The Larson family... No doubt the most influential family in California. A family of really important people. The mayor, District attorney, owner of a really successful company, lawyers... This family seems to have it all.
Casey, an insanely handsome jock, with a killer smile, well toned muscular body and regrettably really beautiful eyes... Surely he's as good as he seems...
NOT!
Being the Mayor's nephew gives him an edge... An advantage over everybody else. He's favoured by teachers, admired by his peers, loved by his family... Well most of his family. Casey has it all!
He can do whatever he wants in that school and get away with it. All he has to do is flash the principal his million dollar smile and he's off the hook. They all fall for it. Even I almost fell for it.
But behind that charming smile and beautiful eyes... Behind that strong charismatic personality... Behind that innocent angelic face, lies a monster!
Casey McKay Larson... Envied by all, adored by most... He just can't seem to reciprocate the love people send his way. The only person this devilish guy shows affection to is his cousin, the mayor's daughter, Connie.
Their relationship is actually admireable. Those two are basically unbreakable. One might even confuse them for a couple. They just get along that well.
Casey would even kill for her... And she'd risk her life for him.Unfortunately, not everyone is fortunate enough to experience 'Angel Casey mode' like Connie is... And I, Sarah Blanche Vance, am one of those unfortunate people. In fact, I'm the ultimate unfortunate person,because Casey has never really treated me like a human being, or even shown me an ounce of compassion.
The compassion part, I'm not really complaining... I can live without his compassion,but I definitely cannot live with him bullying and torturing me everytime he feels like it. That life SUCKS!
It sucks that I have to be the one to deal with the arrogant-devil Casey all the time. One can't even imagine that we were once childhood friends. I've even been to several sleepovers at their place... And yet, that doesn't make me any different from a total stranger he's met on the streets. If anything, he seems to hate me more and more with each passing day, and he doesn't miss a chance to remind me everytime we cross paths.
Why do I have to be so unlucky, and why does Casey have to treat me like I'm inferior to him, like don't belong here, like I don't deserve to breathe the same air he does? I'm simply a pest in his life, a thorn in his side, some kind of leprosy he wants to get rid of.
I don't get why he despises me so much. Why he can't be as sweet and understanding and gentle and kind like Connie is. But I guess the two of them took after their fathers. Not that I'm saying Casey's dad us horrible and Connie's father is an angel, actually, I think that's exactly what I'm saying, but I'm not saying it out loud.
Upto now, I still don't get where I went wrong... What I did to Casey to earn such hated from him. But I suppose it must have been something really awful... I just don't remember what... Maybe I hit my head hard and lost my memory?
Ever since we were little, since that fateful 'accident', Casey has made it his top priority to bully me... Make my life a living hell ...make sure I have no peace. I mean, he pushed me down the stairs for God's sake! Did he really intend on killing me?
I have tried everything in my power to stay far away from him. But it's pretty much useless when he keeps on looking for meat school just to make fun of me.
And if that's not enough, Connie has the tendency of inviting me over at her place for sleepovers. And Casey basically lived there, and he really hates it when I spend the night.
My life has never really been easy. And everyday, I simply ask myself if it's all worth it... If all this pain and suffering is worth it. Will the pain ever end? Or should I take it upon my hands to end it myself.
Cause everyone has a breaking point... And I think I've extended mine for way too long!
