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Not the time you expect a home invasion, but I guess that‟s why they did it, they had the element of surprise. I smelt pancakes like I always do on a Sunday morning. Mom used to make me pancakes every Sunday so that I would get up in time for church. I hated church. But these days it‟s the only place I can go to think, and the only place that I can feel safe anymore. Home wasn‟t home after what happened that morning, I was only 13, it‟s been 3 years and I can still smell the pancakes every Sunday morning like nothing ever changed and she is still here with me, but she‟s not… because they killed her … „Alyssa Montgomery, I swear if you are not dressed and ready to leave in 5 minutes I am leaving without you‟, I heard her shout from the bottom of the stairs. I now hate Saturdays as well, Cassie my best friend whom I now live with, has me doing charity work on a Saturday morning, up at 6am and leaving for 7am. It wouldn‟t be the worst thing in the world if she left without me but I wouldn‟t stop hearing about how important it was for her and that I let her down for years after that. Cassie‟s parents took me in after what happened to my mom, my dad disappeared when I was 2 so I had nowhere else to go, I owe them everything. „Alright, alright I‟m coming‟, I stumble out of my room into a pebble hallway, and did I mention they have money? I was shocked the first time I entered this manor; it looks like a place for royalty, not an orphan. Don‟t get me wrong it awesome living here but it just doesn‟t seem fair somehow, I get a free pass through foster parents and the past 3 years haven‟t been crappy like they should have been, they have been entirely normal, of course I have my down days when I miss my mom but other than that, no snide remarks of strangers on the way to school, no commentary from teachers saying that they understand what I am going through, living without a mother, and I never had a shrink. I mean I was 13 and it was pretty simple for me what happened, some people are just pure evil. I made my way to the bottom of the hall and came to the top of the tall stairway in the foyer, I ran down the stairs in time to catch Cassie retrieving my bag from the coat closet on the right of the door. She held the door open for me and handed me my bag. Pulling the keys out of her coat pocket she opened the doors to her old and rusted green vw beetle sat on the driveway. We live about 20 minutes outside of the city in village called Mantleview and our manor is one of four in the village. As we slid carelessly into the car we drove through the gates at the end of the driveway and took a left through the village to Marins Church that rests on the outskirts of Mantleview. Saturday mornings consist of church at 7:30 am till 12am and the rest of the day I spend studying although cassie tries he hardest to get me out, I appreciate her effort but I know what her friends think of me, all I am to them is the freak orphan who lives of her best friends parents, to them I am nothing but a charity case. We pulled up to the rusty old church, and although its old it still takes my breath away, the large stain glass windows, the pale marble walls, the pews to the side of the entrance, it‟s the most beautiful building in the whole of Mantleview. We parked the car in the visitor‟s car park and walked up the path at the side of the church revealing all the ivy growing up the walls making the church look more alive than ever. I may not be religious but if I ever need to think this is where I come. My charity consists of playing guitar, the pastor sees it as a warm way to welcome the people that take
time out of their own lives to help out the homeless. And to be quite honest I enjoy playing it‟s the only thing I enjoy doing that doesn‟t include burying my head in the books all day. I play and write music as much as I can, it helps stop my mind from wondering. I have too much of a wild imagination. I walk to the end of the passage way through the stalls that are set up to take a seat on my usual corner chair and picked up the guitar to start tuning it. Cassie approached me with a steaming cup of what I only hope was hot chocolate, I maybe 16 but coffee and tea are still disgusting. „Here,‟ she hands me the cup, „don‟t worry its hot chocolate I know you to well to try to get you a coffee‟. She laughed and gave me a wink as I took a sip from the mug. „Thank you, I‟ve been looking forward to that‟, I joke and she rolls her eyes at me, turns on her heel a stalks away to the clothing booth, that‟s the booth she‟s in charge of. I sit the mug down next to my chair and I continue with tuning the guitar, I wish I had bought my own, I feel a lot better playing my own. Once its tuned I start off by playing a couple of soft tunes I had wrote a few days before. And as usual I get that same thumbs up and wink from the