Post by Serendipity on Oct 12, 2015 17:36:42 GMT -8
A older rp idea of mine.
This RP is open; I prefer mxf pairings so I’d like a male character for this RP. I’ve been wanting to use this character for a while now, she still needs a little work, but I’m hoping she’ll be one of my better female characters.
So the idea for this RP is, she won fifty million dollars, moved from the city and out to the suburbs with her son and father thinking less crime less chance of her son growing up with the wrong crowds and better schooling. However she doesn’t count on someone breaking into her house within the first few weeks of moving in, call it bad luck. This fellow is on the run from the police (it’s up to you why, but I was thinking he could be wrongly accused or something) and takes refuge in what he believes is an empty house because the ‘for sale’ sign hasn’t been taken down yet etc. But he doesn’t expect to find Cassidy and her son there. – This all needs more plotting, but I think it could be good.
Or if you have any ideas of your own let me know!
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
September 2009
“I’m leaving,”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“What about Alex?”
“What about Alex.”
“So you don’t care about him – about us-- at all?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You bastard!” The coffee mug she’d been cradling between her hands at the kitchen table shattered against the wall inches above the males head as he ducked out of the way just in time.
“What the fuck, Cassidy!”
“What the fuck? What the fuck? You’re just going to walk away, that’s ‘what the fuck’ Adam!”
“It’s been a long time coming Cass…”
“Before or after your son came along?” Cassidy hissed vehemently and slowly stood up from the kitchen table, hoping to all hope that he wouldn’t see her shaking. She had to be strong; for Alex. He’d only been in this world three months. Not long at all. In that short time he knew only three people, his mum, his dad and his granddad. And now his father was walking away, dismissing him as though he was nothing to him at all. He could have been a stray dog he was kicking to the curb. It was heartbreaking, devastating –hateful even.
“Does it really matter?” Adam shrugged, and as Cassidy stared at the man she’d loved with all her heart up until a few minutes ago she realized there were no conflicting emotions in his eyes. There was no battle going on behind the blank expression he was giving her, no worry on whether or not what he was doing was right or wrong. There was not one spec of love for his son – for her; for their family. “Of course it matters! How could you…” Her words trailed off and she shook her head as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. No. She would not cry, she would not beg. Cassidy Summers did not fall to her knees and beg and plead to any man.
“I never wanted children Cassi—“
“Get out.” The words left her lips in a rush of air as her heart twisted violently in her chest, and she gasped in a gulp of air. Suddenly it felt like no matter how much air she sucked it she still felt like she was suffocating. Perhaps this was what a panic attack was like. Adam stepped towards her as she clutched her chest, a flicker of concern flashing across his face. “GET OUT ADAM! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!” Cassidy screamed and her chest tightened further with the effort, clutching the edge of the table in order to help her keep standing on her feet. He was gone in an instant, without even a second glance over his shoulder he left.
She sunk back down on the chair behind her and sucked in another shaky breath, staring at the spot Adam had stood only moments before. The sound of the door slamming, marking his leave, made her wince and clutched her hands tightly in her lap. Her fingers idly stroking the engagement ring Adam had given her just a week before Alex was born. It was a reminder of the promise he’d made to her –to their unborn child, that they were a family and family stuck together. Now it was just an ugly symbol of a broken promise. Cassidy swiftly slipped it off her finger, rolled it between her fingers and tossed it towards the broken remains of the coffee mug.
Tears welled at the corners of her blue eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. She wouldn’t cry for him, not a single tear would fall from her eyes. She was stronger than that; she would be stronger than that. Even though her whole world had just come crashing down she would pick herself back up, would pick herself back up and move on. And as Alex begun to cry from the nursery down the hall, Cassidy picked herself up from the kitchen table and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
It would just be the two of them from now on.
February 2010
“Cassy you need help.”
“Dad, I’m fine.”
“No. You’re not fine, let me help you.”
“Dad…”
“I will not see you or my grandson out on the street. Rent’s gone up and I know you are already struggling paying rent on your own. Come home Cassy, you can have your old room. Alex can have Debbie’s old room.”
Perhaps it was the urgency in her father’s voice or the fact that she was currently holding three separate bills in her hand that she knew she wouldn’t be able to pay this month that had Cassy agreeing to the offer. She’d tried her hardest to cope with things on her own since Adam left her with a new born to raise all by herself six months ago, but as more and more bills came in and the less time she spent with Alex because she had to work three jobs just to survive she realized that perhaps it was time she took help when it was offered. And her father was always asking to spend more time with his grandson. She could swallow her pride for once, for Alex. Everything she did was for Alex.
