As Cassie was laying in her mom's room, well her old room, she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" There was no reply to her question, only louder banging on the door.
Cassie got up and opened the door to find Jonathan and Sami leaning against the doorway. They exchanged glances then Jon walked in, followed by Sami.
"What do you want?"
"Nice to see yo-" Jon smirked as he got cut off.
"What the hell do you want?!"
"Sami told me to come. Said he needs to talk to you about something before we left for Hell, also known as school."
"You're here, why?"
"It involves me too." "Get out. Get out now and don't come back."
"Hey now, let's be friendly here." Sami tried to make peace.
"Fuck off Sami, fuck you both." They both looked very shocked.
"Get out of here, now." Cassie glared at them both as she walked to the bedroom door and slammed it shut.
She tried to lay down and fall asleep when she heard them leave, but she couldn't. As she stood up to exit the room, she sighed. She left the room and walked around, with her cell phone in her hand. She was looking at the newly hung photos of her mom, her dad, and herself. She stared at the one of her mom and her at her dad's funeral. She felt a tear run down her cheek, but she quickly wiped it away when she remembered something her father left to her. Cassie's mom never knew about it, but when Cassie was just 10 years old, her dad taught her to shoot a gun and gave her a gun of her own. She went to her room and took out the gun. It was a beautiful Airsoft gun. When she first got it, with the name Airsoft, she thought it was a nice, non-violent gun.
Man, was she wrong!
She was smiling at the memories of her dad teaching her to shoot. She was so lost in memory that she didn't hear someone walk into the apartment.
"You're not going to do what I think you're going to do with that, are you?" She jumped a little at the sound of the voice.
"What do you think in going to do?" She turned around.
"You think I'm going to suicide?" He shrugged.
"You don't have your shoes on. Don't people in foreign countries do that before they commit suicide?"
"Jon, that's common in Japan, not England."
"Same difference."
"Not at all. I'm not even thinking about suicide. That'd be stupid."
"Really?"
"I don't mean that suicide is stupid. What I mean is, it'd be stupid for me to. It would seem so important if I did, because of my mom, but what about the kids and teens that no one would care? The kids that don't have families or friends, and they want to leave. They get no importance, so why should I take the importance that I can give to them?" He said silent for a few seconds.
"Let's go take a walk around town. Leave your gun here, please." Cassie nodded and stood up, looking at Jon before leaving the apartment.
They walked around, and stayed quiet for a while. Cassie was standing really close to Jon, because she didn't want to get lost.
"Calm down, Kid. It's a small town, you won't get lost." Cassie silently nodded.
"Jon, aren't you supposed to be in school?"
"Aren't you supposed to be too?"
"Yeah, I guess.."
"Don't worry, I do this all the time."
"Skip school?"
"No, leave school. I go for a few minutes so they think I'm there, then I leave for an hour or so then go back. This time, you're coming with me."
"What? No!"
"It wasn't a question."
"Jon, I'm not ready to go back yet.." He stared at me and stopped walking.
"Let me tell you what will happen if you don't; you'll stay in your apartment for weeks, like you have been, you'll run out of money, you'll become way skinner than you are now, and you'll start doing drugs."
"None of that will happen! I'm not going back to the school. I'll probably just drop out."
"No, you won't. Here's something you didn't know, when Sami and I were training together with your mother as our trainer, she told us both to watch out for you, and make sure nothing happened to you."
"Wh-Why would she tell you that?" He continued walking, but back to the apartment, and he dragged Cassie with him.
She was confused about so many things. Why did her mom want them to protect her? She was lost in her train of thought, that she didn't even realize they were already at the apartment.
"Yours or mine?" Jon walked up the concrete steps towards the towering home.
"Depends on what you're going to tell me..."
"Fine, we'll go to mine." Jon lead Cassie up to his apartment then stopped.
"Y'know what? Why don't we go to yours instead?"
"Okay..?"
Cassie slowly walked up to the apartment, and she had a horrible feeling about what would happen. As they made their way into the apartment, Cassie stayed quiet and sat on the floor against the wall, beaming her eyes at Jon.
How in the hell am I going to tell Cassie this? It's gonna' break her heart, I suppose.
Jon's thought were racing as he tried to figure out what to do. He nonchalantly sat on the floor across from Cassie and relaxed.
"So, why did you come here, Cas'?"
"My mom got a job here.."
"Didn't she have a job back where you were from?"
"Yeah."
"Then why did she need a new one?"
"Why do you ask so many questions?" Cassie got up and walked to the kitchen to grab herself something to drink then sat back down.
"Okay, next question; Did your mom do drugs?"
"What are you, a police officer? No, she didn't do drugs! I mean, occasionally when she was really stressed, she'd shoot up, but not often."
"That's what you think."
"What do you mean?"
"I have proof of this, but I don't think your mom got in a car accident. I've been in enough drug situations to know what happens as a repercussion of not paying for your fix."
"Are you saying my mom was a druggie?!"
"That's what I'm sayin'."
"She was not a druggie!" Tears were brimming Cassie's eyes as she listened to Jon explain his theory.
"Story time, kid."
"Stop calling me kid.."
"Shut up and listen. This was told to me by your mom. In England, after your dad was shot, she was so stressed-"
"-She started doing drugs and alcohol, yeah I know." Jon glared at her.
"Shut up. She abused drugs and alcohol until you were 14, right? Anyway, she moved here partially because of the job, but then again she needed her fix. Now, I know how the drug business works, and it's not pretty. If you can't pay for your habit, you get punished-"
"Stop, Jon. I don't need to hear anymore."
"-in the worst ways possible. She couldn't pay for any of her fix, she owes a lot." Jon stared directly at her.
"You might need that gun." He got up and walked out of the apartment.