pastor and Cassie indicating they like the new stuff. Its soon 12 and my fingers are sore from playing so much, the church is almost empty of all customers and Cassie beckons for me to grab my stuff so we can hit the road. I got half way down the passage when someone turned, slammed into me and spilt a boiling cup of coffee down my blouse. It took me a matter of mili seconds to register the searing pain down my chest and let out a high pitched squeal as I stumbled backward slipped and fell right on my backside. Before I know it that someone who was a very cute guy of a someone was helping me to my feet and apologising profusely making every attempt to make it up to me, he offered me his jacket, a ride home, money for a new shirt everything. I couldn‟t help but laugh and this suddenly and thankfully shut him up. He looked at me puzzled, „what‟s so funny? I just poured a hot cup of coffee down your top and your laughing?‟, he looked like he was about to have an aneurism so I quickly stopped. „Oh, sorry, erm …. It‟s just you looked panicked and its not that big of a deal. I guess I just laugh in awkward situations‟, I smile at him hoping that I get one back of him, and oh lord I got a smile off him alright, a bright drop dead gorgeous smile that made my heart stop. „Well I suppose that explains it then, are you sure I can‟t give you a ride home?‟ he asked looking guilty. „No honestly my friend will drive me home, I‟m fine don‟t worry about the shirt, I didn‟t like it much anyway‟, I smiled sweetly and turned to walk away. And before I know it lunges in front of me. „Well at least let me make it up to you, erm how about dinner or just coffee?‟ , oh my god, did he just ask me out. I couldn‟t even answer I just gave freakish nod of the head. Wait what am I doing, you don’t even know this guy, and he could be some super stalker or something. „Erm, actually I don‟t know if that‟s such a good idea‟, I feel bad and crazy for turning this gorgeous guy down. And oh boy he looks disappointed. Not good. „Oh, right sorry, totally un called for asking you out, you don‟t even know me‟, he gave me a sweet smile and turned to walk away. „I hope to see you around‟, he quickly throws at me the leaves quickly through the church entrance. I turn around to pick up my bag that I dropped to see Cassie staring at me, mouth open and just staring at me. My guess is she overheard that conversation and I am not going to hear the end of this till I die. „What was that, why did you turn him away‟, and its starts now, she looked at me like I was an amateur. And all I did was direct my eyes away from her and without answering her question I made my way to the entrance of the church. Before I could make it out of the church doors, Cassie grabbed my arm and twisted me round. „Seriously Ally,
why do you shut out every guy that asks you out or anybody that ever asks you to hang out with them‟, she was giving me another lecture, she just doesn‟t get it does she. „You don‟t get it do you, I am an orphan. A kind good looking guy like him deserves more than I can give him, I am tragic, that‟s all I am is a freak, I know that‟s the only reason why people ask me to hang out with them, because they feel sorry for me‟. I felt angry; I wanted to scream and yell at her and tell how much she didn‟t understand. Don‟t get me wrong I love her but she doesn‟t understand everything, well to be quite honest she doesn‟t know everything. I had enough, I just left. I walked straight passed her car even though I could hear her calling after me I just kept walking, and then I broke into run. I found myself at grey‟s park. Swings help me think. I can remember when I was 9 and my mom used to push me on the swings, she used to push me so high that I could feel the wind in my hair and hear it whistling in my ears. It‟s one of the best places to remember her. I look like her, sea blue eyes and dark brown, long wavy hair. I sat swinging for what felt like hours and suddenly I got snapped out of my fantasy, my mom was here with me laughing and talking about life, she stood behind me stroking my hair and pleating it like she always did. It felt to real to be a dream. And I wish I hadn‟t let myself think because now I will be thinking about that dream for days. The interruption was a text, I check my phone to see 3 missed calls and a text all from Cassie, she was worried about me, the text says I have been gone all day, and then I realise it‟s getting dark, I check my phone again to see its already 7:30 I have been gone for 7 hours. So I text Cassie apologising and tell her I will be home in ten. And I ran home. I made it home in just less than ten minutes to find Cassie and her parents Mr and Mrs Evans, sat on the sofa in the living room with the fire lit, they look worried. „Hey‟, I greeted sheepishly knowing I was about to get a huge bollocking for scaring them. „Jesus Ally where have you been‟, Cassie