Chapter 14
Cassie was watching the news when Amy walked in, "Anything good on?" She asked.
"Just the news," Cassie smiled.
Amy smiled back, "Can I ask you for advice?"
"About what?" Cassie asked.
"Dealing with boys," Amy said finally.
Cassie nearly choked on the Coke she was drinking, "Do you have a secret admirer?" She teased.
'If you only knew,' Amy thought. "Yes I do."
"Then what's the problem?" Cassie asked.
Amy turned red, "well, there's this boy, and he really likes me. But I don't like him. I've told him every way you can tell a guy no, but he won't listen. I've even threatened to use my weapon against because I feel like he's stalking me. He won't take no for an answer, so what should I do?"
"Then you should tell the police," Cassie said flatly, "If this man is a stalker, then he needs to be put in the nuthouse."
"The police can't deal with this guy," Amy said flatly, "If they don't end up getting bought out by him, he certainly has enough money order hits on people."
Cassie looked at Amy, "So your saying this guy is filthy rich?"
"In a word, yes," Amy responded.
Cassie got up from the couch and walked over to Amy, "you need to tell someone," she said, "by not telling anyone, he's forcing you to live in fear. If not for yourself, than fear for your friends."
Amy looked at Cassie with a sad smile.
"I know fear," Cassie sighed, "Everyday, when I went to take my final exams last year, I was always afraid that another nut would walk into the classroom and kill someone." Tears began to well up in Cassie's eyes, "the last day of class was hell because some Freshman with a 9mm walked into the cafeteria and started shooting. My friend Teresa was hit and died in my arms by one of the shooter's bullets. I got some of Teresa's blood and brains on my shirt and I haven't washed the shirt ever since the shooting happened." Amy started to hear Cassie sob, "I was afraid that if I went to school for final exams, someone else was going to walk in and start shooting. After Teresa's funeral, I was afraid to go back to school, or anywhere. But then I realized that if I lived in fear of going out into the world, then I've let that piece of shit win. And that was one victory I wasn't going to let him have."
"But you're still afraid to lose friends," Amy pointed out.
Cassie nodded, "That's why I don't want you to go through this alone. I don't want to lose you like I lost Teresa."
Amy's mind was going back in time, "And I don't want to lose you, Sara, or David like I lost Miranda."
Cassie smiled, "I guess we have more in common than we thought."
"Yeah," Amy smiled.
Cassie was watching the news when Amy walked in, "Anything good on?" She asked.
"Just the news," Cassie smiled.
Amy smiled back, "Can I ask you for advice?"
"About what?" Cassie asked.
"Dealing with boys," Amy said finally.
Cassie nearly choked on the Coke she was drinking, "Do you have a secret admirer?" She teased.
'If you only knew,' Amy thought. "Yes I do."
"Then what's the problem?" Cassie asked.
Amy turned red, "well, there's this boy, and he really likes me. But I don't like him. I've told him every way you can tell a guy no, but he won't listen. I've even threatened to use my weapon against because I feel like he's stalking me. He won't take no for an answer, so what should I do?"
"Then you should tell the police," Cassie said flatly, "If this man is a stalker, then he needs to be put in the nuthouse."
"The police can't deal with this guy," Amy said flatly, "If they don't end up getting bought out by him, he certainly has enough money order hits on people."
Cassie looked at Amy, "So your saying this guy is filthy rich?"
"In a word, yes," Amy responded.
Cassie got up from the couch and walked over to Amy, "you need to tell someone," she said, "by not telling anyone, he's forcing you to live in fear. If not for yourself, than fear for your friends."
Amy looked at Cassie with a sad smile.
"I know fear," Cassie sighed, "Everyday, when I went to take my final exams last year, I was always afraid that another nut would walk into the classroom and kill someone." Tears began to well up in Cassie's eyes, "the last day of class was hell because some Freshman with a 9mm walked into the cafeteria and started shooting. My friend Teresa was hit and died in my arms by one of the shooter's bullets. I got some of Teresa's blood and brains on my shirt and I haven't washed the shirt ever since the shooting happened." Amy started to hear Cassie sob, "I was afraid that if I went to school for final exams, someone else was going to walk in and start shooting. After Teresa's funeral, I was afraid to go back to school, or anywhere. But then I realized that if I lived in fear of going out into the world, then I've let that piece of shit win. And that was one victory I wasn't going to let him have."
"But you're still afraid to lose friends," Amy pointed out.
Cassie nodded, "That's why I don't want you to go through this alone. I don't want to lose you like I lost Teresa."
Amy's mind was going back in time, "And I don't want to lose you, Sara, or David like I lost Miranda."
Cassie smiled, "I guess we have more in common than we thought."
"Yeah," Amy smiled.