Forbidden Love

Chapter 1 (Casey)

  Dad entered the Searight house's black gates.
  "Did you make a wrong turn?" I questioned him. I had my head out of the window to get a better look at the place.
  "No, Casey, this is the new place." He packed in the driveway.
  I got out of the car and studied the house.
  Judging by the outside of the house, it was haunted. The stretch of it made me thought of it as a mansion. The structure was built like a castle. It wasn't secluded from the rest of the town. I saw other houses miles away on other hills. It was perched upon the very top of a hill and had gates guarding it. The Searight house didn't looked too friendly. The curtains moved from the inside.
  Shivers ran down my back. I moved back in my seat.
  "Casey!"
  I snapped out of it. Mom and Dad was carrying boxes out of the trunk.
  "Help out with these boxes," she ordered.
  I grabbed a box and walked into the house.
  "I can't believe you guys serio--"
  Before I could finished, Deva, my sister knocked me down with a box of my things. CDs, jewelry, and my phone- which fell, in the process, from my pants pocket- was smacked and broken. The cracks on my phone were like veins spreading out.
  "You are going to pay for this." I was pissed off. My face was as red as a bull.
  "But I didn't--" She tried to plead.
  "I don't care!" I yelled.
  "Casey, go upstairs and find yourself a room!" Mom yelled.
   I shoved my shattered objects back into the box. I carried the box that held what I considered fragile objects and other boxes named 'Casey's closest, bedroom, and others' up the staircase. First of all, my name wasn't Casey. I allowed people to called me Casey because my real name was way too inappropriate and embarrassing to be notified to my attention. I had came up with that name when I was ten. My biological name was Cutie. With a name like that--and the other names that kids at my previous schools had called me--it just added fuel to the fire. So, I stuck with Casey. Second, my family and I only moved to the immortal realm because I was molested by a group of jocks last school year. The bad part about the move was I couldn't see my cousins, Avery and Irina. They were like sisters to me. They lived in the mortal realm. Long-distance just wasn't the same as being in person.
   I climbed the last step.
   I chose the termites half-eaten door with the rose above the doorway. The room was spacious and warm much better my old cold and small room. The shelves were covered in dust. On the floor was a bronze carpet. I felt a weakened spot neared my bed. The walls smelt freshly painted. Spider webs connected the corners of the ceiling. The bed was covered in a white sheet, clearly tucked in tight. The sun shone through the yellowish curtains, at the windowsill.
   I flopped down on the bed.
   "I know we had to move but why in this dump?" I said to myself.
   "How dare you disrespect my house!" Out of nowhere, a translucent skin girl with long black hair and blue eyes, wearing a white long-sleeved blouse with a gray skirt stood over me. If looks could kill, I would had been died.
   "Mom and Dad!" I yelled.
   Hearing my parents' footsteps raced up the stairs, she moved away from me and crossed her arms.
   "Pathetic," she mumbled.
   Mom and Dad busted open the door, worried spread onto their face. "What's wrong?"
   Still in fear, I pointed at the ghost.
   They glanced quickly at one another, then backed at us, and suddenly broke into laughter.
   The ghost glanced at me and then at them. "What the hell is so funny?"
   "The look on her face," Mom replied, still laughing.
   She and I shared a look of misunderstanding.
   "Casey, honey, she's a ghost," Dad said.
   "And, fortunately for us, you have met Jessica Searight, the landlord," Mom introduced.
   "The landlord?" They had to been kidding me. The girl was basically around my age. My parents were nurse and doctor. They were smart enough to know if someone was pulling their leg, but they were aging. I wasn't going to let that girl took advantage of them. "How old are you?"
   Her eyebrows went rose. "It is none of your damn business."
   Mom and Dad took that as the cue to departed out of my room and disappeared down the staircase.
   I ran right through the ghost and stood at the doorway. "Y'all just going to leave me?"
  "Yep," Dad said, happily.
  "This is their house as much as ours," Mom hollered over her shoulder. "You gotta live with them."
   I shook my head as I re-entered the room.
   I felt her eyes stared me down.
   I looked up.
   "There is more of you?"
   She smirked at me. She shook her head. Before she disappeared, she said, "As I said before, it is none of your damn business."
  I flopped back onto the bed.
 I sighed.

 It was going to be a long year.