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2021-03-21 20:41:18Crayvin
"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 jRelated chapters
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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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CrayvinWhen Drew first suggested we go swimming at his apartment complex pool, I hesitated, remembering that Cassandra specifically said her and Tarra wanted sister time and were swimming. Granted, they didn't advise us where they were going to be swimming, but at their apartment's pool made sense. Since Drew can't seem to have any guy time lately and has to be up Cassandra's ass twenty-four/seven, I finally give in.Once we walk through the gate that surrounds the pool, it doesn't surprise me to find Tarra and Cassandra. What does surprise me is that it is currently one hundred and ten degrees out, no one is swimming, and Cassandra is wearing clothes. Both Tarra and Cassandra are both laying out on the lounge chairs tanning. Tarra's ass is in full display with the thong she's wearing. It doesn't even look like a bikini, but I'd be denying my nature to not look. Drew does the same but diverts his gaze to Cassandra's quickly after."Well, well
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CassandraIt's 11:00 p.m. on a Sunday night and I'm barefoot. I'm barefoot and hurrying down the empty, quiet halls of the apartment complex, eager to get to my happy place. My happy place used to be my bedroom, where it was quiet, peaceful, and I felt serene surrounded by my gray walls. Now, my happy place is turning out to be Apartment Number 42, Drew's apartment.Once I reach the door, I knock and he emerges within seconds, wearing only green plaid boxers. His buff, athletic build is on full display and my eyes uncontrollably rake his body, appreciating the six-pack and muscular legs that he works hard to get. His arms are nicely toned, but I can tell by one look that he focuses more on his abdomen and legs when in the gym."Hey, babe," he says in a groggy voice, rubbing his eyes. "What time is it? Are you alright?"I nod. "I can't sleep. Tarra and Miles have been going at it for a while now and I can't bear to sit around anoth
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Cassandra"Alright, Porsse, are you ready for me to let Smith in?" Chief asks me as he hovers by the door.No, I'm most certainly not ready for Crayvin to put his hands on me. Not in any capacity.I placed the three bags of 'drugs' in easy spots to avoid any further investigation of Crayvin's hands on my body. His hands won't need to roam around with one being in my boot or one tucked in my bun on the top of my head. The last one I placed in my sock, which I roll down around my ankle to hold it in place. I remind myself to pat my own back for that later."Yes, Chief. I'm ready."I fiddle with the handcuffs that are secured around my wrists behind my back as Miles nods and opens the door and Crayvin strides in. He reeks of self-confidence as he gives me an amusing smile."Okay, Officer Smith," Chief begins, crossing his arms over one another. "You've just arrested a female for theft. She is a known drug user and a meth de
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Crayvin"I told her I loved her and she didn't say it back," Drew says in a small voice.Clearly he is hurt and disappointed with his latest confession to Cassandra. One confession, might I add, that I had no idea about.He never even hinted at the fact that he was in love with her.I lean back in my desk chair at work, my hands resting on my thighs, while Drew sits in my client chair. His lips press into a tight line as he runs his fingers through his now disheveled hair."Dude, I'm no expert on this subject, but I'm pretty sure you can't be upset if someone doesn't say it back right away. I personally would rather have someone say it back only if the feelings were reciprocated. Would you really want Cassandra to say those words if she didn't mean it?"Drew pauses before responding, taking my question into consideration as his eyes gawk at the tile flooring, then he swivels in his chair. "No, I suppose not," he answers dryly,
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Cassandra"Didn't you say that it was a smaller, older dog?" Tarra asks with a pointed look."Yeah, so?"With a wry grin, Tarra comes to a complete stop with the grocery cart and looks down, raising her brow. "This is a bit much, don't you think? And, if it's a smaller dog, do you really think it will be able to lift that with his tiny mouth?"I look down at the enormous dog bone in my hands and picture the dog trying to eat it. Sighing, knowing that she is right, I put it back and then look back to the cart. A heap of dog stuff forms a small mountain.Food, dog bowls, a bed, treats, toys, a collar, and a leash; yup, I may have gone a little overboard."Let's go, I just want you to see him. He is so adorable," I gush.We walk to the front of the grocery store, avoiding cashier nine, where Faith is currently scanning items and ringing up the total for her current customer. Once we scan everything and walk out, after
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CassandraHigh school is never easy, especially if you're sitting low on the social totem pole, which I am. I always was. Since starting my sophomore year, I have successfully dropped two pant sizes and was regularly working out with a good diet that mainly consisted of meat, vegetables, and fruit.One morning, I stepped on the scale and was ecstatic to see that I was now under two hundred pounds; which was a great contrast to my whopping two-fifty pounds.Suck on that, Crayvin Smith. Wherever he may be now, he can suck it. Last I had heard, he's attending a university. No doubt, playing football.After I finish my studies for the day, I open Dad's bedroom door and pop my head in, letting him know I was going out for a walk. In a sluggish response, he replies with a simple okay and to be safe before he falls back to a deep slumber.I shut the door and began walking towards the local l
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CassandraMy phone buzzes and the vibration against my flesh wakes me up, startling me. I groan, trying to pry my heavy eyes open. I'm so exhausted that my eyes feel as if they have been sealed shut. Sunlight streams in from the crack in the curtain or a nearby window, whose warmth reflects on my legs.I open my eyes and find that I am still on the couch, leaning against the end with my legs curled up. Tarra's head rests on my legs, her lengthy body stretched out onto our white couch. Her dark brown hair is fanned out over my legs, making me sweat from the body heat radiating from her bare neck on my legs.I slide my hand under my thigh where my phone is buzzing, being careful not to wake Tarra. It's a text from Crayvin.Crayvin: Where you at, Peanut?I scroll down, realizing he has sent another.Crayvin: Peanut, you better not be bailing today.And another after that.Crayvin: Get dressed. I got your fucking n