“Okay. I’ll come home.”
May 2013
“You won!”
“Huh?”
“Cassy, you won!” Patrick Summers roared with cheer and quickly snatched the TV remote from the side table beside his well-worn leather armchair and hit the pause button. He read the numbers paused on the screen silently to himself and after a moment he shot up from the arm chair and hurried over to the TV. “Those are your numbers. Cassy they are your numbers aren’t they?” He asked, tapping the TV screen gently with his index finger as he turned his head to look at the woman standing behind the kitchen counter. His excited expression turned into a frown as his daughter merely stood there staring at him blankly, obviously having no idea what he was talking about. Patrick ran his fingers through his short now almost grey hair and sighed. “Cassy, sweetheart, I know you’ve had a lot on your mind lately but please concentrate…”
“Dad, please…I heard what you said, I’m not deaf. But I don’t know what numbers you’re talking about.” Cassidy Summers chided quickly and looked back over towards the TV, which from where she stood was on a slight angle, and with the glare from the lights above she couldn’t see a single thing on the screen. She couldn’t see the ‘numbers’ her father was talking about. But something perked her curiosity, perhaps it was the mixture of excitement and frustration displayed on her father’s face, and with a soft sigh she walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter so she could see the TV screen better. She had a million things she still needed to do before picking up Alex from day-care and it was almost that time. But she’d indulge her father for a moment.
“Grab your purse,” Patrick quickly instructed and Cassidy turned back briefly to reach into her bag. Lifting the simple purple leather purse from the confines of the bag she made her way into the living room and stood in front of the TV. “What am I looking at?” Her father came to stand beside her as she crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to explain this ‘numbers’ thing to her. With a little chuckle he shook his head at his daughter, he knew that stubborn stance very well; she got it from her mother. He tapped her purse lightly, “The answers are in there, open it.” He explained and watched with a small smile as she unfolded her arms and unclipped her purse, he eyed the handful of receipts she had stuffed inside.
“Twenty-eight – that’s the day Alex was born--, fifty two –that’s how old I am--, six –that’s the month Alex was born in--, nine –that’s the year he was born—“ Cassidy stared at her father as he spoke, pointing at the numbers displayed on the screen as he did and as Cassy looked more closely at the TV screen it all suddenly sunk in. The numbers paused on the screen were the numbers which had just been drawn from the lotto, and written underneath those numbers was a small ‘jackpot – 50 Million’. “Five –that’s how old Alex is--, twenty-six –that’s the day you were born and how old you are—“ Her father continued and watched the realization sink into his daughters face.
“I get it, I get…wholly shit. Let me double check,” Cassidy cut him off and fumbled through the receipts in her purse, some tumbled out and floated to the ground, until she found the docket she was looking for. It was slightly crumpled and with shaky hands she smoothed it out, taking a closer look at the numbers she’d selected. She always selected the same numbers, and although she knew it would always be a long shot, especially since she only ever bought a lotto ticket once every few months, she always thought why not. 5-52-26-28—6-14-9 and 11 were paused on the TV screen, they were all there; every single one of the numbers she had picked had been drawn.
There was a long silence as all Cassidy could do was stare down at the docket in her hand and the numbers on the screen. She’d won. Those were her numbers.
“Cassy?” Patrick said gently when his daughter still remained silent. She turned to him then, and flung her arms around his neck. “Everything’s going to be okay now…”
“You’re damned right it’s going to be okay, you just won fifty million dollars. You and Alex are going to be okay.”
“Don’t forget to stop by the bank after picking Alex up, it’s been a week, you should really bank that cheque!” Patrick Summers called from the kitchen as he heard his daughter open the front door. Shit. She still hadn’t banked the damn thing. Honestly it hadn’t sunk in yet, even when she’d psychically been handed the cheque it had registered that this was her money. She’d won fifty million dollars and she hadn’t banked it yet. Her excitement over finding out she’d won that much money had slipped quickly away once she’d picked Alex up from day-care. He’d had a fever and runny nose; money had been the last thing on her mind. The fever had turned nasty that night and she’d spent most of it at the hospital with her son.
