Falling for Dylan Day

Cassandra and I

Chapter 1: Cassandra and I

Some might think my life is perfect...but I can assure you, with evidence, it's not as charmed as it seems.

If I'm correct, I'm assuming most of you have a mom, right? Maybe even two. But I'm also assuming that she (they) love you unconditionally, and make you breakfast when you're sad, and yell at you a lot. (Even though you know it's just because they love you.) My mom never was a motherly figure in my life. I'm actually positive she doesn't have a maternal instinct. So, after she hooked up with some green-eyed, dirt-colored hair dude at some club and had me on the floor of a strip club, she pretty much left me to fend for myself.

My name is Florence Gale, daughter of Cassandra Gale, the star of the ridiculously popular reality TV show "cleverly" named, 'Down and Dirty.'

Every episode has the same plot when it comes to mommy dearest; go to a sketchy bar, get totally and completely wasted, get into a heated barfight over some miniscule unimportant detail concerning something miniscule and unimportant, make out and do other explicit things with some dude half her age in the corner of the bar where the cameras can easily tape her, then come home covered in vomit and her own piss.

But like the dutiful and loyal daughter I am, after the cameras are gone after a day of partying, I'm always there to clean her up and set her straight so she can come home the next day, once again covered in vomit and other unknown substances I have no wish to identify.

This was the normal routine I had to cope with every damn day, and to say the least I was really fucking fed up, pardon my french. The same thing, night after night, cleaning up my mother's messes...until one, dreadful, fateful day when my mom came home with some "exciting" news...

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"No!" I yelled. "There is no way I'm going to be on your nasty show and hang out with your skanky friends!"

I was cleaning puke off my mom's chest in the bathroom when she told me the news. "Please Flo you have to!" Mom pleaded. "The ratings would go through the roof!" I visibly shuddered. I imagined myself in a skintight shirt-dress thing doing body shots off male strippers in a dirty nightclub...with my mom. I threw up a bit in my mouth.

"What makes you think I would agree to this! I have plans mom, a future planned out where I can get away from all of this!"

"Well not anymore!" My mom grinned.

I almost slapped her. All of my studying, all of my college applications...down the drain. I buried my face in my hands. This was not going to end well.

I finally turned my attention back to my mom, who was sitting on the toilet looking at me with a hopeful expression. "Well?" She questioned. "What do you think?"

"No!" I hissed. "Absolutely not!" I stormed to my room and slammed the door, collapsing onto my queen sized bed. I was so fucking done.

After a few minutes, I heard my mom timidly tip-toe up to my door and knock.

"What do you want mom?" I said, my voice muffled by my black batman pillow. She sighed. "Look..." She started. "You're going to have to do this no matter what. I already talked to the producer and he said he expects you at the bar with all the other ladies tomorrow with me, ok?" She waited for me to react, and when she knew she wasn't going to get a show, she left.

I wanted to fucking scream.

Instead, I dialed my best friend Aislinn. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me." She paused for a second.

"...are you ok? Your voice sounds-" I cut her off.

"Just pick me up, ok? I really need to talk to you." Another pause.

"Ok...I'll be there in a minute." She hung up.

I put the phone down on the nightstand and blew a long breath out of my mouth. I sat up and wiped the tears out of my eyes and changed into something more suitable for going outside. I threw on some black jeans and a ratty sweater and hurried outside when I saw Aislinn's small buggy out in the driveway.

When I reached the door, so close to sweet, sweet escape, I heard my mom yell from the living room. I sighed for the hundredth time that day. Her nasal voice wafted from the couch to my unfortunate eardrums. "Going somewhere? Can you pick up some groceries? We're out of beer again!" She screeched. "Yeah, mom. I'll pick some up." I said in a bored tone.

"Thanks hon! Love ya tons!" I heard her squeal. I flinched. Her squeals sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

"Sure. I'll be back in a bit...don't do anything stupid while I'm gone!" I yelled.

Then I hurried out as quick as I can. I needed to get out of there. Thank God Aislinn drives like a race car driver on steroids.

Hey it's Natalie...thanks for reading! Comment, star and follow. :0)

I'll continue if I get at least two people to read...hope to write again soon!

See ya later alligators.