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CassandraFat ass. Short ass. Miss Piggy. Ugly piece of lard. Fat piece of shit. Oompa Loompa.These are only some of the names my peers would call me at school. Though now homeschooled, even the distance from my tormentors wasn't enough to ease all of the damage. While leaving was some relief, the memory of how I was treated also left with me like mental scars.I hate that place. I hated it so much that I nearly made Tarra late every morning as I dragged my feet every step. Up to the point before I left, I'm surprised she didn't place Dad's cuffs around my wrists to force my ass there. But she knows why I hate it. The constant bullying, the ear-deafening cackles, skinny bitches, and asshole guys are everyday torture that I succumbed to.My weakness, my attachment to the hateful comments and treatment, is what brought me here, to Loraine's office. Last night, Tarra and Dad dropped the bomb on me tha
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CassandraI remember when my Dad would watch UFC fights and the loud sound of fists hitting faces and crunching bones would make me cringe.None of those fights compared to the sound Tarra made when her palm connected with Drew's cheek. The echo practically radiates through our apartment and I am eternally grateful it didn't cause Crayvin -who is still tending to the burning sauce- to come running out.Tarra's fiery gaze was enough to make me want to bunker down and cower, and I wasn't even the one on the receiving end of that glare."In case that slap across your face didn't knock some sense into your dense, Marshmallow ass, I'll repeat myself. What the fuck do you want?" Tarra spits.Drew releases a tear as he brings the palm of his hand over his now reddened cheek.Pretty sure the tear isn't from the slap though."I deserved that but look, I don't want to fight. I was hoping to have a word with Cassandra," he says and th
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CassandraDeath is on its own clock and I could have sworn I heard the ticking stop when the bullet struck me. I will not forget the feeling of leaving everything and everyone I love. Scared shitless, I remember frantically pulling at the hem of Crayvin's shirt as I continued to bleed out, begging for him to save me. The look he gave me still shatters me to my very core, the look that reminds me of how my near-death experience nearly broke the man that I love.Though, if given the chance to save his life, I would do it all over again.When my sister rushes to the hospital, a strong sense of guilt hits me like a tidal wave when she smacks my arm after smothering me in hugs and tears. "You sissy swore we would always be there for one another. How the fuck did you expect to stand by that promise by jumping in front of a bullet? Never. Never do that to me again, Cassandra Juliet Porsse," she demands.Tarra is eerily quiet as I am finally leav
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Tarra"Tarra, come here my love so I can get a good look at you," my mother says in an unrecognizably brittle voice, crooking her pale finger at me and motioning for me to approach.I look at my father, who gives me a weak smile and an encouraging nod. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, smelling the sterile, nearly choking environment of my mother's confined hospital room, I rise from my chair and shuffle small strides to stand by her side. Cassandra, her eyes glossy and red, kisses Mom on the cheek, then walks away. She takes my previous seat next to Dad, burying her head into him."Mom," I croak at her bedside. "Are you going to get better?"I stare at my mother's small body and dark eyes. Her beautiful features resemble my little sister so much that the comparison hurts to acknowledge.Our mother was always beautiful, full of laughter and light. Looking at her now, I don't recognize her. Wher
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CassandraHave you ever wanted something so badly in your life, that when you finally get it, it's taken from you just as fast? Leaving your heart completely and utterly broken. You were happy one moment, and then fucking destroyed and shattered the next.Well, me too. That's exactly how I feel now. Finally landing the guy that I have always wanted, just to lose him the second I do.Two shots were fired and there was no taking them back. Once the two bullets were released from the barrel, they had to go somewhere, right?It was like the world decided I looked too happy and in one moment the reason for my happiness was removed from my life."Crayvin!" I shriek.I drop to my knees, hitting the gravel parking lot. My pants are immediately pebbled with debris and dirt. My eyes quickly avert to Drew who charges towards Stormy. He yanks the gun from her grasp and takes her to the ground, holding her wrists behind he
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Cassandra"Tarra!" I call out, scrunching my nose. "Mommy and Daddy are kissing again!" I whine, deliberately forcing myself to look into the contents of my cereal bowl, rather than my disgusting, groping parents.Tarra giggles as she joins us at the table, excitement in her eyes. "I can't wait to be in love," she coos.I stick my tongue out. "Eww, gross. Boys are nasty.""You say that now because you're only ten. Wait until you grow up, you will have a whole different outlook," Tarra argues.I shake my head, dismissing that thought, because... no. All the boys in my school are gross. I have seen some pick their nose and eat their boogies, scratch their booties while at recess, and the other ones are mean. They never leave me alone. My mother and sister say it's because they have a crush on me since they act like that, but I beg to differ.If you like someone, why would you be m
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CrayvinWhen I manage to drag myself off of the pavement and into my house, Piggy is sitting in the foyer with droopy, sad eyes. A rush of guilt hits me like a damned truck, causing me to not be able to see clearly. A sea of thoughts floods my mind.I want approval.Acceptance.Forgiveness.I want her to see that I can, in fact, be a good guy. I don't want her to think I am some kind of monster that she has to starve herself to be with."I don't deserve you in any way, do I?" I say quietly more to myself than anything.I rake my hands through my hair, exhaling as I avert my stare to the floor.What the fuck is wrong with me?I bury myself into willing women's bodies who let me fuck my cares away. Any trauma or shit that I see at work, is gone and replaced by unchained pleasure. Uncommitted fun, no loyalties.But, then I look at Cassandra, and it's like someone releases the chains around my heart. I want to er