ran at me and embraced me with a hug, although I winced thinking she was going to slap me instead. „Cassie‟, Mr Evans‟s voice went straight through me like and invisible waver sending shivers down my spine, he had such a haunting voice, „I think you should go to your room‟. And without protest she gave me a quick worried look and made her way into the foyer. I stood there for what felt like hours, waiting for them to say something to me. I knew I was in trouble, „look I‟m sorry I had a bad morning and I just couldn‟t take‟… Mrs Evans cut me off right there just as I was about to explain myself. „Don‟t apologise dear we understand things are hard for you not having her around‟, She stared at me with a daunting look that suggested it was them that had to explain themselves, but I didn‟t know what about. „Now that your 16 there are certain things we need to tell you about what happened to your mother‟, She continued cautiously as though she thought she would break me with the misuse of one tiny word. „The thing is, the police never put this in the papers because they didn‟t want to harm you more that you had already been hurt,‟ she stretched on almost like she was trying to avoid getting to the point, what are they trying to tell me. And that‟s when Mr Evans burst in and with no caution simply just told me straight, „They never buried your mother‟s body, truth be told there was enough blood at the scene to rule it out as a homicide and there was no way someone could survive after that amount of blood loss, but the body was never found after you had escaped from the house, they believe the killers took the body with them, what they don‟t know is who and why. And the reason they didn‟t tell you was because you were so certain your mother was still in there and you hadn‟t long turned 13, you were to young for them to even consider telling you the truth, until now‟. He finished his rant and looked
me directly in the eye searching for any kind of recognition to what he had just said and all I could do was stand there speechless and stare at him right back. What kind of a joke is this, I buried my mother when I was 13, that is enough for me to have to put up with and I don‟t need them telling me that my mother was never buried and that it was all just a big show put on to stop me from suspecting anything. That‟s just impossible. Hell of a bomb to drop on a girl. „So what your saying is that the grave that I go to visit on the church grounds every Sunday, isn‟t actually a grave, it‟s just a whole in the ground‟, I sounded so cold, I didn‟t sound like me. I was ready to scream and yell and tell them how dare they keep this from me and let me believe my mom was finally at piece. I opened my mouth to say something and stopped, I realised that whatever I say wouldn‟t make a difference. So I turned fast on my heal and left the living room and as I heard them calling after me I was already half way up the stairs in the foyer. I ran the rest of the way to my bedroom, speeding past Cassie on the way out of hers to try and comfort me but I just ignored her and kept running to the end of the hall, until I came to my room. I whipped the door open and slammed it behind me, locking it before I turned to my bed. On my bed was my laptop, I grabbed it and looked for cheap hotels near Mantleview for the night, I couldn‟t stay here or I would blow. I grabbed my back pack and shoved in a few changes of clothes, I also put my piggy bank in there for any extra cash that I needed and shoved my laptop on there as well. I changed my coffee stained blouse to a slouchy sweater that smelt of my mom‟s perfume and before I knew it I was in the foyer leaving the Manor grabbing my push bike from the hedge and peddling as fast as I could away from that house. I managed to find a little bed and breakfast that charged £20 a night so I could afford to stay here for a couple nights at least. It was very cute, all flowers and kittens, the name of the place made me smirk, The Cheshire cat, how original. My room was blue, like the one at the manor, it had and oak bed, a double although it was small it looked comfy. The lady who owned the place gave me some fresh towels for a shower. Luckily there was some shampoos and soaps in the bathroom already. A bath sounded nice. Restless, I couldn‟t sleep. I tossed and turned for hours wondering if Cassie and her parents got the note I left them, well if they didn‟t then surely I would have got a call off of them by now. Maybe I was to harsh on them, they were trying to protect me in all fairness, but it wasn‟t their call to make, for all I know some freak has my mom‟s body and she‟s already decomposing, who the hell steals a dead body. My poor mother was killed and hasn‟t even been put to rest. A sweet melody interrupted my thoughts. It was a guitar. I check the clock on the bed side table and it reads 2:39am, who would be playing at