"Cassandra Georgia O'Neil, get down here," my mother would scream in her heavy Boston accent. "I'm countin' to three. One, two, thr.."
"I'm here mom, I'm here, Jesus. What do you want this time!" I said laughing.
"For you to pull my finga' Cassie. I dare ya', see what what will happen."
My mother wasn't your ordinary joker so I knew something was going to happen as if I had twelve billion dollars and she was trying to impress me so hard, when really she just wanted clean dishes.
"Oh really now?"
"Really" she repeated after me. I walked up to her slender finger and wrapped my whole hand around it. Her hand felt frozen; something wasn't right. The more I pulled it, the more it felt uncomfortable to stand inside her shadow. The last second I pulled it I felt her body shift towards the door. When she heard the door creek open I noticed her eyes. How they were open so wide she was like a newly born kitten who felt a drip of water on the top of their head. As she turned around I thought everything would be alright because it was my dad; not quite. My father was a police officer and he was head of his pack, the chief policeman. I didn't expect him to pull out the gun. He would ever dare lay a finger on me or my mom, but I guess that record is gone. My father shot her. Right above her ear into her brain. As she fell to the ground he noticed me. "Oh Cassie." he said. I sat there in shock not moving because I expected him to shoot me to. "I thought you were asleep at Brandy's."
"I came home. She had the flu from her cancer. I thought you were a nice man. A nice father. A nice husband. What happened there dad, if I can even call you that anymore." He sat there looking at me. Stunned. He dropped the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm leaving Rob." I said as I ran down the hall way.
"You can call me dad."
"Can I?" I ran into my room and grabbed my suit case. It has pink and lime green flowers on it with a real background. My mom get it for me when I was 6 and we were going to Disney World. All I could think is that back then we were a family, compatible with each other. As I grabbed all my cloths and shoes and anything I needed to live, I called Brandy. Shes my best friend and her brother is my crush, his name is Haven. After 2 rings she picked up sounding like she was puking. "Hell..o"
"Hey. It's me again. I hope you're feeling better. But I need you now more than I've ever needed you before. I'm packing my stuff and heading over now; I'll explain later."
"What.. okay but are you sure you want to walk, it's a few miles."
"I'll be fine considering what I've been through in the past hour."
"What happe.."
"Later," I immediately answered, "No time I'm on my way and make sure to tell your mom. Love you bye."
"Love you too and okay see you soon." We always tell each other we love them because you'll never know, she has cancer and I could lose her any day now.
As I tiptoed down my stairs I tried my hardest not to let Rob hear, or my 'dad'. My house is pretty old so every time I walked down a step it made a loud cranking noise. Luckily, there was only 9 steps to go down. I didn't know where he was or what he was doing or if he was even home, but he was and I knew right when I passes him in the kitchen on my way down. "Where are you going, Cass?"
"Don't call me Cass. Don't call me Cassie, don't even speak to me. You've practically ruined my life."
"You don't know the whole story. She messes with my life and my emotions so I had to do what I had to do."
"You didn't have to kill her. She just should of divorced you. I'm done with you and your crap."
"If you want a ride to Brandy's go look for your driver somewhere else."
"I wasn't planing on it, Rob." My life was a mess. My life is a mess
