Cassandra Carrera is an 18 year old girl who drowns her problems and trauma with alcohol, drugs and sex.
She grew up with her alcoholic mother who did nothing but make the girl miserable. A month after her 18th birthday, her mother goes missing, so...
"Get decent, sweetie. We need to talk" I hear a familiar voice say before footsteps exit the room.
I pry open my eyes as John B hops out of bed.
"Who was that?" I huff, dragging myself out the bed.
"It's Peterkin" John B replies, heading into the bathroom.
I open the drawer, finding a light grey bikini and a pair of blue jean shorts I assume are Kiara's before grabbing a pale blue button up shirt. I change into the bikini and pull on the shorts before slipping on the shirt and tying it at the front, making a makeshift crop top.
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I make my way into the living room at the same time as John B.
"Sorry to break in like this, but DCS called. They wanted me to check on you. See how you're doin'" Peterkin tells the boy.
DCS? Jesus Christ
"So, how are you, besides the-" She points to her eye, talking about John B's black eye he got from Topper.
"Oh, no, I'm- I'm great. Yeah, fantastic. Uh. Thanks for comin' by" He tells her as I walk into the kitchen, pulling a beer from the fridge.
"I'm so glad to hear you say that, John B, but I heard a few things that worried me. Let me see if I can remember" The woman says, pretending to think for a second "Oh, yeah. One of the things I heard was that your Uncle Teddy, your guardian, hasn't been in the state for three months"
"Yeah, that's false" John B replies and I roll my eyes, sitting down at the table.
"You don't have to say anything. I know it's true. I called the school. They said you used to be a good student, but now you're failin' all your classes" Peterkin states, picking up the end of a joint and sniffing it.
"No. No, I'm only failing one, and it's history. The dude's a dick. He's out for me-" John B gets cut off.
"And I heard there was a fight on the beach yesterday, and a gun was involved" She declares.
"Okay. Gun? No. Did I get in a dustup? Yes, but was there a gun? No. No way" John B lies through his teeth as he throws some empty beer bottles in the bin.
"That's okay. I know who it was. I'll get to him" The woman shrugs and I start to worry about JJ.
"All I'm worried about right now is makin' sure you're in a safe home" She adds.