this hour. I decide to go and investigate, since I won‟t be getting any sleep, I throw on my jeans and my sweater from earlier and pleat my hair to the side. And barefoot I open the door and creep out onto the landing. I hear the melody more clearly but I don‟t think it‟s coming from any of the rooms so I decide to go downstairs. At the bottom of the stairs, the main entrance to the bed and breakfast is quiet and empty but I hear the melody coming from the other side of the door in the visitors sitting room. I open the door a crack, not enough for the person playing to see me, it‟s a woman. I can tell by the nimble fingers playing the chords. The door squeaks and she still doesn‟t turn so I enter the room. At one point I think I recognise her but that‟s impossible I don‟t know anybody besides Cassie, her parents and the people at the church and this woman isn‟t from church. A thought crosses my mind but I don‟t dare say it out loud. That is until she started to sing and
then I knew exactly who it was. The same lullaby she sang me to sleep the night before she was attacked, she was sitting before me, very much alive. This woman was my mom and before I could call her name she turned her head and smiled and me. She held a long narrow finger to lips and let out a long „Shhhhhhhhhhhh‟, and that‟s when I woke up. I was crying when I woke, it was cold in the room, I sat up and immediately noticed that the bathroom door was open a jar and the light was on. I hadn‟t used the bathroom all night besides from my bath. On instinct I pulled back my covers and dived at the bathroom door swinging it open. Nobody was here, I reached for the light switch as I heard a grunt behind me and I swung around to find someone running out of the door to the room. Stupidly I ran after them shouting, telling them to stop. They reached the entrance door in the lobby and flew out of the door, by the time I reached the door whoever the person was, they were already in a car and speeding down the driveway, and far away from me. „Excuse me?‟, a voice came from behind me and startled me. I swung round ready to defend myself to find the owner of the B&B staring at me confused and slightly frightened. „Dear me are you ok?‟, the lady looked concerned and was staring right at me. I nodded unable to speak. I smiled unconvincingly at her, and she stepped forward and reached around me placing a blanket over my shoulders. „Let‟s get you back to bed‟, she said sweetly to me, obviously trying to comfort me. She guided me back to my room, patted me on the back and left me to fend for myself. I could bring myself to tell her what had just happened, to be quite honest I don‟t know what just happened. Was I just imaging things or did someone really just break into my room. The past 24 hours has been too much, first of all I find out my mother‟s body has been missing for 3 years and now someone‟s following me to break into my room at night, whilst I am asleep. How am I supposed to get any sleep now? I must have dosed as I wake with a knock at my door, it is the lady from last night. „Oh hey, sorry about last night I don‟t know what happened‟… I drift off with my words as she stares smiling at me. „I saw her run past me I know someone broke into your room and I called the police, they should be here shortly to speak to you‟, she blurts out with no warning. Oh. I think to myself. And she wasn‟t joking they arrived within the hour along with Cassie and her parents. Cassie ran right at me and didn‟t stop, she ran smack into me embracing me with a hug. I didn‟t hug her back I was still mad, although it‟s not really Cassie‟s fault I guess the only reason I am mad at her is because she says she know how I feel and there is no way she knows how it feels. „Alyssa what in the hell were you thinking, that person could have killed you, why did you leave?‟, I could tell she was honestly worried and as the last question left her mouth her parents stared at the floor. „Maybe you should ask your parents‟; I could feel my eyes burning with tears as I recall the argument last night. Cassie turned around stunned at the answer I gave her. „What is she talking about?‟ she questioned them but they didn‟t answer, „I swear to god tell me what the hell is going on‟, she cried, poor Cassie I thought, she must be so confused. Maybe after this she will at least understand a bit more than she used to about how I feel. „Cassie it really is nothing to worry about…‟ her mother started, Heather Evans the woman with all the answers, a very wise looking woman, her start of the explanation angered me. „Nothing to worry about? You must be kidding!‟ I snapped at her. She looked shocked at my sudden outburst but this just made Cassie more upset she knew something was not right. „That is enough from you Alyssa‟, Mr Evans snapped at me, „you have to be completely ungrateful to have put us through this…‟ he started again.
