I got up like every morning. Early and prepared my bed as I was raised to do. My household is stricter after my mother died. This wound in my heart still feels fresh as if it was just yesterday when she died. She will always live in me as I carry a vivid image of her in me. Many people, back in my home town, always tell me how much I resemble my mother.
I still cannot comprehend as to why we had to move from our home town. Father says that it is because he got a good opportunity in his job here. I can't really question father about what he normally or else it will result in a good half murder crime scene.
He used to beat me growing up after mother's death. His reason for beating was because I was too rebellious and mother raised me to be a spoiled brat. I was not spoiled at all! All I longed for was attention of him. Ever since the passing away, he never looked me in the eye again. It was as if my father was simply a stranger roommate, as a matter of fact household mate.
I had to get up early every morning because I need to prepare breakfast for the both of us or else, he a slap would be rushing across my face if I didn't. I prepared batter for pancakes. Father really didn't care much as to what we ate. As long as food is present, he will devour it as if there was no tomorrow.
Pancakes were ready. I always prepare his breakfast first then it was my turn. Pancakes is a favourite breakfast of mines because I love how the syrup just give that sweet and appetizing flavour to it.
At the table we sat at both opposite ends, not having eye contacts. Silence was the norm at home however today something was different. He spoke.
"I will be taking you to school." Father spoke with a firm tone.
"Okay what time will we be leaving?" I asked direct questions.
"In the next 15 minutes." No questions asked.
I slugged down my favourite breakfast. Not a great way to enjoy a great pancake! With father, you can never question him much. Only if you must ask, you can ask. He is like a dictator at home and everything he dictates has to be done. I am his slave.
We got to the car. I sat at the back, silent. My expectations for today was to go on the school bus and be able to breathe at least some of the common air. The entire ride was silent.
Before I came down from the car, he dictated something to me.
"After school, I want you home." I just nodded and he drove away.
There was a lot of festivity going on in the campus. Seems like the first day of classes is a big deal here. It is surprising. I was given candy, welcoming hand shakes and every taken photos for the school newspaper.
I made my way to the office to pick up my schedule. I signed some papers at office and made my way to my first period class. Room 14. As per usual, I entered in class and sat down on a chair in which would feel comfortable for my liking. I didn't know anyone here. I felt like the black sheep of this class.
Time does go by slow when you don't have anyone to talk to. Eventually, the teacher came in to class. Her first phrase to welcome everyone was 'Welcome Demons'. I had to laugh because indeed school is hell.
She did a brief welcome to the entire class for the new school year before she introduced me. She did a short introduction of myself and I was called up to go in front. I was nervous. I introduced myself, I pretended to be excited about this new school year. I said my complete name was 'Cassie Murphy'. Suddenly, I heard someone moaning my name out loud. Chills escaped all over my body and my eyes followed the classes eyes. I saw whom the surprise called belong to.
I laughed because he looked stupid which is face of surprise. I guess his mind spoke out loud.
A week of classes went by and everything was the same. Catch the bus, go to classes and go home right after. I made a couple of friends then and there but I haven't yet made a close friend. Today I decided to go eat lunch at the football bleachers. I seem a good quiet place for reading. This book I am reading is really good! I love everything about it! It makes me feel as if I was living the life of them. The Mafia life.
Books always tend to be a good escape of reality and it has really helped me a lot. The slavery at home is something I really wish to escape on day but for now reading is the only thing that keeps me standing.
I continued reading my book and I was so into the book. The good part was happening and I was so deep into the book. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder which caused me to jump. I laughed because I didn't realize that I was into the book. I saw that it was the guy who moaned my name on the first day. I think his name is Atlas. I bet he is here to apologize. I chuckled inside.
He began to apologize about the incident. If I had placed a bet on someone about this instance, I would be rich! He was really cute. His apology was so funny because he was so embarrassed about it. He thinks I hate him about it. It is so funny. He looks like puppy trying to avoid you after it did a terrible stuff.
I began to secretly gain a crush on him. This is not normal! Cassie snap out of it! No boys! Father will kill you!
We began to talk about our personal lives. I told him about mother and how we share the same name. My mother name is Josephine Murphy. My complete name is Cassie Josephine Murphy. A part of her still lives in me. I didn't tell him much about her though because I don't want to tear up at school. How embarrassing!
I told him that the only thing I have to remember her actual self is a tape she left behind but I didn't tell him about the box. No one knows about the box. Father doesn't. Once mother died. He threw away almost everything. The box contains some of the things I could save of her, pictures, letters and so forth. This is a secret in which I will keep inside. No one should know this.
We ended up having a great conversation and he did end up making up for his embarrassment of the first day. He walked me to class. What a gentleman. He made my heart become warm and it made me feel comfortable. It is odd that I became comfortable with him. Is this a sign? Or is it just a crazy, silly illusion? Whatever it is, it must be gone!
Cassie is feeling something for Atlas.
Will her father find out? Is she even allowed to talk to guys? Let's find out!
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Forbidden Love
Любовные романыYou don't need to be perfect together, you need to be happy together. Struggles is just a misty of problem in which togetherness will bring. Distance is a test towards how strong your love will be for one another. Fate determines whether you belong...