Her father had to remind her two days later to call someone about her win and it was a week later that she’d picked up the cheque. She could only look at it as a piece of paper, it just didn’t seem real. How could someone win fifty million dollars to themselves? Was it all a big hoax and when she went to the bank they’d laugh at her and tell her it was a fake cheque? She was hesitant for that reason and so the cheque had stayed in her purse. But thanks to the gracious reminder from her father she decided that she should just get it over with. If it was a fake then she’d soon find out and simply continue on with her life as it was.
As she pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the day care centre where Alex was she couldn’t help but wonder what she might do with the money. Maybe move further from the city where Alex wouldn’t have to grow up with crime all around him. They could all move, even her father. Her dad was the only father figure that Alex had, and Alex adored his granddad and now that her father was getting closer to retirement he loved spending all his spare time with his grandson. The image of them both playing catch in the backyard – a backyard that wasn’t tiny -- put a smile on Cassidy’s lips. She’d have to discuss her thoughts with her father of course, but she couldn’t see him saying no to living somewhere like that. But first she had to bank that cheque.
Cassidy finally banked her winnings, it was then that it all became real for her; she had actually won fifty million dollars. Of course being such a large amount of money it had taken forever for the bank to clear the money into her account. But it had given her time to get her head around the fact that she was now, literally, a millionaire and what she could do with the money. The knowledge that she now did was both frightening and exciting at the same time. She worried that she wouldn’t put the money to good use, or that it might change her somehow. She’d never had that much money before, ever; she’d never thought in her wildest dreams that it would be possible.
Cassy soon found that being a millionaire opened doors that she had always thought would be closed to her. Like how quickly her real-estate agent had found her a new home for her family, and how quickly they had sold her father’s house; there was no mucking around when people knew you had money, things happened more quickly, more efficient somehow. She was grateful non-the-less, but it was certainly an eye opener. She knew that if she didn’t have that money behind her, her real-estate agent would have looked the other way.
Whatever the reason, they’d all moved out of her father’s house and into their new home within the month – a fully furnished, four bedroom, three bathroom home in Hunts Point, Seattle—and were settling in well. Alex had been a worry at first, he hadn’t liked the change at first but was now adjusting to his new surroundings, and it helped having his grandfather living with them. The very first day they’d moved in, Alex and her father had gone out into the backyard to play catch.
For Cassy, this was a sign that she had made the right choice; she’d stopped worrying about her decision to make the move and switch Alex’s schools. Nothing could go wrong out in the suburbs right? All the crime happened in the city, the suburbs were peaceful and crime free. At least that’s what her real-estate agent had told her and it was another reason why Cassy had decided to move.
With a stifled yawn Cassy rubbed sleep from her eyes and sat up against the pillows; it was the middle of the night when she heard a noise, at first she hadn’t been able to determine whether it was from next door or if it was coming from the front yard, but it had sounded like bins being knocked over. There could have been a number of reasons that had caused the noise. A stray dog or a cat even, but it was enough to wake her from her sleep. She was just wondering if she should get up and investigate when the sound of glass shattering downstairs made her jump and her skin crawl. Someone was in her house.
Her father was out of town after Cassy had convinced him to go visit his sister, he’d needed a holiday and he hadn’t seen his sister in years; so it was just her and Alex alone in the big house. She reached for her phone, brushing her blonde hair from her face, but it wasn’t there. The last time she’d had her phone was downstairs in the kitchen whilst she’d been making dinner, and it must have been where she had left it. Cassy cursed under her breath and quickly pushed the covers back from her legs, hurriedly swinging them over the sides before she shot to her feet and raced for the door. Alex! Whoever it was who was in her house was downstairs, but it would only be a matter of time before they made their way upstairs.
Her feet padded quickly but quietly down the hall to Alex’s room, opening the door she peeked inside to make sure he was still sleeping soundly before she softly closed it satisfied that he hadn’t woken from the noise. Her next stop was the bathroom just across the hall from her son’s room, grabbing the only things she could think of to use as a weapon against the intruder. Two aerosol cans, one hairspray and the other a can of deodorant. Both, she hoped, could be used as mace. Her heart raced against her rib cage as she moved towards the stairs, hands shaking as she held the two aerosol cans in either hand.
Cassy was thankful for the moonlight shining through the windows illuminating the stairs and the rooms beneath. It wasn’t until she’d almost reached the bottom that she spoke. “Wh-whoever you are, I’ve called the police. They’ll be here any moment, so I think y-you should leave,” Of course that was a lie, she hadn’t called anyone since her phone was still in the kitchen and she hadn’t had the land line connected yet. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” She exclaimed with more confidence, hoping that her intruder would be convinced that the police were coming and would leave.
