He is my Light

Chapter 3.

Cassie's POV

"Look officer, I can't talk much but I need you to come to my house, their is a guy trying to hurt me. My address is 123 Carol Street. Bye." I hangup. 

"There coming mom." I told her. She just nodded her head. All of a sudden, we hear a loud band and see that my moms bedroom door flew open. Somehow Tray saw me and started walking towards me but before he made it, my mom hit him in the head with her bat.

We walked down stairs and waited 10 minutes for the police to show up and while they walked Tray to the front door he chuckled evilly and said "The others will come for you."

We stayed down stairs talking to the police for 10 minutes. Once everything cleared up, I trudged up the stairs. I laid down on my bed thinking about what he said. The others will come for you. What others? And what do they want with me? The entire night, I couldn't fall asleep.

*Time skip to morning*

Well, I got about 2 hours of sleep. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. To my suprise, my mom was already in the kitchen.

"Hey mom, what are you doing up?" I asked her.

"Well, there are a lot of reasons for that." She said back. What does she mean?

"Well, I'm here to listen, go on." I said back.

"Ok, ever since last night, I haven't figured out how to fix your problem an-" I cut her off.

"Mom, he's locked up, he can't get to me." I said back like it was obvious, because it is.

"Did you not hear what that dingbat said? The others ar-" She stopped herself and gasped. "No, no. It can't be. They weren't supposed to find you yet. Your not of age." She mumbled to herself but i heard her loud and clear.

"Mom, what do you mean? What am I not of age for?" I asked her. She didn't even acknowledge what I said. Now that got on my nerves. It has something to do with me so I should know what it is, right?

"You not knowing only makes s**t worse. But you can't freaking know until you eight-f*****g-teen." She screamed out. "They weren't supposed to find out yet! They weren't supposed to find you yet. This is all wrong! Your not old enough." She said. What does she mean? She walked in front of me at the bar and slammed her hands on the table. I jumped back in shock. Her hands stayed on the table but her eyes started tearing up and I have no idea why.

"Mom, look. It's going to be fine. I'm going to be fine." I reassured her, walking up to her and putting a comforting hand on her back. "Mom?" I ask. She look up at me.

"Hmm?" She asked. Well now that I know I have her attention...

 "Remember when you told me that if I communicated with you then It would make things better?" I asked her.

"Yes sweetheart, your point?" She asked. Wow, she really is clueless. 

"Well, you need to communicate with me." I told her. Her whole mood changed from calm to angry.

"You don't understand Cassie, you will get us f*****g killed!" She yelled at me and pushed my hand off her back. 

"Mom, you need to tell me so I can help!" I scream back at her.

"You'll only make the situation worse. Your not supposed to know yet. Not until your 18." She said. We both just stood there, quietly staring at each other. A tear slid down my face but I quickly wiped it hoping she didn't see it. She didn't trust me.

"There's only one thing to do. Pack you bags. Only bring the necessary items. You don't need your whole f*****g room." She said in a serious tone. The amount of seriousness in her voice scarred me so I freaking RAN to my room.

I started packing the things I needed and about an hour later I was done and putting my bags down by the door. I had a totally of 5 bags. 

"So what's happening mom? Where are we going?" I asked her after she was done talking to someone on the phone

"Not WE sweety, YOU. And you are going to LA." She said so casually. There is NOTHING casual about me going to another state by myself now even knowing the reason.

"What??!?" I yell at her. Is she crazy? I know I'm going to be 18 in a couple of months and I'll be going to College soon but I'm still 17.

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