everybody knew it, but she twisted that confidence into cockiness. She offended Poseidon, the sea God who created beautiful sea creatures, saying that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She wouldn't take her words back, so he took her daughter who was later saved, but that still didn't stop a punishment being created for her. Her thrown is shaped as those letters to turn it upside down for her to hang off of and hold on for dear life."

"So she's cursed because she admitted what was true?"

"You can see it that way, but I just wanted to tell you the full meaning behind your name before someone else got to tell you something different."

"Well how do you see her curse?" I asked before she got up.

She sat back down taking ahold of my hand. "I named you Cassiopeia, knowing it meant that, because the name is beauty and pride something that's rare in girls nowadays, especially the black girls. She was Ethiopian, an Africian goddess. She was everything that people wish they had, but doesn't mean she had to be a bitch about it."