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
This RP is open; I prefer mxf pairings so I’d like a male character for this RP. I’ve been wanting to use this character for a while now, she still needs a little work, but I’m hoping she’ll be one of my better female characters.
So the idea for this RP is, she won fifty million dollars, moved from the city and out to the suburbs with her son and father thinking less crime less chance of her son growing up with the wrong crowds and better schooling. However she doesn’t count on someone breaking into her house within the first few weeks of moving in, call it bad luck. This fellow is on the run from the police (it’s up to you why, but I was thinking he could be wrongly accused or something) and takes refuge in what he believes is an empty house because the ‘for sale’ sign hasn’t been taken down yet etc. But he doesn’t expect to find Cassidy and her son there. – This all needs more plotting, but I think it could be good.
Or if you have any ideas of your own let me know!
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
September 2009
“I’m leaving,”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“What about Alex?”
“What about Alex.”
“So you don’t care about him – about us-- at all?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You bastard!” The coffee mug she’d been cradling between her hands at the kitchen table shattered against the wall inches above the males head as he ducked out of the way just in time.
“What the fuck, Cassidy!”
“What the fuck? What the fuck? You’re just going to walk away, that’s ‘what the fuck’ Adam!”
“It’s been a long time coming Cass…”
“Before or after your son came along?” Cassidy hissed vehemently and slowly stood up from the kitchen table, hoping to all hope that he wouldn’t see her shaking. She had to be strong; for Alex. He’d only been in this world three months. Not long at all. In that short time he knew only three people, his mum, his dad and his granddad. And now his father was walking away, dismissing him as though he was nothing to him at all. He could have been a stray dog he was kicking to the curb. It was heartbreaking, devastating –hateful even.
“Does it really matter?” Adam shrugged, and as Cassidy stared at the man she’d loved with all her heart up until a few minutes ago she realized there were no conflicting emotions in his eyes. There was no battle going on behind the blank expression he was giving her, no worry on whether or not what he was doing was right or wrong. There was not one spec of love for his son – for her; for their family. “Of course it matters! How could you…” Her words trailed off and she shook her head as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. No. She would not cry, she would not beg. Cassidy Summers did not fall to her knees and beg and plead to any man.
“I never wanted children Cassi—“
“Get out.” The words left her lips in a rush of air as her heart twisted violently in her chest, and she gasped in a gulp of air. Suddenly it felt like no matter how much air she sucked it she still felt like she was suffocating. Perhaps this was what a panic attack was like. Adam stepped towards her as she clutched her chest, a flicker of concern flashing across his face. “GET OUT ADAM! GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!” Cassidy screamed and her chest tightened further with the effort, clutching the edge of the table in order to help her keep standing on her feet. He was gone in an instant, without even a second glance over his shoulder he left.
She sunk back down on the chair behind her and sucked in another shaky breath, staring at the spot Adam had stood only moments before. The sound of the door slamming, marking his leave, made her wince and clutched her hands tightly in her lap. Her fingers idly stroking the engagement ring Adam had given her just a week before Alex was born. It was a reminder of the promise he’d made to her –to their unborn child, that they were a family and family stuck together. Now it was just an ugly symbol of a broken promise. Cassidy swiftly slipped it off her finger, rolled it between her fingers and tossed it towards the broken remains of the coffee mug.
Tears welled at the corners of her blue eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. She wouldn’t cry for him, not a single tear would fall from her eyes. She was stronger than that; she would be stronger than that. Even though her whole world had just come crashing down she would pick herself back up, would pick herself back up and move on. And as Alex begun to cry from the nursery down the hall, Cassidy picked herself up from the kitchen table and wiped away the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
It would just be the two of them from now on.
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
February 2010
“Cassy you need help.”
“Dad, I’m fine.”
“No. You’re not fine, let me help you.”
“Dad…”
“I will not see you or my grandson out on the street. Rent’s gone up and I know you are already struggling paying rent on your own. Come home Cassy, you can have your old room. Alex can have Debbie’s old room.”
Perhaps it was the urgency in her father’s voice or the fact that she was currently holding three separate bills in her hand that she knew she wouldn’t be able to pay this month that had Cassy agreeing to the offer. She’d tried her hardest to cope with things on her own since Adam left her with a new born to raise all by herself six months ago, but as more and more bills came in and the less time she spent with Alex because she had to work three jobs just to survive she realized that perhaps it was time she took help when it was offered. And her father was always asking to spend more time with his grandson. She could swallow her pride for once, for Alex. Everything she did was for Alex.
