chapter 27

CASSANDRA’S POV

Waiting in my room after ending up tired of all the banging on the door I plop myself on my bed.

Everything is same as I left few years ago, the blue walls with white frames of photo frames hanging on the wall. No one picture contains my dad. How would it be if he spent out of home most of the time escaping from our happy moments for his own selfish goals!

Two study tables with chairs are kept untouched since the last time we used them and clean. My room was Jackson and mine study room while we set up his room as play room with two pc's and speakers with our PlayStation. His room is of black painted walls with graffiti on it which we both drew when we were teenagers.

I remember how our parents wanted us to have a separate playroom but we choose to make it work out like this, which our father used to complain every time when he found me along Jackson’s friends in his room.

His say was that those games weren’t for me, instead of tagging him I should have a Barbi