Post by Cassidy Russel on Sept 10, 2013 17:40:32 GMT -8
“You have always been jealous of me! I don't blame you... I mean, I'm perfect.” Cassidy snapped as she reached for a bottle of wine. She'd developed a 'need' for the drink during stressful situations like this. She hadn't intended on getting into an argument with her younger sister, well, maybe she had. She'd walked into the kitchen ranting about this and that until she reached a new low and accused Amanda of being the cause of all her issues. “Jealous of you?” Elizabeth actually laughed as she stood up from the bar stool, “Why would I be jealous of a girl who thinks that she's better than everyone else just because she was a cheerleader? Or prom queen? This isn't high school anymore, Cass. Welcome to the real world... Grow up now.” She hissed as she stormed over to the fridge to grab a small bottle of apple juice and a cheese stick to bring to her two year old daughter who was currently sitting on the living room floor coloring. She was a good mother and she didn't want her little girl to be scared about all of the arguing going on just a few feet away from her.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I would say that your birth control is having a strange affect on you but we both know that you're too stupid to let one accident force you into protecting yourself.” The older of the two knew better than what she was about to say. “It's not my fault that I'm twenty-one and immature! I was smart enough to use a fucking condom at sixteen and didn’t end up with a little mistake tying me down. How's Mike by the way? Bet he's so glad that you took his daughter and left, right? Looks like I'm not the only one who needs to grow up.” She'd been the little mistake once, hadn't she? She'd been the product of a sixteen year old getting pregnant and yet here she was judging someone for it. She hadn't had a difficult childhood due to her teenage parents. She'd always been happy and she got whatever she needed or wanted which is what had caused her clearly entitled attitude. She was obviously pleased when her sister picked her child up and left the room. She hadn't meant to start yet another feud between them.
She wasn't even that angry about their fight. She was more angry about the way that her life was going. She'd gotten rejected for more roles in the past week than she ever imagined possible. She was so used to just walking into auditions and getting parts. Working for them never seemed necessary. She was talented, no denying that, but she still had yet to learn that she couldn't just depend on that to get doors open. She'd need to work her way from the bottom up, no skipping just because she was attractive. Her attitude was horrible when she was offered smaller non-leading roles causing a diva reputation. She just wasn't famous enough for that type of behavior.
Broadway had been her dream since she was just a little girl. What was she going to do with herself if she couldn't make it? She'd never dealt well with things not going her way and she ran from most every hard situation that she'd ever faced. She'd left New York for Los Angeles when she felt like she couldn't stay in her long-term high school relationship and couldn't face breaking it off like an adult. Now, she was leaving Los Angeles for well anywhere since she couldn't handle how the city worked. She didn't want to be alone this time though, did she? She'd always ran away all alone. She felt like it was better this way. You don't have to worry about anyone screwing up the plan with their homesickness or doubts. It was so much easier to just pack everything up in her, well, Jeremiah's car and leave. She didn't usually borrow his car but she felt like he wouldn't mind trading for 'just like a week'.
He loved her car, right? She'd texted him with some lie about how she needed to buy some big pieces for the house and his Range Rover obviously had more space for that kind of thing. He didn't need to know that she was planning on taking as much of her stuff as she could and just leaving town. She wouldn't be entirely alone, right? She had Biscuit! The dog wasn't much of a conversationalist but she was a wonderful listener. Who needs other humans when you have a fabulous older dog like hers? The hardest part of this whole thing was unexpected - she didn't want to never see or talk to Cole again. Did she even know him well enough to invite him to travel the world with her and her dog?
“What the fuck are you talking about? I would say that your birth control is having a strange affect on you but we both know that you're too stupid to let one accident force you into protecting yourself.” The older of the two knew better than what she was about to say. “It's not my fault that I'm twenty-one and immature! I was smart enough to use a fucking condom at sixteen and didn’t end up with a little mistake tying me down. How's Mike by the way? Bet he's so glad that you took his daughter and left, right? Looks like I'm not the only one who needs to grow up.” She'd been the little mistake once, hadn't she? She'd been the product of a sixteen year old getting pregnant and yet here she was judging someone for it. She hadn't had a difficult childhood due to her teenage parents. She'd always been happy and she got whatever she needed or wanted which is what had caused her clearly entitled attitude. She was obviously pleased when her sister picked her child up and left the room. She hadn't meant to start yet another feud between them.
She wasn't even that angry about their fight. She was more angry about the way that her life was going. She'd gotten rejected for more roles in the past week than she ever imagined possible. She was so used to just walking into auditions and getting parts. Working for them never seemed necessary. She was talented, no denying that, but she still had yet to learn that she couldn't just depend on that to get doors open. She'd need to work her way from the bottom up, no skipping just because she was attractive. Her attitude was horrible when she was offered smaller non-leading roles causing a diva reputation. She just wasn't famous enough for that type of behavior.
Broadway had been her dream since she was just a little girl. What was she going to do with herself if she couldn't make it? She'd never dealt well with things not going her way and she ran from most every hard situation that she'd ever faced. She'd left New York for Los Angeles when she felt like she couldn't stay in her long-term high school relationship and couldn't face breaking it off like an adult. Now, she was leaving Los Angeles for well anywhere since she couldn't handle how the city worked. She didn't want to be alone this time though, did she? She'd always ran away all alone. She felt like it was better this way. You don't have to worry about anyone screwing up the plan with their homesickness or doubts. It was so much easier to just pack everything up in her, well, Jeremiah's car and leave. She didn't usually borrow his car but she felt like he wouldn't mind trading for 'just like a week'.
He loved her car, right? She'd texted him with some lie about how she needed to buy some big pieces for the house and his Range Rover obviously had more space for that kind of thing. He didn't need to know that she was planning on taking as much of her stuff as she could and just leaving town. She wouldn't be entirely alone, right? She had Biscuit! The dog wasn't much of a conversationalist but she was a wonderful listener. Who needs other humans when you have a fabulous older dog like hers? The hardest part of this whole thing was unexpected - she didn't want to never see or talk to Cole again. Did she even know him well enough to invite him to travel the world with her and her dog?
