Strange Desires

The truth remains covered

Chapter 8

Cassie's P.V

I woke up in John's bed. The curtains were still lowered. I watched the clock ringing 7 am. I looked around but there was no sign of him. It was Monday and I had to go to college, though I didn't want to. I headed home straight, thinking not to disturb John's mom as she would be sleeping. I knocked my front door and mom opened. Soon I found out that she was angry with me because I hadn't come home last night.

" Mom, John called you, didn't he?" Still baiting the lie John told mom.

" Yes, he told me that you were tried and slept. But Cassie you should now get serious and pay attention to your studies. Your final exams are near and I want you to graduate with high grades."

" Okay mom, I try my best, but please don't me mad at me now. I am going to my room to get ready for college or I'll be late."

I hurried up stairs and went to my room. Got ready and grabbed my bag. College starts at 8.30. I need to relax, I won't get late. I went down, had took breakfast and rode my bicycle to college.

On my way, my mind was still stuffed with what happened yesterday. Henry should really watch his mouth when he speaks. I was still angry at him for what he said. I won't wish him birthday. At least not until he say sorry.

The wind was growing colder and the winter months were on their way. With that, my finals also. I really wanted to graduate with good grades. I had no special aim in my life but I always wanted to better myself.

I wanted to get the best version of me and to use my abilities to the fullest. Though I was famous at college as a carefree, jolly full rich girl who never gets to see the real life people faced.

But deep down, I wasn't as cool as people thought. I became afraid of little things and worried about them. There was not a single person in this world who could really understand me. My mood swings sometimes even gave me whiplashes.

This ideal that the rest of the world has for me sometimes puts added pressure on how I feel I should view myself. My goal was to be perfect in everything that I do, and I get frustrated when I see that things don't go the way as I planned. I was very supportive of the people in their lives and often the first one to give even the people they dont know, the benefit of the doubt.

I was also short tempered. But unique in my own essence, and will never do anything halfway. Others say that my modesty and humility is what draws people to me, but I never forced myself to think in that direction. I was a confident girl who could handle situations well but who knows the life ahead brings?

I flew though my thoughts and reached college. I looked at my wrist watch and learned that it was already 8.50. Gosh, I am late again!

I hurried to my class room and met his eyes. Peter Byers. My Biology teacher. He was young about 27, handsome and had a little bulging eyes to an attractive limit. I was his favorite student that's why he never punished me for being late ,and another reason for the girls to get jealous with me.

"Sir, may I come in?" I asked with my headed pounding hard from running.

"Always late. Tell me what's your excuse this time?", he asked by way of joke. I chuckled replying him with the same excuse ever.

"Sir, you know my house is far from here. It takes time."

"So your house got a little more further. I bet it wears good sport shoes". The whole class laughed, me too. But I got nothing else to say and motioned me to get on my seat. And the class begun.

The lectures passed as usual and it was lunch time now. I was with my friends in the cafeteria, looking for John. I studied in he same college, just he was in other class. I had to ask him where he was whole night after I slept, cause he was nowhere in home when I had waken up. I ran my eyes in every direction but still, there was no sign of him. He even didn't reply to my messages. But again the resplendence of surrounding took over and he slipped from my mind.

After coming from college, I was really tired so I slept. I woke up when it was the dinner time. I went downstairs but to my surprise, there was no one at home. I called my sister Lizzy and she told me that they all were at the hospital. Aunt Amelia's was transfered to comma. She was in critical health and was diagnosed with cancer. She told me to come as soon as I could.
I was frozen. I couldnot understand what was going on. She was healthy just then and now what had happened. I quickly sat in my car and drove to the hospital.

John's, Henry's and mine family was there. They all were very worried. I asked mom again what had happened. She told me that John told them he got a call from Henry last night. Amelia had fallen unconscious and they ran to the hospital. She was admitted in emergency and after running test doctors found that she was suffering from last stage of cancer.
I couldn't believe her words. It was all happening for real. I felt bad for poor Henry and Kenvin. I saw John, leaning from the wall. He had tears in his eyes. I had never seen him that concerned ever. May be he was thinking about his mom cause Mrs. Wades was also not in good health. I went to him and told him that everything would be fine. But I don't think he listened to me, he was so lost in his thoughts.

I reluctently went to Henry. I told him that I was very sorry for the night, and that Aunt Amelia would be fine. I could feel anger buiding inside of him due to my presence as if it was all my mistake. But I tend to keep myself gracefull.

I was sitting with Kevin, when the doctor came. He told my father that they were unable to save her. Only if they had brought her earlier than there would be any hope.  Saying that he went away.

What followed that was the worse sight. My mom was crying bitterly with my father consoling her. Henry and Kevin were also surrounded by pool of tears of themselves. John was fallen to the ground, losing his senses all to the wet tears. I was depressed too. But this time also went by.

The day passed and her funeral was held. John and my father covered all the expenses. After her burial, my father was somehow in a reasonable state of mind to think. He told Henry and Kevin that they would live with us. John was still trying to get out of the cold truce.

But I couldn't understand. Why was John so sad. I mean, aunt Amelia was my aunt. She was my father's cousin. John had no family connections with her. But maybe I was thinking selfish. She did always treat him like his own son. He did have much affection for her.

As for Henry, I could feel his anger change into hatred. He was not talking to anyone. He had just gone to one of the rooms upstairs and locked himself up. I dared not spoke with him.

I went up to John. I wanted him to talk to me. He sitting outside on the steps. I was worried as he had been so silent all this time. Probably he was thinking about his mother. I gained couage and sat beside him. Breaking the silence, I said;
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