Her Savior (completed)

Chapter 5

I forced myself to get up as the blaring alarm went off in my ear. I arose from the warm, comfortable spot in Tate's arms and reached over to unplug the alarm clock

"You go to school?" He whispered with a sleepy voice which made it all the more adorable.

"Yeah, sadly."

Waking up to being in his arms and hearing his voice made it so much easier. I just wish it was like this every morning. He got up out of bed also and wrapped his arms around me from behind as I sat upright. "Don't ya' hate school? You should just stay home with me today, we can lay here forever; all day." He purred into my ear

"I'm sorry Tate, but my mom would beat my ass. You know I wish I could." I twisted around to hug him a little longer before I had to get up.

I'm a straight A student, or at least that's what she expects me to be. I hate being expected of things all of the time. Everyone wants to picture me as perfect--and I try to be-- but I'm not.

I stood up and walked to the mirror that sat against the wall to my right. I stared into little old photos of me and my best friend tucked in each corner of the plastic surrounding the mirror, stickers all over the glass. I felt sick to my stomach as I glanced at each one. I missed him so bad, he meant the world to me and the day I had to move was unbearable.

"Hey Josh" I walked up to him, it was in the end of 6th period; our last class. All day I had been kissing up to Joshua, knowing that the time I had to tell him came shortly. "Hey 'Cassy, what's wrong?" I ignored his question and crashed into his arms, giving him a tight hug. Tears began to flow out uncontrollably. "I'm going to miss you so bad" it was in the middle of winter, there was no way school was ending so soon so he knew what I meant. "What? Don't tell me you're moving." "I'm so sorry Josh" "I'll miss you so much, where are you moving? Is it close?" "No." I whined. He hugged me tighter and whispered into my ear "I love you so much"

I treaded out of my room and into the small bathroom across the hall. I glared at my reflection in the mirror. I whirled around to the small cupboard behind me and grabbed the makeup I had; pale foundation, black mascara by Cover Girl, cheap drug store eyeliner, and light pink blush I borrowed from an old friend. I turned back around to the mirror and saw Tate standing behind me. "Hey" I smiled as I pounded the foundation bottle on my palm to make the ivory colored paste spill onto my hand. I took my index and middle finger, dipped it into the foundation, and rubbed it on my cheeks, chin, nose, and forehead. I blended them into the flaws, attempting to make them disappear.

"You don't need that stuff." Tate murmured into my ear.

I jokingly rolled my eyes and continued to grab my eyeliner off of the edge of the glass sink. I stared back into my refection and swiped the black substance on the lids of my eyes into a wing and continued to my mascara and blush. Once I was finally done, I squeezed out of the door frame beside Tate. I walked back into my room, closed my door, and pulled out the drawers of my dresser. Tate groaned as I pulled out a gray hoodie and black jeans, stripped out of my sweatpants and tank top, and put my new outfit on for the day. I felt a chill down my spine as I realized that Tate was behind me.

I spun around and giggled in embarrassment as I cupped my face with my hands. I felt him walk up to me. He laughed along and tucked his fingers into the soles of my Vans, teasing me as he held them above his head, mocking my shortness. I stood on his feet and reached up to grab them as I giggled with my body pressed against his. When I finally grabbed them quickly from his grip, I laughed in conquer and slipped them on, walking out of my bedroom, down the noisy wooden stairs, and into the living room. I grabbed my backpack. As I was about to walk out the door, Tate walked up behind me and gave me a tight hug. "Bye" He smiled "Bye, I'll see you later." I sweetly smiled back, giving him a peck on the cheek.

I arrived at the school, crowded with all different types of people; all different types of crowds. I walked into the school building and walked to what I assumed was the office. "I'm new here, I was wond-" The lady at the front desk interrupted me. "Name." I hesitated, "Cassadee May Carpenter" She instantly began typing on her keyboard, staring at the computer screen in front of her. The printer started to spit out a piece of paper. "Here" She handed me the paper out of the printer. It read, "(1st Period)Room 206- Science. (2nd Period) Room 140- Math. (3rd Period) Room 213- Language Arts. (4th Period) Room 91- Computer." And so on...

I made my way to all of my classes successfully. It was 4th period by the time I was already tired. A short girl with blonde hair that seemed about my age stopped me on my way to the library for computers. "You're the girl who lives in the murder house, aren't you?" "Excuse me? The murder house?" "Yeah, you know, everyone who has ever lived there died. I'm guessing that's your house? 939 Berro Drive." I was shocked, how many people died there? I thought it was just Tate.
"Yeah."
She harshly laughed, "Be careful sweetheart."
What just happened? I ignored it and walked down the crowded halls to my next class.
"Everyone take a seat at a computer, please."
A teacher who looked like she was about in her mid 40s with dark brown hair and wrinkly skin demanded us.
I sat in a computer farther away from everyone, I wasn't in the mood of making friends or having some childish 17 year old bug me the entire time. "Cassadee," I looked up at the teacher who stood at the front of the room. "Can you sit one seat up, please?" I nodded my head, gathered my belongings, and sat next to a girl with light pink hair. She quietly said 'Hi' and continued to stare at the computer in front of her. "Today is a free day so do what you want and I'll continue on my exotic Romeo and Juliet novel" She giggled as everyone cheered.

I was curious as to what happened in my home, the 'Murder house' I googled "muder house 939 Berro Drive" and a bundle of endless links to websites lined up on the screen, one of them caught my attention and my heart felt like it dropped into my stomach for some oblivious reason that was completely obstructed from every little acknowledgement I had. "Delilah Shay Wethers, Psyche Idenity, Unknown Address 939 Berro Drive, LA 90068." I avoided that link unnaturally, something in me knew I didn't want to know what that link led to. I clicked on the website below it,

"939 Berro Drive, LA 90068: This is a house full of mysteries.

In 1922, a doctor and his wife provided illegal abortions in their basement to pay their bills, until their bitter marriage ended in murder. Another big case that happened in the Murder House is the Tate Langdon case. Click here to learn more."

Little did I know, I didn't want to know what this link led to either.