Sarah'sP.O.V... The bell rang and one could easily hear the excited screams coming from outside. Mr. Lennard's voice was easily drown by everyone in class as they all gathered their stuff. It was finally the beginning of our summer vacation, and nobody was in the mood to listen to what Mr. Lennard was actually blabbering about. I'm glad he realized it, cause he simply rolled his eyes and left the classroom. I tried as fast as I could to stash away all my books in my bag. But the faster I tried to put them away, the faster they fell and scattered on the floor. With my trembling hands, I could hardly grip anything... I felt pathetic... This is pathetic. Argh! Why do I have to be so fearful of them? God I hate myself for feeling this way! This was taking me longer than I had anticipated. But I bet I'd be done with this already if only these dumb book
a few weeks later... Sarah. It's been around three weeks since we closed school... Or was it Four? I'm not really sure anymore. All I know is that unfortunately, school resumes in two days. Which is a bummer cause I'm still wearing a cast from what casey and his jerky friends did to me. Those idiots broke my arm. When they realized my arm was injured, they took advantage of the situation and directed all blows to my already injured arm. So here I am, badly hurt, nursing my aching arm, all because of them... And they don't give a damn! Though I guess I'm kinda happy that I have this injury, because thanks to my cast, I don't wash dishes at the restaurant I work at. I'm simply given the 'not-so-complicated' tasks... Serving tables. As long as the trays aren't heavy, I can manage it. The doctor said they're going to t
Connie. *13 years ago *I quickly ran up the stairs with Sarah trailing behind me, and all the way, she kept on giggling. “Sarah, you're going to get us caught!” “Sorry,” she whispered and giggled again. I had no idea what she found so funny, but clearly she wasn't getting the whole concept of hiding. “8...9...10! Ready or not, here I come!” Casey finished counting. Well that's just great! I haven't even found a hiding spot yet. I got to the very top of the staircase, and I simply opted to hide in the hallways.. In plain sight! Pretending to be a lamp... They do that in cartoons and it works! Casey would never suspect it. It was the last place he would look... Probably because I was hiding
I stretched my hands towards the bedside table, simply feeling around for my ringing phone. Whoever was calling me at this time of the night had better have a good explanation... Like, they're being chased by a serial killer or their house is on fire. Cause if it's not, I'm going to strangle whoever is on the other line! I finally grabbed my phone and answered it without even bothering to check who the caller was. "To call me at this time... Whatever this time is... This had better be important!" I whisper yelled through the phone. The last thing I needed was to wake up the entire house. "It's only one fifteen," Brian's voice rang through the phone. Argh!
Brian. “Call her again!” Casey yelled at me for like the millionth time. “I already told you, she's not answerin___” “Call her again!” If only Casey knew how annoying he is when drank. So annoying I felt like literally drowning him in his drink.But I just did what he asked. I called Connie again, and just like the last seven times, she didn't pick up. “Nothing... Again! And don't make me call her again cause I won't, ” “I'm not going to wait for her anymore!” “What, you're going to walk all the time their place?”
Hey everyone,Love here, This isn't a story update. I just simply saw the need to apologize after not updating my book for like...months? My deepest and sincerest apologies. I just had a lot on my plate. Trying to balance school and my writing career is kinda hard... but I think now I'm getting the hang of it. On Tuesday, I'll release five more chapters, and two more on Thursday. Afterwards, well, its Christmas, so I'll go on a break. My next update will probably be after new year...like on third or something. I'll try... keyward...try, to to write like two chapters more before I leave for boarding school on 4th of January. I'm really sorry about this guys...from the bottom of my heart. And if you're reading this, then thank you so much for your support... and patience with me. You have every right to be mad at me... and I'm not going to give excuses... I'm sincerely sorry. And I hope that you...my dear reader, will find
Connie. After what happened last night, I couldn't get a wink of sleep. The images of yesterday's events just kept on playing over and over in my head... Tormenting me... Not allowing me to get even an ounce of sleep. I felt... Ashamed, and mad at myself. All the self defense classes I took didn't help me at all. I almost got abused, I got beaten up, and I couldn't do anything about it.I tried, but I was more scared of hurting him than I was of him hurting me! For the first time, I was actually envious of the drunk state Casey was in. I mean sure, he'll wake up with one hell of a hangover, but at least he managed to get some sleep in the first place... A lot of it actually. I spent the entire
Sarah.I stood up as Casey was entering the living room, but Connie held my arm firmly but gently, pulling me to sit back down.“I know you don't get along with Cee,” she whispered softly in my ear, “And you don't have to... But can't you at least finish what's on your plate first before leaving?”“I really have to get going. I'll be late to___”“Relax Sarah... He wouldn't try anything stupid when I'm here... At least just finish the juice first, then you can leave,”She was right. I don't think Casey would attempt to hurt me when Connie is around... He wouldn't dare... Would he?