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Chapter 16
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2021-03-21 02:37:12Cassandra
When I wake up, I'm lying belly down with my arms holding a pillow against my cheek. The pillow is soft but doesn't smell like my detergent or strawberry-scented shampoo. Instead, sandalwood and a faint smell of smoke fills my nose. I open one eye when I hear a rustling noise, then turn my body around and sit up, realizing that I'm still in Drew's room. I internally groan, knowing this is going to earn some comments from my sister."Morning," Drew says groggily, taking a seat at the edge of the bed."Morning." I pull his blue and white checkered comforter up to cover my top half. My thin camisole does little to prevent the morning chill coming from the open balcony door from hitting my chest.I watch as he finishes tying his bootlaces before leaning over to kiss me. "I've got to head to work for an extra shift, but I made a pot of coffee if you want some. I'll see you later." And with that, he leaves. Almost immediately after hiRelated chapters
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CrayvinAfter I park my truck in the gravel parking lot of Drew and Cassandra's complex, I turn off the engine and sit for a few minutes in silence. My mind is running all over the place, pondering over whether this may or may not be the worst decision I've made thus far.Am I really about to go inside Cassandra's apartment to eat and hang out? We're not friends and she's not just any woman, after all. Maybe that's why this is so difficult, trying to get along with her. She may be my best friend's girl, but we have a history. One, might I add, that I'm not particularly proud of.I need to show her that I'm not that guy anymore so we can try to get along with one another, at least for Drew's sake, and our job.Grabbing the bottle of wine that I bought for Cassandra and her sister, a peace offering if you will, I hop out of my truck and make my way to her apartment.Drew had texted me while I was at the market saying that he was alread
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Cassandra"Good morning, Bernie," I greet his familiar face as I walk up to the front window of the department. Bernie lights up and smiles, revealing that front chipped tooth."Good morning, Miss Cassandra. Boy, you sure do have your hands full," he says, looking at the drinks in my hand. I have my green smoothie in one hand and three coffees and an iced tea placed in a cup holder in the other. "Let me help you with the door."Bernie pushes the buzzer and gets out of his seat to open the security door for me to enter. "Thanks, Bernie. The iced tea is obviously for you if you can grab it," I say, pointing with my eyes to the drinks."Thank you kindly. You guys have a meeting today I hear."I nod. "Sure do. Hey, has Crayvin come in yet?"Bernie looks puzzled as he nods slowly. "Yes, he came in about fifteen minutes ago. Should I be worried?" He asks, pointing to the one coffee cup that says 'I'm Sorry' on it. I wrote it w
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Crayvin"I'm just surprised that of all people to plan a night out, you and Cassandra did. No drama like last time right?" Drew asks over the phone.He's not wrong. The last time we all tried to hang out, the evening ended badly. I have more hope this time around. For the first time today, I actually had a good day at work with her. She wasn't a nuisance like she normally is. In fact, she made me laugh, but I'm still wondering what the hell a douche canoe is.She was in a good mood all day, minus the part when we got asked to do a police escort for a funeral tomorrow. They aren't all that bad. Funerals are always sad, no matter what, but after you've done a couple of escorts, you learn to ignore the knot in your stomach at the sight of all the crying family members. The worst one for me was when Miles had asked me to go along with Bobby for the funeral escort for Officer Porsse, Cassandra's father."I think it will be fine this time. I'll
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Cassandra"Dinner is ready, Cassandra. I also bought your favorite dessert," my dad says with a wary smile when I walk through the front door. His hands gesture to the eggplant parmesan dinner that is plated on the dining table and a cheesecake in the middle. Tarra sits with her hands folded on her lap, her hazel eyes staring blankly at the wall.I set down my bag on the couch, which is heavy from the books I checked out from the library. I wash my hands and join my father and sister at the table. Even as we sit down, I can feel the tension in the air. It's so thick that it is practically sucking all of the oxygen out of the room.I pick up my fork, the smell of my favorite foods seep into my nostrils, which twists my stomach into an agonizing knot. A mixture of hunger arises along with bile that is threatening to come out if I eat this high-calorie meal. I set my fork down, sighing as I roll up my sleeves. I've b
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Crayvin"I swear it's not poisonous," I whisper in Cassandra's ear.I sit in the middle of Patricia and Cassandra at the wet bar. Drew has been stuffing his face, as usual, and Patricia has just finished her slice of cheesecake. As for Cassandra, I've watched her move the same bite of cheesecake that is on her fork, around her plate several times, and has yet to pick it up and eat it.She looks up, her doe eyes almost sad looking. "Oh, I know. I'm just sort of full from the steak.""I swear you eat like a bird. Well, at least take a slice home then. Maybe one for Tarra, too. You guys can eat it tonight," I suggest.She looks down at her plate and shrugs, "I guess I can bring some home. It's not good to eat so late though."I bring my hand up and rub my chin and tease, "Hmm, if we're not meant to have midnight snacks, then why is there a light in the fridge I wonder?" She looks up at me again and gives me a knowing look. "I was j
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CassandraI groan as I roll over on my side. It feels as if someone had hit me over the head with something hard. Mixing whiskey with beer wasn't exactly the best idea last night. I sit up and bring my hand to my forehead, and a rush of motion sickness rises through me, almost knocking me back down.What's that rule again? Beer before liquor, never been sicker; liquor before beer, you're in the clear. I need to remember that rule if I'd like to avoid any future hangovers because they are horrible.I somehow manage to get on my feet, walk to the right side of my bed, and look at the picture of my father. Crayvin's words slip through my mind when instead of answering the question of what his worst call was, he drank a shot. My dad never talked about the horror he had witnessed, but Tarra and I knew when he had bad days. The bags under his eyes were evidence of his sleepless nights, probably tossing and turning all night with images of wh
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