Suggested Song: Remember This by NF
Cassidys POV
As I sat in my car, I thought about everything.
I thought about the decisions I had made.
My life had become such a mess. I struggled to bring myself to even cry. I had become empty, and lifeless.
I was nonchalant to how I was being torn down.
And I was sick of clawing my way back up.
I picked up my phone and dial my Moms number.
Mom "Hey baby. How are you?"
Cassidy "Mom. I messed up so bad. I'm pushing people away, and I'm not meaning to but... they just... they just keep giving me reasons to hate"
Mom "Oh baby... that's just life. Life will tear you down and wear you out, but... you just gotta keep fighting. People change Cass. Even the devil used to be an angel"
Cassidy "I know I just... I can't anymore. I forgot what it was like to feel love"
Mom "Honey, sometimes people make mistakes, and in those mistakes, they hurt people, even if they don't mean to. And when that happens they hurt themselves for it. And when that happens, you just gotta stay beside them, prove you aren't leaving. And we don't want you to go either. Me and Dave love you. Even though he isn't your real Dad, he still is proud to call you his daughter"
Cassidy "Yeah I know. Just... I don't know what to do"
Mom "Just give it time. Good things come with time. Let it sort itself out. And if it doesn't, do it yourself"
Cassidy "Ok, thanks Mom"
Mom "Your welcome, now I gotta go before you brother burns the house down, he's making dinner"
Cassidy "Ok... I love you
Mom "I love you too"
I hang up and put my phone in my pocket. Mom was right. I needed to take some time away.
Cassidys Dream
"Cassidy..." My Mom says quietly.
"Cassidy... please... talk to me"
"Ok" I say bluntly as I continue to stare passed her
She gently lifts my head in we hands. She continues to stare at me, her eyes begging for a logical response.
I finally peered down at her. She looked so fragile, like a doll. Her eyes were like glass panes. I could see right through them. She was hurting.
My eyes were instantly fixated on small bruises lining her face that had been heavily concierges in makeup.
"It was an accident" She says in shame as she realised what I was staring at.
But these bruises had no word of accident in them. They were simply on purpose.
These bruises were the sort no one asked about. Because if they did, there would always be a bullshit lie covering the sinister truth.
These bruises signified strength, power, and how much of an asshole he was
These bruises told me... my Father has lashed out again.
And my Mom was the target.
A/N
Hey guys. Sorry for the chapters changing and being deleted then re-uploaded. My Wattpad is having heaps of issues at the moment. So I apologise for that.
On a good note though... we finally hit 1k reads!!! Thank you guys so much! I really appreciate it. Never did I think I would get to one hundred reads, let alone 1k on two different books of mine.
Hope you are enjoying the book at the moment. Luv Ya❤️
