CHAPTER EIGHT

The next morning was a little unusual, I woke up to find a glowing Cas right above me smiling very weirdly

“morning sleepy head” she said as she stared deep into my eyeballs startling me

“Cas cut it out, how are you even in my room?” I said as I brushed her away and crunched up holding the duvet to myself

She lifted herself from the bed and poured herself come coffee that she seemed to have ordered

“your dad let me in, he said I should keep you some company and tell you he has gone to work and you can ask Bernard for anything you need while he’s gone” she took a sip of her coffee as she sat in front of the mirror observing herself

I remembered yesterday night’s drama and how Cas was a little responsible for me asking questions. But it actually helped though I might not have snooped and found out the real reason we left Liverpool, why I was cut off from all my friends including Ashley, especially Ashley

“your house is so cool, I didn’t tell you a machine scanned me to check if I was a threat to the house” she said shaking me out of my thoughts

“yeah we call her Emily, she’s the android de la Maison” I said stressing the Maison to show I had learnt French in middle school

Cassandra’s face went from her usual jovial self to a serious face. She was really talented at changing expression instantly and that was low key very frightening.

She cleared her throat once before staring straight at me through the mirror

“did you find out anything like you said you would?” she said not blinking as she concentrated on my face

“yes, I finally know why we moved and why I had met all my letters in the dust bin”

“you mean the trash can”

“yes the trash can whatever.

My friends turned out to be very terrible people, they made memes about the whole scenario and stuff”

“and why you moved?”

“my father said we needed a change in environment” I said as I let out a huge sigh

“which was why you moved out in the night without a notice?”

I paused right there. Something was still wrong with the story my dad had given. Why would we move late in the night at top speed just to have a change in environment? Now that wasn’t entirely true

“look I don’t know what to believe okay this whole thing is getting to much for me” I said putting my hands over my ears like a little child. The humpty dumpty pyjamas I had worn to sleep just complemented the whole look

“okay take a shower and you’ll feel better. I’ll be here going through stuff on your laptop”

she dragged the laptop closer to herself then opened it.

I sat in the bath tub for longer than I expected because when I came out fully showered and cleaned dry I met a tray of empty wraps of snacks in front of Cas. The only thing left was the M&Ms she saved for the last minute. I walked over to the mirror with my straightener to get rid of my curls

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” she said without looking up from the laptop which it seemed she was deeply engrossed in

“why”

“you have mad curls and you look better with curls than with straight hair”

I shrugged and just went on with my usual exercise to straighten the whole hair out.

She was typing so loud I tried to ignore her and concentrate more on my face. It got to a point it seemed she was actually doing it to annoy me. I couldn’t take it anymore when she hit the enter key like five times

“can you not type so loud” I said banging the straightener on the table. She turned the laptop to me instead

I saw pictures of my mum, the same ones I had seen before on my dad’s phone. Pictures of the crime scene and marks that were found on her neck. I sat down on the swivel chair beside her as I looked keenly at the pictures

“how did you get this? Did you hack into the police computers?” I said sounding so serious

“whoa slow down, I know I’m

a genius, but not that kind of genius. It’s on the internet’

“oh I see” I realized how dumb I had sounded before, this girl must think I’m stupid by now

“was your mum some kind of celebrity or something?” she said as she read the headlines of each blog that carried it

“yes she owned a reality show” a TV show which my dad never supported since he believed it never allowed us have our own private time

“look, this mark here does not look like she hung from anything” she said pointing to the picture at the top of the page

“what does that mean?”

“you said she hung herself right? That means the rope mark is supposed to be right below her chin but this one is at the midpoint of her throat” she zoomed the picture very close so I could see what she was talking about

I was getting very scared at this point. First I didn’t know Google had pictures of my mum’s death and secondly we are getting to a very nasty conclusion

“what you’re saying is…” I wanted her to conclude the whole discovery herself I might be book smarter than her but when it comes to this we are in no way close to each other

“I’m not sure but this doesn’t look like she hung herself, it looks like she was strangled”

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