Chapter Forty Seven- Tears of Terror

Once I hit the first light I burst out into tears. They streamed down my face like a river meeting a waterfall.

I drove to Emma's hoping that she was at her new apartment and not at her old house. I didn't know where else to go.

I felt very fragile, very broken, and very very afraid of what I was going to do; of what was happening.

I parked the car and dragged myself to the stairs, and up to Emma's door trying to stop the flood of tears.

I knocked. God even the knock sounded sadden, if that is even possible.

She opened the door a few minutes later. She was in her pajamas with her hair up in a pony tail.

"Cassie?" She asked her face in shock.

"I...I didn't know where else to go" I said shakily.

She ushered me in and shut the door behind her. Then she led me to her couch. I noticed all the boxes still around everywhere. She had only moved in a week ago, so the surroundings were all new to me.

She sat crossed legged facing me. "What's wrong?"

"T-Tom and I...broke up" I said stuttering. Saying his name ripped my throat, causing it to burn like no pain I had ever experienced.

"What?!" She asked shocked "What happened?"

I took five quick breaths before I began to explain "My old friends called me today and they said that I had changed. I didn't believe them at first, but then I soon realized that they were right. My whole life is Tom. When he came back, from walking Timber, I wanted to talk, just talk about me getting a job or something along those lines, so that my life had at least some diversity. And then he got all pissed and offended and started yelling and then he said that I wasn't committed to our relationship and that that is the reason why Will did all of that to me, even after he knew, he freaking knew all of the shit Will did "

My hand flew to my mouth when I saw Emma's mouth drop open. Great now I'm going to have to tell her about Will, this is weird that she didn't ask before.

"Will? That guy that Tom got into a fight with?"

I leaned back in her couch, still tears streaming down my face from my eyes.

"Will and I use to date. He was actually the only boyfriend I had before Tom. And well he was an alcoholic and he abused me and cheated on me and a whole bunch of bad stuff" I said summing up the very long story.

"And Tom said that you not being committed to Will is the reason why he abused you?" She asked getting mad.

I nodded my head.

"I can't believe that he said that, he just got so mad, and that was the breaking point for me. When I told him that I never thought that he would throw all of it back in my face.

"And commitment? How could I be more committed to him? I gave up my job, I moved in with him; giving up my home, I neglected my friends, I waited for you guys when you were gone and I was all alone, I did everything I was supposed to, I even cussed out my dad for him, so now my dad hates me. And my brother is disappointed in me."

I looked to her sad eyes. "I gave up my life for him" I burst out into tears again.

She rushed to throw her arms around me in a hug that I needed. "What more could he want?" I blubbered

"Tom is an idiot have you not noticed that? He is a big fat jerk. You could do better than him."

I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Honestly Cas, you could. Tom isn't some god or anything."

I sighed still crying.

I slept on Em's couch for a few days, debating on what I should do. It wasn't until I overheard the conversation between her and Dan that I made up my mind. The conversation went like this:

I laid on the couch pretending to be asleep, with Emma in the kitchen whispering just loud enough to hear the conversation.

"Yeah she is here" Em sighed "He what?!" She asked shocked. "Tore it all up?....He crashed that car again...well he should be pissed, it is his fault...he said it was her fault?!" I squeezed my eyes tight "The next time I see him I swear-" she sighed again "I don't know how she is doing, she just sits around here, sometimes crying, sometimes just staring into space...it's like she is empty, which just gets me depressed....Hopefully this will pass over...yeah I'll talk to you later" She hung up the phone.

I walked into her kitchen slowly. I felt disgusting and very unattractive.

"Em can you do me a favor?" I asked

"Yeah anything Cas...what do you need?" She asked getting happier that I was actually interacting.

"Can you find out the next time that both Dan and Tom" saying his name burned my throat. Where it use to roll off my tongue it stuttered. "are going to be out of the house?"

Her face fell. She knew why I wanted to go into the house with both of them gone. "Cas don't rush anything...this is just a fight it will blow over"

I leaned up against the back of her couch crossing my arms across my chest, and shook my head "No It's not. My life is a mess, and it's because of him, and me that it is that way...I need to fix it."

"That's not a good enough reason Cas" Em disagreed

"You don't understand. He scared me, he trampled over me, he didn't listen; which is all I wanted for him to do anyway." I took a deep breath "I...I don't...I don't want to be with him anymore"

Her eyes widened "You don't mean that...you can't...you two are perfect"

I walked back to the other side of the couch, picking at the throw that was resting peacefully on the cushion "No one is perfect"

She sighed "I'll call Dan"

That's why I'm standing here right now. Alone right in front of the front door. Em offered to help, but I didn't want her to. I wanted to do this by myself.

I opened the door. The house was dark and empty, except for a few seconds later Timber came barreling down the hallway.

I chocked out a laugh as I bent down to pet him, rubbing his fur on my face; remembering the scent as tears started falling yet again. "I'm going to miss you Timber...I love you"

Timber, being a dog, didn't understand a word I said. His tail just kept wagging as I walked up the stairs with him right behind me. God I'm going to miss that dog.

I took in a deep breath before I opened the door to Tom's room.

Many things were broken. A lamp, picture frames, even one of his guitars was in crumbles on the floor in a corner. Some of my clothes were thrown on the bed, that wasn't made.

I sighed, not bothering to wipe the silent tears that were streaming down my face. I walked into the back of his closet to wear the boxes still were from when I moved in. I grabbed a few, and started throwing, literally, the clothes in the closet and drawers into the boxes. It took me a few minutes. Then I moved to the bathroom and threw all of my stuff into another box.

I wanted to get out and as far away from this place as fast as I could, which might be why I was done within the same hour.

I had to go to Dan's room to get a bunch of my Harry Potter stuff, which almost made me laugh...almost.

I had one box left in Tom's room to pack, when I walked back into the house for the fifth time. I started packing the rest of my replicas into the box. I picked up Draco's wand lightly. I didn't want it...I didn't want anything that reminded me of him.

I closed the box and walked to the door, turning off the light, I took one glimpse back before I left, leaving the wand on the bed.

-Third Person-

Tom sighed slouching in the passenger side of Dan's car. His trip to see his brother did not make him any happier, with all of the questions James had asked only made him more upset.

"So what are we doing tonight?" Dan asked looking sideways at Tom, who just glared at him.

"It's not my fault you and Cassie had a fight" Dan said offended, as he pulled up into the drive way.

Tom with his face almost permanently in a glare stepped out of the car and opened the back door. Timber came running to greet him like he always did.

Tom sighed and bent down to say hello, but soon he stopped petting Timber. He noticed only too quickly how Timber smelt like Cassie, how the scent was a mixture of sweet flowers and the smell of fall.

He stood up slowly and walked quickly up the stairs and flung the door open into his room.

His heart fell dramatically. Everything was different than the way he left it this morning. Cassie's clothes that he kept close to him; just to remember her smell; just to imagine that she was there safe in his arms, was gone. Everything that had ever belonged to Cassie was gone.

Tom sighed running his fingers greedily through his blonde locks as he set on the end of his bed.

Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed the blackness of the wand pop out against the green comforter. He picked it up. It was so familiar to him, yet it was completely different. It was Cassie's...it was the only thing he had left of her. But this crushed him, smothered him into the ground. She was gone...she was never coming back, that was clear. They had really broken up. She had really broken his heart, and then took the pieces with her.