Her Savior (completed)

Chapter 11

Love is useless
It's the worst thing you'll ever know
It takes over your life
You get so attached
There is no such thing as love
It is all a useless gesture
Because love will lead to stress and anger
And will take you over and make you blind to the real world
It's stupid and useless

I hate that..

"So, let me guess; It's Tate, isn't it?"

I wasn't shocked, I knew she was somehow related to him by the picture I saw in the kitchen.

"How'd you know?" I looked at her, my eyes still bloodshot and my heart still aching.

"You live in that house over there, right?" She pointed towards my old ancient looking house out the window.

"Yes."

"That's how. M'boy is a chaser. A girl--Violet Harmon. Used to see her with Tate all the time. She had somethin' with him, somethin' deep. Tate was good to that girl but she acted as if she didn't appreciate it."

"I know her, she protects me from him mostly. She's sweet but--excuse my French--can be a bitch."

She chuckled, "Agreed Honey, agreed."

I smiled, "My name is Cassadee. Cassadee May Carpenter."
She smiled back and grabbed my hand to shake it, "Constance Langdon."

We sat for a moment till I spoke up, "Are you Tate's grandmother?" She looked at me wide eyed and concerned
"Do I really look that old?" She lightly felt her cheeks. "I'm Tate's mother." She laughed a bit at my assumption. For a moment I was surprised and embarrassed but it passed on. "Would you like to stay tonight? It looks a little dreary outside. Plus, the creepos come out at this time of night looking for a darling like you." She giggled as she stood up, making a grunting noise.

"Sure, I don't think I could go back in that house right now, with the position I'm in." I said gloomingly, glancing over at the old dusty clock that sat on the wall. '10:04am' It was late anyway, I might as well. I know Tate will try to apologize if I go back and I don't think I can even look at his face right now. "Okay, and, if you don't mind me asking, what happened between you two?" She hurried into the kitchen and came back out with a small teacup.

"Well, I invited the girl who moved in across the street over and long story short, I walked into my room finding them sucking faces." My voice saddened with every word.

"Awe, I can tell you really like him Honey. I'm sure it was a misunderstanding, Tate wouldn't do that to a girl he really liked." She looked at me concerned.

My throat hurt, it was like that feeling when you can't talk and you're about to cry, I managed to squeeze some words out, "I do really like him, and a part of me wishes I didn't even see it, that I didn't even know it happened--so I could be in his arms carefree right now."

I felt a tear fall from my eye and onto my hand. "Well maybe things will be better tomorrow, why don't we get some rest?" She walked out of the room and after a moment, came back with some pillows and a blanket. She settled them down in front of me.

"Goodnight Sweetheart, Try not to think about what happened. Don't keep yourself up, don't waste your thoughts." She smiled and turned off the light. My thoughts jumbled up in my head, thinking of best and worst scenarios. If you've even been heartbroken, you know the feeling of just wanting to break down and sob into your pillow for the rest of the night and for the rest of eternity. The silence of the old house kind of freaked me out but I was too exhausted from crying to be scared. I closed my burning eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep listening to the faint crickets chirp outside.

Tate's POV

I ran outside, searching for wherever Cassadee went but I didn't see her anywhere. It was almost dark so it was practically impossible anyway. I heard someone yell faintly to my left, I saw something I thought I'd never see;

Constance helping Cassadee to her house.