The Broken Girl's Angel

Chapter 8: Bro k en

Cassidy

Once class was over, I continued on with my day, hiding my inner desire to go home and sleep. Somehow, I got away with skipping school yesterday, which makes me feel accomplished in life. All I had to do was get through one more class and I'd be free to go. Entering my last class of the day, I sit in the back of the room closest to the door so I could get away with being on my phone or asleep, and so I'd be one of the first ones out.

Thankfully, fifty minutes later, my wish is fulfilled as the dismissal bell rings and I rush out of the room. I stopped by my locker to drop off some things before heading to the parking lot. On my way off campus, Jaxon stopped me by stepping in front of me. He grabbed my arm and dragged me towards a sectioned off area while looking over his shoulders in every direction.

"What the hell? I thought you weren't gonna tell anyone?" he said with saddened yet fierce eyes. I looked at him with confusion.

"What are you talking about? I didn't tell anyone, I wasn't going to in the first place. It's not even a big deal..."

"Well, it is for me. People react differently when they find out others have weaknesses," he said.

"I promise you, I didn't tell anyone your little secret. Who would I even tell?"

"If you didn't tell anyone, then why are Chris and Courtney acting weird?" he asks out loud, although it seemed to be targeted more to himself. Assuming his time with me was over, I wiggled myself away from in front of him, walking off. I didn't hear him call my name so I figured he walked off.

When I got home, the smell of hard liquor and cigarettes hit my nose. My stomach dropped as I closed the door behind me. A gang of laughter echoed throughout the house from the kitchen. She was back and she brought friends.

I walked towards the dining room to see Christina and her scumbag friends playing cards on the dining table. I stood in the dark hallway before she noticed me and made me enter the odorous room that was being lit by the yellow light hanging from the ceiling.

"Cassidy! What, are you just gonna stand there looking stupid?" She hissed, giving me a short glance. Unsure of how to respond, I stood there in silence.

"When an adult is speaking to you, you respond," She spoke in a low tone.

"Go get my lighter upstairs." She said, shooing me off. I reluctantly walk upstairs and into my room to retrieve the lighter I secretly stole from her. Pushing my door open, I saw a grimy looking man standing with his back towards me. He quickly turned around when he noticed my presence.

"What are you doing? Get out!" I shout at the man. He flashes a grin of decaying teeth and then pushes past me on his way out. Looking around, I inspect my room to see if any of my belongings had been touched. Not noticing anything, I grab the lighter and close my door. Once back downstairs, I hand the lighter to the wicked witch and watch as she poisons herself with tobacco. I could practically feel the toxins eating away at her lungs.

A few minutes later, her company leaves and I head back to my room. Sitting on my bed, my eyes start to glaze over and stray thoughts wander my brain. Day dreaming has always been a habit of mine. What else do you do when you have a brain asking never endless questions? In the midst of day dreaming, I notice that my eyes were fixated on an object on my dresser.

Getting up from the mattress, I walk over to the dresser to see a small wooden box opened and it's contents scattered amongst the top of my dresser. The same wooden box dad gave me before he left. Rummaging through the scattered contents, I notice one thing in particular missing. A golden chain bracelet. A bracelet he bought the day he met mom. I start to panic, thinking of the places it could be hiding when one thing comes to mind: the man. The man who was here earlier must've taken it.