And that‟s when I burst into a whole new world of anger unlike anything I have ever felt before, I was angry and it felt so so wrong. „Are you honestly trying to pull that on me?‟ I screamed at him, „after all the lies you and your lovely wife have told me, you expect me to be grateful. I understand that you have done a lot for me but lying to me about the fact that the grave I visit every Sunday after church for 3 whole years isn‟t really my mother‟s grave, and shall we explain why this is. Because when the police arrived at the scene after a call saying there were violent noises next door, my mother‟s body was nowhere to be seen.‟ At this point my throat was raw from yelling, and my cheeks were stained red from the tears, and not only was Cassie absolutely mortified but so was the rest of the crowd that had gathered to see why the B&B had been shut down for the day and why there where officers gathered round the area. Everyone who was even remotely paying attention was aware of every little word I had just yelled. And all Mr and Mrs Evans did was stare in shame at the ground. „And after 3 years my poor poor mother has still not been laid down to rest‟, I whispered as though I was tired of the screaming and yelling. Cassie took a long look at her parents and then looked away I couldn‟t help but notice a distinct look of disgust on her face. She turned to look at me, we had both been crying heavily. She pulled me into a soft hug, and it made me melt, I just cried and held onto her. And she did the same whispering that she was sorry for everything over and over again, Her parents were liars and mine were either dead or missing. Everything about my life is so screwed up. Cassie guided me gently to her car and drove me home leaving her parents staring at us with guilty faces and having to ask for a ride home off of one of the officers. We pulled into the drive and let ourselves into the house. We ordered pizza and whilst we waited for it we both showered in our own rooms and then gathered in My room in my bed with Pizza, hot chocolate and Patrick Swayze for a bit of dirty dancing to cheer us up. Not even he had that kind of power so in the end we turned the DVD off and Cassie stayed in my room for the night, we both needed the company. I woke with a start and checked my clock considering we got home yesterday at about 10:30 am and we were so drained we came to bed I am guessing I needed the sleep because it was Monday morning already and it was 6:30. Cassie was still asleep next to me so I shook her gently to tell her we needed to get up for school. We got up, showered, got dressed, hair done and went downstairs for breakfast. When we reached the kitchen Cassie‟s parents were waiting for us with a readymade breakfast. Both our faces dropped we were starving but before they said anything we both just said we weren‟t hungry and left the manor for Cassie‟s car. We grabbed a maccies breakfast on the way to school and ate it in the schools canteen. We said our good byes as we headed to class. I made a quick stop at my locker to grab my books, as I was retrieving them from the locker a hand reached out and tapped me on the shoulder startling me I whirled round to see the person behind me and to my surprise it was the cute guy from church. „Oh, hey‟, I smiled at him; it was a sort of pathetic smile actually. And then it hit me, what the hell is he doing at my school, and then memories from the other night at the bed and breakfast when someone broke into my room, and him asking me out as soon as we met it all seems weird. Oh stop it, I think to myself, he was probably just being nice and he looked about my age maybe he transferred here. „Hi, erm I just saw you and remember what I did to you at church and thought I would make another attempt to apologise. Then I realised I don‟t even know your name …‟ and there‟s my queue. I look at him and let out a sort of sympathetic giggle, „ Its Alyssa, Alyssa Montgomery, but erm …
everyone calls me Ally‟. He smiled another well it was that smile, the one that made the heavens open. I just smiled but it felt easy unlike the forced smile I usually put on to make people think I am constantly happy. He just kept looking at me; he said nothing, just smiled. „So erm … what‟s your name?