Cassandra's point of view
I don't know how many hours I've been looking at this wall clock, and I don't know what time is it even though I'm staring on it. The day flew by faster than usual, and I'm worried about Sierra. Even though we're enemies in Brandon's heart, I am still worried because she's still missing and I can't do anything to help them out.
For once I wanna prove to them that I didn't know she was kidnap, and wasn't involved. They might be thinking I help that insane man in order to get revenge, but little did they know I wasn't even there. I was completely innocent.
"Cassandra, you have been staring at that clock since you woke up. What's wrong with you?" My mom asked me but my mind was too occupied. I couldn't even look at her because I'm not in the mood to talk to her
