Cassandra’s POV
Hasn’t Darla got any sense of time?
My tapping foot on the floor asks me. She’s awful with people, but that also means she is not in the position to face me as of now. As I was just about to leave, three shadows of heads with styled hair and one walking in the front is caught in front of me. Rolling my eyes, I lean against the wall- one foot flat against it and folded.
“You’re awful with time.” I look at my watch and say.
“And you’re awful with your personality change. Is it true that-” Her words take a pause. My squinting eyes make her shake her head off the topic. I was yet, still curious.
“Would you like to have a punch of my fist before your start speaking?” Unprovoked, Darla and her minions enter rage mode while I scoff.
“Careful, Darla. Your insecurities are showing.” It was merely useful to rile her up in this situation. She and her minion would beat me up and in the worst-case scenario- throw me out of the building. I wouldn’t risk my life, so I sigh and say.
“This has nothing to do with you. If you wanna know the makeup products I use- which I know you can’t afford- ask me then.” Saying that I begin to walk away.
“You-”
“Yo!” A male voice interrupts our nail-breaking fight scene.
It was Alex with his sling bag attached across his torso. I turn away when he was walking briskly towards us. I can already sense his dangerous gaze on me.
“Off of her, ‘roaches. Go suck a d! ck or something!” His words were making my ears bleed. No way was I having such a tongue to utter them. Hiding the snicker under my throat, I watch Darla and Co. leave us be. That was even more dangerous than before, I guess.
Silence…
Ugh, I’m starting to hate myself for getting into their stares all the time. All I want is to avoid them so I can clear my transfer process without any regrets. They are surely bound to give me a hard time.
Out of the blue, Alex grabs ahold of my wrist and tries to drag me through the terrace.
“What are you- LEAVE ME ALONE!” I scream and yank my hand back to myself. The grip surely make an impact on my skin because I was resisting.
“Stop this madness! You’re not someone I know!” Alex yells back.
“That’s none of your business!!” This was turning into a huge fight. His face was literally inches away from me. But what felt even closer and more dangerous was the anger that bloomed around his aura just now. I gulp and angrily turn my head away. Taking the chance, I begin to walk away only to be pinned next to the wall holding the door to exit.
“So it’s true…” his eyes wander about in mine. I was fuming still, and so was he. His strong arms on both sides of my head remind me of the many times we made love. Oh, this wasn’t exactly the time for emotional reminiscences.
“You’re transferring schools.”
“…”
Who told this to him?
Biting my lip to prevent the tears felt utterly useless.
“I-It’s for the courses they’re offering. I wanna go there.” I say, trying to hide my face from him.
“And yet you’re crying right here. I’m not a fool, even if I look like it. Cassie, please tell me why are you doing this. I already had a huge fight with Louis for what he did to you. He must have proven his love for you-”
“None of you…” I cut him off, “None of you truly loved me. It’s only the void of womanhood I’ve been filling for you guys. It was fun while it lasted, but please let me be.”
“Cassie… don’t you understand?” There was no anger, pure affection. His index finger lifts my chin as my teary eyes meet with his own. I… I didn’t know Alex could cry…
“We love you as our… our soulmate. I don’t have any other words right now, Cassie. You’re everything we ever wanted. The womanhood and whatever you’re talking about… it’s family. You’re not some sex object to us.” He says.
“I know you’re not in the position to understand-”
“NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ME!” I cry. What is happening to me?
Before anything else leaks out, I wanted to flee from the situation. Pushing him to the ground, I run as fast as I would during a zombie attack. I was barely able to walk to my classes because my heels broke and I was barefoot on the cold ground. I just wanted to go home and shut myself in the room for eternity.
Why couldn’t I escape the cruelty of this world? Everything was going as they’d said…
Just then… my phone tings. I didn’t want to open it. Not in public and risk me into a much bigger problem than I already am into. This blackhole for me was planned for eons, I felt. Who is even doing this to me?
Walking home barefoot, abandoning the rest of the classes, I went straight into my room to take a shower with my clothes on.
I was hoping to blend my tears with the soft water droplets that fall upon me. Life was never too cruel, never too happy for me.
All I’ll ever know is sadness from now.
Gathering up the remaining courage I have, I force myself to go near where I’ve dumped my bag and open the text I’ve received. From an unknown number, yet again.
My feelings were the tide that created this tsunami for me.