‟, I asked in the sweetest tone I could. „Oh right sorry its Jackson‟, he smiled, „my friends call me J but I prefer Jackson‟. He laughed, he always seemed to be in a good mood, well from the few minutes we ever spent together. „Jackson it is then‟, I grin, „erm listen I have to get to class or I‟ll be late‟. He apologised for keeping me and left to go to his own class, apparently he had transferred here from a boarding school on the outskirts of London. I made my way down a poorly lit and narrow hallway until I came to Biology 107. I opened the door cautiously to find that the teacher had not yet arrived to the class so I quickly scurried to my seat thankful to not have been caught out of lesson. Another 10 minutes past and the teacher were still yet to arrive. Mr Mason was never late to Biology he always liked a pop quiz at the start of the lesson to as he put it „refresh our brains‟. Finally a cover teacher showed up and took the last 40 minutes of the lesson but we hardly did any work as it took her about that long to actually understand what module we were covering. So for my free period next I decide I am going to hit the library to study just so that I don‟t fall behind with a waste of a lesson like that. I arrive at the library and take my normal sofa in the corner of the room, I set down my laptop and grab a bunch of books from the shelf I sit down and start to read typing notes as I go along. I was in the middle of an in depth description on genetic mutations when I distinctly started to hear crying. I set my book down on the coffee table next to me and stood up quickly. I started a slow scan of the walkways by the bookshelves and found no one so I searched all the sofa booths where people were studying and again there was no one. So I started to walk back to my sofa when I heard a soft melody of someone playing the guitar, memories flooded back from my dream at the bed and breakfast, so ran back to my booth to find myself staring at the back of a woman with dark brown waving hair and then she sung, „oh sweet lover drive me home, there’s only time for dreaming, when in Rome’, I remember the tune from when I was little and I started to sing along. When we finished singing she turn to look at me and it was her again only this time my mother was covered in blood and as I moved towards her she fell off of the sofa and on to the floor I screamed her name running to her and when I reached her I shook her and everything went blurry and then I woke up. I wake to find Jackson shaking me awake saying softly „Ally … Alyssa you fell asleep, Ally I think you were having a nightmare‟. I gather my thoughts and find myself still in the library in the same spot I left myself in. It was just a dream, I wipe my face and I can feel tears on my cheeks. I am in a panic, it felt so real and I am a mess. He helps me to my feet grabs all my belonging‟s and takes me outside of the building. We run into Cassie as we are leaving she looks at Jackson and smile‟s, „Oh hey you‟re the guy from church‟, and then she sees me, „Ally are you ok? What‟s happened? Has someone hurt you?‟. She hugs me tightly and holds on to my hand. Jackson turns to cassie and then looks at me concerned, then still looking at me he informs Cassie of how he found me in the library. „I found he asleep in one of the booths, she was shouting and whimpering and when I woke her she had been crying‟, he said as though he was trying to justify his being there. He looked uncomfortable. „He was just trying to help Cassie‟, I whimpered it was supposed to
sound encouraging but failed slightly. She looked at him and smiled apologetically. „Sorry‟, she said to him, „Thank you for looking after her, I think I will just take her home‟, she explained. He looked a bit lost really as though that‟s what he was planning to do and he didn‟t know whether to come or leave so I chose for him. „Would you mind helping me with my stuff to the car? I am too exhausted to carry it all‟, I asked polity hoping he would walk me. He seemed to light up after I had asked as though that‟s what he was hoping I would say I smiled and he nodded sweetly. We made our way to the car and Jackson loaded my stuff onto the back seats. He wished me better soon and gave me a quick peck on the cheek that made me swoon. I got into the car and Cassie squeezed my hand, as we drove off I saw Jackson waving us good bye and almost felt disappointed that I had left him so quickly. We arrived back at the Manor within the hour, and we were silent through the whole drive, Cassie didn‟t have to ask what the nightmare was she already knew from other times I had had it. I remember when I turned 14, 3 months after my mother‟s death; i had the nightmare every other night. Cassie used to shake me awake for a while but in the end she just climbed into bed with me every night having her with me didn‟t stop the nightmares but at least she was there. Cassie‟s parents weren‟t home so we went into the kitchen and she made us both a sandwich. We ate in silent and after a while she finally spoke, „Why didn‟t you tell me you were having them again?