No name(any suggestions?), chapter 3
Cassie's POV
Dad walked into the kitchen. When he saw me, he stopped, shocked. "Cassie?"
"Yeah it's me! Surprised you recognised me after two years! After you packed up your life! Do you know what shit Libby and I have been through? Mom was depressed! She quit her job, she was relying on booze, she was taking drugs! I don't where she got the money to keep her in steady supply, I don't want to know! She was abusive, Dad! Libby has dozens of bruises! I have scars that aren't just going to fade away! And money, we were grand because you helped! Gave money each week, oh wait, you didn't! We were broke, Dad! I was skipping school because of my shifts at the pub! I was supplying for the whole house, and you better not think this is a quick visit! We aren't going back to that hell hole! Libby is staying here! Kick me out, fine, I'll live! But Libby is staying!" I shouted all that out, and I felt kind of drained after that outburst.
"I'm sorry about everything. I figured...you guys would be better off without me," he looked ashamed. "Look, you guys can stay with me. We'll work this out"
"Fine," I said and I called Libby, who came down immediately.
"Tell Billie and Adie I'm sorry!" Dad said to Tré, and we turned for the front door, taking our stuff, which had been left in the hall.
Joey followed us out. As I was going out the door, he tapped me on the shoulder. "If anything bad happens, tell me. I'll help."
"Thanks," I smiled and gave him a hug, then turned and walked out the door.
***
Dad's house was big too. Libby and I both got our own rooms. I hadn't forgiven Dad for abandoning us yet, and I wasn't going to for a while! I couldn't stop thinking about Joey. He was so sweet to me and I had to keep reminding myself 'he's rich, he won't want anything to do with me.' But I stilled hoped, and wished that he would like me.
I kept seeing him, and we'd always be talking to each other. And now I really wanted to...well, kiss him.
He was always asking how things between Dad and I were. Frosty would be the word.
Libby had become friends with Jacob, so she was perfectly happy.
I have a habit of daydreaming and now whenever I did, it was about Joey. I had tried to stop but it was like a drug.
Dad walked into the kitchen. When he saw me, he stopped, shocked. "Cassie?"
"Yeah it's me! Surprised you recognised me after two years! After you packed up your life! Do you know what shit Libby and I have been through? Mom was depressed! She quit her job, she was relying on booze, she was taking drugs! I don't where she got the money to keep her in steady supply, I don't want to know! She was abusive, Dad! Libby has dozens of bruises! I have scars that aren't just going to fade away! And money, we were grand because you helped! Gave money each week, oh wait, you didn't! We were broke, Dad! I was skipping school because of my shifts at the pub! I was supplying for the whole house, and you better not think this is a quick visit! We aren't going back to that hell hole! Libby is staying here! Kick me out, fine, I'll live! But Libby is staying!" I shouted all that out, and I felt kind of drained after that outburst.
"I'm sorry about everything. I figured...you guys would be better off without me," he looked ashamed. "Look, you guys can stay with me. We'll work this out"
"Fine," I said and I called Libby, who came down immediately.
"Tell Billie and Adie I'm sorry!" Dad said to Tré, and we turned for the front door, taking our stuff, which had been left in the hall.
Joey followed us out. As I was going out the door, he tapped me on the shoulder. "If anything bad happens, tell me. I'll help."
"Thanks," I smiled and gave him a hug, then turned and walked out the door.
***
Dad's house was big too. Libby and I both got our own rooms. I hadn't forgiven Dad for abandoning us yet, and I wasn't going to for a while! I couldn't stop thinking about Joey. He was so sweet to me and I had to keep reminding myself 'he's rich, he won't want anything to do with me.' But I stilled hoped, and wished that he would like me.
I kept seeing him, and we'd always be talking to each other. And now I really wanted to...well, kiss him.
He was always asking how things between Dad and I were. Frosty would be the word.
Libby had become friends with Jacob, so she was perfectly happy.
I have a habit of daydreaming and now whenever I did, it was about Joey. I had tried to stop but it was like a drug.
