Rescued By An Angel (Literally)

Rescued By An Angel (Literally) Chapter 1

Chapter 1 : Dear Mommy.....

I stared out the window of the taxi blankly, barely taking in the vast countryside around me or the fact that it was pissing rain.

I hated being in the taxi.

And not just because the driver needed a twenty litre can of deodorant.

Because the car reminded me of my parents who I'm trying to blot out.

The feelings just to raw for me right now.

I shook my head to try and get the thoughts my parents out of my head. I leaned forward to speak to the driver, trying hard not to breath in, I didn't fancy death by B.O. "Hey, are we almost there yet?" He grunted, and had a racking fit of coughs, then he gasped a reply, "Five minutes at the most."

I smiled happily inside, five more minutes of B.O man and then I'm was outta here. The roads were crap, all potholes and loose chips, and I bounced in the backseat with the cars movement.

Let me tell you about myself, my name is Cassy Freeman, and I'm 16. Two weeks ago my parents died in a car crash. We were travelling at four in the morning home from one of dad's fancy do's, and a car ploughed into us.

The bastard who drove into us just left us there.

I was stuck in a car wreck for hours, next to the lifeless bodies of my parents.

A week ago, it was my parent's funeral. I couldn't cry. I couldn't do anything but stand there. Outside I must have loooked calm, but inside I was a mess, and if I'm to be perfectly honest, I still am a mess. I have nobody to turn to, I've been left alone.

In my parents will, it stated I was to be left in the care of my mums best friend, Cher. The only problem is she lives on the other side of the county, so I've had to move.

That's where I'm headed for right now.

And I'm glad I'm moving.

A new house, new people, new area and a new school.

I'm not trying to forget my parents, I just want to get away from anything that reminds me of them. Our house was painful for me to even think about entering.

I could even still smell mums lingering perfume.

I blinked tears from my eyes hastily, and distracted myself with thoughts of Cher's house. She lived in the inner city in a house built four centuries ago, and it was like a palace. Cher was like an aunt to me, she was always there for me. She had sorted out my whole move, and picked a school for me and the job lot.

Suddenly the taxi squealed to a halt, and I realized we were outside Cher's house. The taxi driver grunted, and heaved his overweight body out the car and started unloading all my stuff. And by stuff I mean suitcase and cat basket.

I didn't bring much, Cher organised a moving van days ago so all my stuff would be here when I arrived.

I heard a shriek of pure joy, and Cher bolted down the steps of her house, stumbling on the last one. "Ah Cassy! Baby! So glad to see you made it! Come in, I've got everything ready!" Cher bundled a pile of notes into the taxi drivers hand, and wrinkled her nose t his B.O problem. "Jaysus, dude. You stink. Deodorant. Buy it."

I stifled a giggle, Cher was always brutally honest, never caring who she offended. The taxi driver flushed slightly and grunted, then he drove away. I laughed so hard she collapsed on the steps leading up to the house.

Inside there was a war going on.

Why was I laughing when I felt so alone?

Shouldn't I be crying?

Confusion abruptly put a stop to my laughter, and I felt like a failure.

Outside, I wore a plastered on smile, but it was plastic. As fake as Cher's boobs.

Which were very fake.

Cher took my hand, and gently lead me inside, straight up to my new bedroom. I didn't bother looking at anything.

I searched for paper, and wrote a letter.

A letter to my mum.

And I started it :

Dear Mommy.....