The Devil's Angel

Chapter one

Cass Black POV
7:50am Monday

Enjoying my sleep when as annoying as it sounds, even though it has save me a lot, my alarm rang for the fourth time. Working four shifts has a way of making sleeplessness one's friend and right now I can only boast of sleeping for just two hours unless I want to be late for work. So here I am struggling to wake up.

"Cassie wake up, you will be late for work and you don't want Mr Morris to be mad," my sister Ashley came running to my room. Yeah, that's my sis and she is my favourite, not that I am going to tell her or her ego is gonna be bigger than the statue of liberty.

"I'm awake Ash, what's up? where is mom?"

"Cass you know how mom is, she passed out on the couch as usual."

Yes that's my mum, Samantha Black or Sam as we call her, she is the reason why I do all these shifts, don't mind the name Black. The truth is that we don't share the same father, at least that is what we were told, not that it matters 'cause the motherfuckers always use her, get her pregnant and run off.
First was my dad, whom she said was love at first sight. Mr Ramos Black was from the country side. He had the whole cowboy vibe and cloth to match it. According to the story he told, he made mom believed he had a fortune in the form of a ranch without making her know his true intention, he needed her inheritance that was left by her mum, my dad was a sweet talker, an addict, and he introduced my mum to the game, mid night parties, gunfights and bloodshed. Without proper marriage I was born into this cycle of daily fight. One good thing was that it toughened me up. Dad ended up teaching me defence and training, that at five I could literally take on all the bullies in my school one after the other, no one thought of ever getting on my bad side.
At seven, I was tag weirdo at school not that I mind but, the shit got worst when mom's inheritance finished, my dad packed up and left, that was the last we heard of Mr Black. Gosh! I thought mom will learn but hell no, few months she started hanging out with this new guy, Thomas was his name, no surname, no middle name, just Thomas. Yeah, I was cool with it as long as she was happy and that's who I believe is Ashley's father, Caucasian with a built carved from stone he was gorgeous but once again trouble in paradise, he didn't have a job and we had to borrow to sustain ourselves. The drinking started and once he's drunk he takes out his anger at anyone and everyone, I could fight but I couldn't take on someone like him and I promised mom I won't use what my dad taught me cuz it reminded her of him, so I had to watch mom take all the beating resulting to weeks at the hospital. She resulted to drugs and drinking once more as ways of reducing the pain, increasing our already established loan and debt.

Months after, Thomas got convicted for murder, at the time mom was pregnant for Ashley, Ash was born with her father in prison and all I could do was watch. As shitty as it was, we were able to get back to surviving and mom reduce the drugs and alcohol a bit. On Ashley four birthday mom drop a bomb on us all saying she was few weeks pregnant for a stranger and the man refused to take responsibility of his action. That's right, Chloe never knew the name of her father. I worked throughout high school 'cause bills had to be paid and food had to be eaten. So, that's us and our little story and I have loved my sisters from the day they were born. This is me being the mother of the house 'cause mom couldn't stay at one job without causing issues or stealing from them. So here I am back in my room trying to prepare for work.

I got up and rush to the bathroom, brush my teeth and had a quick shower and ran to the kitchen to cook but Ash beat me to it.

"Come on, Cass I cooked. Just eat and go, I and Chloe will go to school together." That's Ash for you, always the life saver, that's why she is my favourite.