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Cass's POV
I wake up next morning with a smile etched on my pale face. After many many months, I dreamt a good dream. I dreamt of love.
I brush my teeth and change into my good old red tee and jeans. It dawns upon me that I have the task of cleaning the house. Well this should be easy after years of practice. I pull the curtains away and open the windows and step out to the beach. The calmness of the sea is like a blessing to the soul. A seagull whishes past me and settles itself on the folding chair in the patio. The palm trees nestle and I suddenly feel the urge to explore the main city. Probably find a job there, enough to pay rent at least. I make my way towards my door and open it.
"Bloody hell!!!" I scream as a figure lands on my feet with a thud.
"Shit." I widen my eyes.
"A-adonis?" What was he doing here?
He stands up clearly embarrassed and mumbles what sounds like an apology.
He apologized?!
Good God!
"Umm, incidentally, why were you resting your head against the door?" I feel bold compared to his embarrassed state.
"Good question. I must have been drunk." He states, all his embarrassment gone with a poof as he regains his rude demeanor.
As for being drunk, that was a big fat lie. I hope so. I decide to voice out my opinion.
"I thought you came to check on me at night. To see if I was asleep or not." Did that just come out of my mouth!?! Oh no.
He gave me a cold stare.
"Don't flatter yourself Grey. You and I both know that is not the reason. As for checking up on you, I have no reason to." He states simply but firmly as if trying to convince himself more than he is trying to convince me.
He continues, "I hope I don't need to remind you to clean the house. A close friend of mine is expected to arrive soon."
A lot of arguments tries to find their way out of my mouth but I manage to control them before I say something stupid. Again. Therefore, I mumble an "okay."
He nods his head and walks towards the kitchen to make a cup of coffee for himself. As for me, I try to erase the recent episode from my mind and get to clean. An hour later of rigorous swiping the floor and washing the windows I discard my cleaning clothes and head towards my bath for a warm and fresh shower. I let the hot water slide down my face for a good fifteen minutes until my pale face becomes red and cheeks rosy. The weather is quite warm hence I decide to wear a full sleeved shirt and the same jeans I wore before. I don't apply make up well...because I don't have any. I don't need them to cover my freckles or make me feel pretty. I am satisfied with how I look. I grab my guitar, songbook and purse and head out.
"Where are you going?" A familiar rough voice questions me.
"Out." I say simply. I don't owe him any explanations as to my whereabouts.
He grunts in frustration. "You live here. I need to know when you will return, if its going to be late, because I'm not going to wait for you. I will lock the main door and that's a problem for you as you don't have the main keys." He explains.
It feels like having a curfew.
"I'll be late. Lock the door if you want." I want him to know that he cannot control my outings.
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Teen Fiction"It is fate that has brought you to me and I do not regret Fate's decision at all." He whispers in my ears, his eyes piercing mine. Cassandra Jackson, 18, loves to travel and play music, but dosen't have enough money to do so. Fate is with her it se...
