"So, tell me why you are this way today, Cassandra? Why are you afraid, and so unsure of yourself?" The psychologist asked Cassandra as she fixed her skirt, waiting to write something useful down about her.
Cassandra wasn't sure how to explain herself for the hundredth time. She had been to so many psychologists for her problem. She didn't really have a problem she just had something missing from her. There was a big junk of herself that was missing and she'd never be able to get it back, no matter how many psychologists her parents signed her up to see. One man had changed Cassandra's life and that one man vanished from her life so quickly, and he took so much from her with him.
It's been six years since he had gone away and Cassandra still felt like it had happened yesterday. She knew she'd never be the same. He had showed her so many new things about life she never knew. He had showed her how to loosen up and have fun. He taught her to enjoy the unusual things in life.
As the psychologist ranted on about new self-help books Cassandra needed to read she started to drift off into a daze. Hell, she didn't need to listen to this shit. She owned about every known self-help book in America. A memory came to her mind just then. She saw him and herself lying together in his room. She nestled in the crook of his arm, listening intently to him talk about his day. He always told her about his day when he came home at night, or the next morning. His job was very interesting, and she often pried him with questions to learn about more, but he never told her too much. He said it wasn't good for her to know everything. Some things about his business were better left unsaid he had told her one night.
When Cassandra first laid eyes on him running out of the hotel complex screaming like a mad man she just knew right away that she needed to know this man. He had something beautiful and different about him. It seemed as if he had something that Cassandra didn't have in herself. He was beautiful but at the same time she was scared of him.
Maybe because he was running out of the Sun Ray Motel she had been staying at with her family, with a gun. He had a red Hawaiian shirt on and khaki pants. He was soaked with sweat and there was blood splattered on his face, and he had a gun in his hand. Before he had run out this other man had ran out of the hotel. He was limping and having what looked like were seizures and he was holding his side. There was blood all over him. Everyone was watching in the street. They were all screaming and looking around, wondering what was going to happen next.
The first man that ran out fell to his knees and as he was trying to get up, the man with the red Hawaiian shirt ran up in front of him and yelled to him something and then he finished him off by shooting him in the head. Everyone started screaming and Cassandra heard the police sirens coming closer. Two other men had run out into the street from the motel. The one was limping and the red Hawaiian shirt man had pulled the car to the front to pick the other two up and they drove away faster than anything. Everyone watched the car drive away into the sun. After that whole incident Cassandra's parents complained that they wanted to leave my Miami and go back home for the rest of the summer. Cassandra and her brother begged to differ and their parents decided to stay.
Cassandra was pleased to know that she was still staying in Miami for the summer. She needed to find out who that red Hawaiian shirt man was. He was so heroic but scary looking at the same time. She felt this man was someone she needed to be around. Not to mention the fact that he had looked very good looking for the few seconds that she looked at him while he was in the street. His face didn't leave her mind until she decided to go search for him. Cassandra felt kind of weird about her new idea, but she had never done anything like this before. She was tired of sleeping on the beach with her annoying family. She needed something to do so a few days later she decided to take a walk and hoped to find what she was looking for.