‟, she questioned softly. I looked up at her and I could feel her sympathy burning holes in my head, I hated sympathy, I have had enough of it. „Because I didn‟t want to worry you‟, I said, „And because they only started up again the other night at the Bed and breakfast‟. She looked at me and surprisingly she seemed to understand that I just wasn‟t in the mood to discuss it at this present moment. And that‟s when her parents came shooting through the door and boy were they angry. „Cassie Evans I suggest you hand over your car keys right now and the next time you decide to help your ungrateful friend here ditch the most important lesson of her year because she is starting to fail sed lesson you‟re going to find out just how lonely it is at the shopping centre when I cut you off, this is not going to continue from either of you not under my roof‟, something told me it was a bad day at the office for Mr Evans. Cassie just stood there looking at the two of them in a sort of how dare you storm and it was sort of scary even for her. „Don‟t look at your father like that little lady and you do as he say‟s right now, hand over the keys‟, her mother whispered in the deadliest of tones that I have ever heard her say. She swayed on her feet and instead of handing her keys over to her father she went over to her bag and pulled out her purse, she opened her purse and took out the credit card registered to her father and threw it at his feet. „You can‟t have my car, I pay for it myself but as for the money you give me I don‟t want it, I don‟t want anything off of you anymore, my best friend who is more like a sister has been struggling so much these past few days because my parents are liars. And as for what‟s going on here Dad, you don‟t want this happening under “your roof” then fine we‟ll just get out from under it‟, I have never seen Cassie this angry before, she was falling hard, I could just see her falling apart and she was doing everything she could to hold it together, and that‟s when I realised Cassie truly understands me now and she is trying her damned hardest to stop it from hurting me. God I love her so damn much. She reached out for my hand and I took it a squeezed, we slid past her parents and ran upstairs, we both packed a bag of clothes and of course Cassie bought her makeup bag. I put my mom‟s locket on and grabbed her guitar. Last minute I remembered the savings pot I kept since I was 14. I
grabbed it from underneath my bed and grabbed my bag and guitar case and waited at the end of the hall for Cassie. She bought her laptop with her just in case, she hooked her arm in mine and lead me down the stairs into the foyer where her parents stood watching us leave, they didn‟t even try to stop us they just watched. We slung our bags into the back of the car and hit the road. We drove until we were 20 minutes outside of town just in case her parents tried to look for us in town. There was a cute motel just of an exit at some cross roads were we pulled in, we were offered 2 queens or a king, we decided to take the king, it was cheaper and we had limited money, plus I might sleep better with someone with me. We stayed up until 2:45 am and Cassie finally dosed off, she had been stirring for hours, obviously didn‟t feel comfortable out of her own home. Understandable, I thought to myself. I set my book down on the table next to me and switched off the light until I remembered to check the bolt on the door. Without putting the light back on I crept quietly across the floor to the door, I checked the bolt which was locked and then put a chain across the door. I grabbed my Swiss army knife out of my coat pocket which hung lazily over the desk chair and quickly tip toes back to bed, I slid the knife underneath my pillow and feeling a tiny bit safer I tried to get some sleep. I tossed and turned and finally fell asleep. My alarm woke me at 6:30 am; I turned over to give Cassie a Nudge to find she wasn‟t next to me. I shot up, panic coursing through me I reached under my pillow to grab my army knife to find it wasn‟t there and the chain on the door and the bolt had been unlocked. Still panicking I dressed myself in record time and ran outside I was about to reach for my phone to dial 999, I heard her. „Ally, Alyssa where are you?‟, her voice was coming from the motel room, I ran in to find her wrapped in a towel soaking wet with hair that smelt like apples. „Oh great I think you get kidnapped and I forget to check the bathroom‟, I sigh and then laugh, Cassie starts to giggle. She looked at me and winked. „Girl, I‟m not going anywhere‟, she chuckled, „thought I best get up early to jump in the shower, figured you might want one as well‟. I nodded in reply and before I start to get ready i still don‟t know where my army knife is. I start to think it may have fallen under the bed when I was asleep so on all fours I start searching around the side of my bed underneath and behind the bed. Nowhere to be seen. I am so confused. I start to move the bedding around on the bed its nowhere. Then I realise that the door was open yet Cassie was in the shower, why would she need to open the door. „Cassie, did you unlock the door?