Casandra's P.O.V
*flashback*
"I'm sorry Cas, mommy is so very sorry" she said while crying
"I love you so much baby girl, but mommy has to go away for a while, I know you don't understand right now, but someday you will and I'm so sorry for that. But everything's gonna be alright Cas I promise. And you will see me again someday okay?"
I nodded my head yes although there was a look of confusion covering my face. My mom was bent down on her knees so that we were face to face and the same height. I looked her over, she had a knot on her forehead where she claims she fell but I knew it was done by my dad. Her jet black curly hair hung just above her shoulders. Her eyes were swollen, blue and black, and blood shot red from crying so hard. Her nose was snotty and running. Her lip was fat and busted. And she wore a lime green tank top with baggy gray sweats. (Picture above) The most beautiful woman even when she didn't look her best.
She lifted my chin and looked me in my green eyes and said
"I love you Cas, be strong"
With that she stood up and before I could get out the words "I love you mom" a loud noise ripped through my ears as I quickly squeezed my eyes shut. After the noise which lasted for less than .5 seconds disappeared I opened them slowly and there she was. The lady that gave me life. The most beautiful woman in my eyes. My bestfriend. My protector. Lying in a puddle of blood.
"Casandra? Casandra? Um excuse me"
*End of Flashback*
I snapped out of my flashback, I didn't realize the realtor was calling my name.
"Um yes sorry these carpets just brought back memories, my apologies" I said with a shaky a voice
"Yes indeed, it's fine shall we continue the rest of the tour ?" Said Carrie (the realtor )
I was about to be 18 in a couple of months and I needed a place of my own. I couldn't keep staying with my abusive drunken sorry excuse for a man dad. Especially in the house where my mother ki-
"I'm so sorry Carrie, but can we try to find a condo that has no carpet ? I'm not trying to sound like a pain but that is the one thing I don't want to have in my home" I said starting to look down
"Of course honey ! That may be difficult but I promise I'll do my best! I'll let you know when I find something. In the meantime go home and get some rest you look exhausted" she said
I loved Carrie so much, she was always so helpful and did more than what she was being paid to do. She knew I was 17 and although I was gonna be 18 in a few months she tried getting me a place of my own being underage.
I smiled said "Thank you so much" and walked off.
*Hour later*
I pulled up to my house or my dads house and sat in the drive way for a bit. I looked around in disgust. I hated every single part of this neighborhood and couldn't wait to leave it.
I opened my car door to get out and took a long deep breath. Every time I got close to my "home" five weights were added to my shoulders. I thought Love was supposed to be where home was but I felt nothing but hate here.
I walked in and went directly to my room. I threw myself on my bed because I was so damn exhausted and drained. Emotionally and physically. I felt a tug on my eyelids which had to mean I was getting sleepy. I let out a huge yawn and as soon as I closed my eyes to sleep I heard my door open. I didn't bother to open my eyes because I knew it was just my dad coming in to try and find my hidden money so he could buy more drugs and pop more pills.
All of a sudden I felt a tug at the top of my leggings.
"What the hell!" I screamed
I instantly through my eyes open to see-
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