“Okay. I’ll come home.”
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
May 2013
“You won!”
“Huh?”
“Cassy, you won!” Patrick Summers roared with cheer and quickly snatched the TV remote from the side table beside his well-worn leather armchair and hit the pause button. He read the numbers paused on the screen silently to himself and after a moment he shot up from the arm chair and hurried over to the TV. “Those are your numbers. Cassy they are your numbers aren’t they?” He asked, tapping the TV screen gently with his index finger as he turned his head to look at the woman standing behind the kitchen counter. His excited expression turned into a frown as his daughter merely stood there staring at him blankly, obviously having no idea what he was talking about. Patrick ran his fingers through his short now almost grey hair and sighed. “Cassy, sweetheart, I know you’ve had a lot on your mind lately but please concentrate…”
“Dad, please…I heard what you said, I’m not deaf. But I don’t know what numbers you’re talking about.” Cassidy Summers chided quickly and looked back over towards the TV, which from where she stood was on a slight angle, and with the glare from the lights above she couldn’t see a single thing on the screen. She couldn’t see the ‘numbers’ her father was talking about. But something perked her curiosity, perhaps it was the mixture of excitement and frustration displayed on her father’s face, and with a soft sigh she walked around to the other side of the kitchen counter so she could see the TV screen better. She had a million things she still needed to do before picking up Alex from day-care and it was almost that time. But she’d indulge her father for a moment.
“Grab your purse,” Patrick quickly instructed and Cassidy turned back briefly to reach into her bag. Lifting the simple purple leather purse from the confines of the bag she made her way into the living room and stood in front of the TV. “What am I looking at?” Her father came to stand beside her as she crossed her arms over her chest and waited for him to explain this ‘numbers’ thing to her. With a little chuckle he shook his head at his daughter, he knew that stubborn stance very well; she got it from her mother. He tapped her purse lightly, “The answers are in there, open it.” He explained and watched with a small smile as she unfolded her arms and unclipped her purse, he eyed the handful of receipts she had stuffed inside.
“Twenty-eight – that’s the day Alex was born--, fifty two –that’s how old I am--, six –that’s the month Alex was born in--, nine –that’s the year he was born—“ Cassidy stared at her father as he spoke, pointing at the numbers displayed on the screen as he did and as Cassy looked more closely at the TV screen it all suddenly sunk in. The numbers paused on the screen were the numbers which had just been drawn from the lotto, and written underneath those numbers was a small ‘jackpot – 50 Million’. “Five –that’s how old Alex is--, twenty-six –that’s the day you were born and how old you are—“ Her father continued and watched the realization sink into his daughters face.
“I get it, I get…wholly shit. Let me double check,” Cassidy cut him off and fumbled through the receipts in her purse, some tumbled out and floated to the ground, until she found the docket she was looking for. It was slightly crumpled and with shaky hands she smoothed it out, taking a closer look at the numbers she’d selected. She always selected the same numbers, and although she knew it would always be a long shot, especially since she only ever bought a lotto ticket once every few months, she always thought why not. 5-52-26-28—6-14-9 and 11 were paused on the TV screen, they were all there; every single one of the numbers she had picked had been drawn.
There was a long silence as all Cassidy could do was stare down at the docket in her hand and the numbers on the screen. She’d won. Those were her numbers.
“Cassy?” Patrick said gently when his daughter still remained silent. She turned to him then, and flung her arms around his neck. “Everything’s going to be okay now…”
“You’re damned right it’s going to be okay, you just won fifty million dollars. You and Alex are going to be okay.”
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
“Don’t forget to stop by the bank after picking Alex up, it’s been a week, you should really bank that cheque!” Patrick Summers called from the kitchen as he heard his daughter open the front door. Shit. She still hadn’t banked the damn thing. Honestly it hadn’t sunk in yet, even when she’d psychically been handed the cheque it had registered that this was her money. She’d won fifty million dollars and she hadn’t banked it yet. Her excitement over finding out she’d won that much money had slipped quickly away once she’d picked Alex up from day-care. He’d had a fever and runny nose; money had been the last thing on her mind. The fever had turned nasty that night and she’d spent most of it at the hospital with her son.
Her father had to remind her two days later to call someone about her win and it was a week later that she’d picked up the cheque. She could only look at it as a piece of paper, it just didn’t seem real. How could someone win fifty million dollars to themselves? Was it all a big hoax and when she went to the bank they’d laugh at her and tell her it was a fake cheque? She was hesitant for that reason and so the cheque had stayed in her purse. But thanks to the gracious reminder from her father she decided that she should just get it over with. If it was a fake then she’d soon find out and simply continue on with her life as it was.
