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Chapter 1 – Cassie's POV
We're moving. Again.
I don't understand why the hell we can't just stay in one place. I mean Mum's excuses are getting pretty lame. This time it's because we're 'not near enough to the sea'. Mum doesn't even like beaches! I can't believe how ridiculous this is all getting. She can't run from everything that reminds her of him forever.
Allie is happy about the move, because we've never seen the sea before. I don't really care what it's like, but I keep up the excited act for my little sister. Apparently her friends from school have been telling her about day trips they've been on to the beach. I don't remember ever going on a day trip with my family at all, let alone to the beach.
Let me tell you about my family. There's my little sister Allie, my Mum and me. Allie is 6. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She has mum's deep brown eyes and tiny figure; she has gorgeous dark brown curls that she gets from our Dad. She's a sweet kid, but she's completely clueless. I'm grateful for that. Allie doesn't remember Dad. She doesn't see the pain in Mum's eyes. She sleeps through Mum screaming every night. She's never had to ring for an ambulance for her own mother. She doesn't understand that her big sister is more of a mother to her than her Mum is. She thinks moving house is something everybody does 7 or 8 times a year. And I'll always try to protect her from the truth.
Mum, well Mum is just Mum. She's depressed, all the time. 7 years ago, our Dad was killed in a car accident. He was driving home after work one night and some drunken teenager crashed into his car. He was killed instantly, I'm glad about that, my Dad should never have been made to suffer. Mum found out she was pregnant with Allie a few weeks later. She named her Allie after Dad, his name was Alex. Mum still loves Dad and I know she misses him more and more each day.
We stayed in Colorado until Allie was born, and then we moved to Ohio. Mum had to practically drag me away from my own home. We both handled Dad's death differently; I wanted to keep every memory I had, everything I had that would remind me of my Daddy I wanted, but Mum wanted to forget, anything that reminded her of him was thrown out, and so of course the house had to go too, and the state.
Ever since then we've moved house every time Mum found something else to bring back the memories that I know she sees anyway. I know she wants to move to Washington because there we can be near the sea, something that never happened with Dad.
I've always had to care for Mum. She was such a state for the first few years. She took care of Allie brilliantly though, thank God. She ignored me though, for about 3 years I lived my own life, without my Mum. I grew up fast that way. Then, one day when I was 13, I came home from school and found Allie playing in the kitchen on her own. It was odd because Mum hadn't left her side for one second in 3 years. I searched the whole house calling for my Mum. I found her passed out on the bathroom floor, an empty bottle of pills beside her. I phoned an ambulance, and then I sat in a hospital waiting room for hours whilst they saved her life.
Ever since then Mum has been better. She tries to take care of us both a lot more. I still have to do all the shopping and cooking and washing, but she has a job now so at least we have some money. I work too, at the local restaurant, washing up. It gets us that little bit extra that makes a difference. She's not changed completely though; the memories still haunt her, she still cries most of the time, she still refuses to stay in way place too long. The one bad thing that came of the incident is that she doesn't look after Allie like she used to. I do that now; I read to her before bed, I wash her and dress her for school, I help her with her homework, and I play with her. Mum keeps herself to herself.
So we're leaving again. It's been a while since we had to, 6 months. Today I go to bed in Arizona, tomorrow I'll be in Washington. La Push to be precise. Mum says that it's a small reservation in the far West, right by the beach. She says it's supposed to be very pretty. It's Washington, so it will be wet, but I don't mind the rain. Not many people live there, but there's a school which I've already enrolled myself in. I don't know much else about the place be my home, I don't need to, because we'll be gone again soon enough.
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