Not So Sweet Dreams
and I discovered bruises all over us. We both had black
eyes, and deep purple bruises on our stomaches, arms, and legs.
Cassie had far more than me. Because she got the worst of my
Because I wasn't aloud back home, I
spent most nights with Cassie, sneaking in through her windows,
and leaving when her alarmclock went off.
Cassie and I became, yet again, even
more closer since our attack. We were literally inseperable.
My dad called and texted and left
messages all the time. I chose to ignore them. I didn't care
if he apologized. He hated me anyways and what he did to Cassie
"Please, call him." Cassie said
"You've been extra miserable since it happened,
and I'm not so mad." She made her sad pitiful face. I
could never refuse to this.
"Oh," I complained "but, well,
I dialed his number, listened to it ring for a
moment, and he answered.
"Come home, dumba**! And don't bring
that Cassie girl! She is a b____ and trouble! Anyways your bad
enough! I don't want you seeing her anymore!"
"I'll see her all I want To!" I
screamed "And I'm not coming home, and trust me!
You'll never see Cassie again!!!! You-You Dumb A**!" I
I paced around the room. I kicked my bookbag
against the wall. I couldn't stand him!
Cassie finally spoke, "Clearly! Your not
I continued pacing back and forth in the room,
saying exactly what he told me.
She had a dazed look in her hazel eyes. Then
she looked at me and grinned, "I know how to get back at
"What? I'll do anything." I said
sitting on my knees in front of her.
back on her bed and patted the space left next to her. I smiled,
we planned on this a long time ago, we just couldn't decide
when. But no one was home. Perfect timing.
I got my
protection out of my bag. I layed down next to Cassie.
And so then came our revenge, our sweet, sweet revenge. If you
know where I'm getting at.
Psst. They are doing what
Kendall and Matt did, about 17 years ago.