‟, I shout through to the bathroom, she pokes her head around the door with her toothbrush in the hand. „Ally, maybe you just forgot to lock it last night‟, she explained trying to stop me from panicking. I shake my head, „no that‟s impossible I specifically remember getting up locking the door and grabbing my army knife putting under my pillow‟. Where the hell is my army knife? I tore the room apart and still couldn‟t find it, plus I had no explanation for the door being unlocked. I let Cassie believe that she convinced me I was probably being over dramatic and went to get ready for my shower, but I knew something was so wrong. I stripped down to my underwear; I found a freshly washed towel in a cupboard in the bathroom and turn the heat up in the shower. I stand under the amazing pressure of the shower and as I wash my hair with the shampoo Cassie bought along I let my mind wander to the dream I had, and the melody my mom sang in my dream. I remember the lullaby, she used to sing it to me to calm me down or cheer me up. I hum the melody and start singing. „Oh sweet lover drive me home, there’s only time for dreaming, when in Rome. Time we spend as one, happy as can be, oh sweet lover sing me a melody’. I get out of the shower
and dry my hair, I stick on some skinny jeans and a vest top covered by my leather jacket and I stick my pumps on my feet. I grab all of my belongings and remember the book from the bed side table. We rush out and hand our keys to the lady at reception; we chuck our bags in the back of the rusted beetle. Cassie starts the engine and we set off to school, we stop at a drive in Mc Donalds to get breakfast and speed off down the road shoving chewing gum in our mouths to freshen our breaths. We walk through the quad of the school to avoid the heads office and make our way to our lockers we have first period together so we walk together to class, just as we turn into the class room Jackson jumps out in front of us. „Hey‟, he sounds shocked and alert „what are you doing here? You should be at home resting after yesterday‟. Oh dear, I forgot that he found me yesterday. Cassie looks at me and I expect her to be rolling her eyes but instead she is giving me some sort of sly smile. She starts walking into the classroom and turns to say something „Why dot you to just skip class, I‟ll cover for you seems like you need to talk‟. Oh Cassie how can I hate you and love you at the same time. I really wasn‟t in the mood to discuss all of my private thoughts with a guy whose opening line was to throw coffee down my top. I was too distracted to really pay attention to what he was saying, It was all him expressing his concern about yesterday and he didn‟t need to worry, hell I don‟t even know the guy. We sat in the courts behind the gym of the school, no one ever went to the courts, rumours of a haunting that me and Cassie started so we had somewhere we could go just the two of us with no interruptions. We talked for a while I told him about my mom and how she died and that I didn‟t know who my dad was, he told me that he lives with his dad and his little brother because his mom died of cancer last year, we had little in common but it wasn‟t huge I mean we joked and teased over bands we liked and films. He can play piano and he thinks it‟s cool that I play guitar, he said he liked my playing at church. I couldn‟t help but blush at that. „Hey what‟s that?‟, he asked pointing to a note pad sticking out of my bag. Before I could protest he pulled it out of my bag and started flipping through it. They were drawings of every dream I had of my mom. „Wow, these are amazing‟, he smiled at me, „are they all the same woman?‟, he asked me clearly intrigued. I nodded, „Its my mom, all of the dreams I have ever had of her‟. He raises his eyebrow at me and lets out a long sigh. He hands me it back and suggests that we start walking to our next class. I agree and take his hand as he helps me up. We walk to class in silence, it should have felt awkward but It felt completely normal, every so often we would look at each other and smile. We caught up with Cassie and she filled us in on what we missed turned out we had a sub who didn‟t even know what topic she was teaching so we are in the all clear.
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