Love At First Fight

Chapter 008

Chapter 008

On the drive to James' gym, Sophie suggests that we put on her CD that she brought from her house. I agree, being the kind person I was... but how wrong was my kindness. When Miley Cyrus' voice started to play 'we can't stop', I almost jump out of the car screaming whilst my ears bleed. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I refuse to listen to her.

James, being the sane person he was, cut the engine and told her to get out and walk. After that we made it perfectly simple that we are not to listen to any sort of Miley Cyrus music, we drove listening to the radio. Sophie was awesome and all, but seriously? Miley, her music taste was terrible. Miley, Justin, Usher. She should just be put into a mental institution right now.

The night was long and hard, we'd fight, have a break then fight again. At the moment, I'm on my second break, I shut every one out and thought about everything going on in my life. That's always my best plan, to build up my emotions, then let them out through anger. The Blue House Institution letter, my dad, it was all so wrong. I stood up and turn on the treadmill. "Cass, what are you doing?"

"Shut up."

James rolls his eyes and walks away. "Whatever, just build it up and only for ten minutes. We need to get straight back to punches." He's stupid. Build it up my ass. I would way prefer to push my foot up his ass and get this working fast and hard.

I keep pressing the up button, the speed of the treadmill increasing. My legs move fast, faster than before. "Cassidy, maybe you should stop. Before James goes in a girly fit..." Sophie looks at me, concern flashing through her eyes. Don't be concerned, it's just a cheap treadmill. What could go wrong?

I shake my head and continue at a fast pace. James walks back in from the kitchen, he stares at me and glares. What? He needs a chill pill, just like my mother. The anger on his face almost makes me want to back down, however I don't. "Stop." He says, anger lacing his voice.

"No."

"Now."

"No!"

He slams his fist on a table, "It wasn't a question!" He shouts back and I flinch, pressing the emergency stop on the running machine. "Thank you." He says calmly.

My body is frozen, if I kept on running I would have most likely fallen off it. "What?" I whisper. Sophie stands by, far away from us, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Don't speak to me like that." I glare at him breathlessly. He returns the glare.

"I have every right to."

That's just what my father said before he was locked up in a crazy house. "You really don't." I step of the treadmill and grab my bag. "I'll see you tomorrow. Good-bye Soph." She waves a little before I leave the building. Have you ever felt like just breaking down, just for no reason, cry so much you could flood a river? That's exactly what I felt like doing right now.

My baby sisters won't live to see 2014, they'll die of hunger, dehydration. My brother is sneaking off in the middle of the night, missing his lessons. My mum is on the edge of losing everything, my dad is dead. We are so close to losing the house too. We'll be living on the streets in no time.

I look both ways, left and right. Left, I'm never right anyways. I begin my walk to the opposite path from home. Where am I going again? The park. That one place where I could just sit there, look at the reflection from the moon on the lake water and watch as the wind causes goose bumps to erupt all over my arms and neck.

Needing somewhere to gather my mind, I spot a bench, near the lake water. The moon was in a perfect position, it reflects onto the water, and the tree's cast shadows all around me. The nearest lamp post is at least fifty yards away from where I sat now.