As she pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the day care centre where Alex was she couldn’t help but wonder what she might do with the money. Maybe move further from the city where Alex wouldn’t have to grow up with crime all around him. They could all move, even her father. Her dad was the only father figure that Alex had, and Alex adored his granddad and now that her father was getting closer to retirement he loved spending all his spare time with his grandson. The image of them both playing catch in the backyard – a backyard that wasn’t tiny -- put a smile on Cassidy’s lips. She’d have to discuss her thoughts with her father of course, but she couldn’t see him saying no to living somewhere like that. But first she had to bank that cheque.
[x]-[x]-[x]-[x]
Cassidy finally banked her winnings, it was then that it all became real for her; she had actually won fifty million dollars. Of course being such a large amount of money it had taken forever for the bank to clear the money into her account. But it had given her time to get her head around the fact that she was now, literally, a millionaire and what she could do with the money. The knowledge that she now did was both frightening and exciting at the same time. She worried that she wouldn’t put the money to good use, or that it might change her somehow. She’d never had that much money before, ever; she’d never thought in her wildest dreams that it would be possible.
Cassy soon found that being a millionaire opened doors that she had always thought would be closed to her. Like how quickly her real-estate agent had found her a new home for her family, and how quickly they had sold her father’s house; there was no mucking around when people knew you had money, things happened more quickly, more efficient somehow. She was grateful non-the-less, but it was certainly an eye opener. She knew that if she didn’t have that money behind her, her real-estate agent would have looked the other way.
Whatever the reason, they’d all moved out of her father’s house and into their new home within the month – a fully furnished, four bedroom, three bathroom home in Hunts Point, Seattle—and were settling in well. Alex had been a worry at first, he hadn’t liked the change at first but was now adjusting to his new surroundings, and it helped having his grandfather living with them. The very first day they’d moved in, Alex and her father had gone out into the backyard to play catch.
For Cassy, this was a sign that she had made the right choice; she’d stopped worrying about her decision to make the move and switch Alex’s schools. Nothing could go wrong out in the suburbs right? All the crime happened in the city, the suburbs were peaceful and crime free. At least that’s what her real-estate agent had told her and it was another reason why Cassy had decided to move.
With a stifled yawn Cassy rubbed sleep from her eyes and sat up against the pillows; it was the middle of the night when she heard a noise, at first she hadn’t been able to determine whether it was from next door or if it was coming from the front yard, but it had sounded like bins being knocked over. There could have been a number of reasons that had caused the noise. A stray dog or a cat even, but it was enough to wake her from her sleep. She was just wondering if she should get up and investigate when the sound of glass shattering downstairs made her jump and her skin crawl. Someone was in her house.
Her father was out of town after Cassy had convinced him to go visit his sister, he’d needed a holiday and he hadn’t seen his sister in years; so it was just her and Alex alone in the big house. She reached for her phone, brushing her blonde hair from her face, but it wasn’t there. The last time she’d had her phone was downstairs in the kitchen whilst she’d been making dinner, and it must have been where she had left it. Cassy cursed under her breath and quickly pushed the covers back from her legs, hurriedly swinging them over the sides before she shot to her feet and raced for the door. Alex! Whoever it was who was in her house was downstairs, but it would only be a matter of time before they made their way upstairs.
Her feet padded quickly but quietly down the hall to Alex’s room, opening the door she peeked inside to make sure he was still sleeping soundly before she softly closed it satisfied that he hadn’t woken from the noise. Her next stop was the bathroom just across the hall from her son’s room, grabbing the only things she could think of to use as a weapon against the intruder. Two aerosol cans, one hairspray and the other a can of deodorant. Both, she hoped, could be used as mace. Her heart raced against her rib cage as she moved towards the stairs, hands shaking as she held the two aerosol cans in either hand.
Cassy was thankful for the moonlight shining through the windows illuminating the stairs and the rooms beneath. It wasn’t until she’d almost reached the bottom that she spoke. “Wh-whoever you are, I’ve called the police. They’ll be here any moment, so I think y-you should leave,” Of course that was a lie, she hadn’t called anyone since her phone was still in the kitchen and she hadn’t had the land line connected yet. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” She exclaimed with more confidence, hoping that her intruder would be convinced that the police were coming and would leave.
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