First Blood: The Perfect Mistress

CHAPTER 10 - Year 2012

Every night, my mom would comb my hair before going to bed. She said that it would help me sleep faster. I just kept quiet that no matter how many times she would comb my hair, it couldn’t make me sleepy. I just had to pretend so she would go back to her room.

“Goodnight, darling.” She kissed my forehead before strolling towards the door. I waited until she was finally out of my room, then I hurried up to check if the door was locked. I couldn’t sleep while knowing that it wasn’t secured.  

The yellow light from the lampshade beside my table illuminated my room, making it warm and cozy; and perfect for my plan. An anticipated sigh escaped from my lips when I took off all of my clothing. When I was naked as a wee baby, I hid under the covers and turned on my phone.

I searched through my gallery until I found the video I downloaded earlier. It was something I needed to watch before going to bed. The first time I watched something like it, my body cringed and I cursed at Rachel, my Dad’s mistress for allowing such a thing to happen. I had no idea that he could do those things to a woman!

Before my mood would go sour again, I played the video of two adults having fun with their bodies outdoor. It was beside the pool where the woman leisurely lounged with nothing on her body then a man emerged from the water and aimed straight towards the woman’s thing beside her thighs.

I imagined it to be her and my body arched when he began to lick her like delectable ice cream. Soft moans and sighs escaped from my lips when I began to touch my breast. I shouldn’t dare to touch them because it’s wrong but I found out that it could help me sleep peacefully.

From my breast, my hand went lower to my tummy, to my abdomen, and stopped at the middle of my thighs. I started rubbing it slowly, and when I felt the changes in my body, I increased the tempo until I shut my eyes.

I woke up to the sound of a rooster from my alarm clock. Immediately, I got out of bed and proceed to the bathroom. I’ve read that to make a habit, I had to do it for twenty-one days. Actually, I exceeded the days already and I was positive that the habit of waking up early without relying on my alarm clock would eventually happen.

The water from the shower was cold as usual because it’s only four in the morning but my body has been used to it. Showering daily was important to me and my day couldn’t start without taking a longer bath. I would say longer because the minimum time spent inside the bathroom was one hour.

Scrubbing my skin with milk salt has to be done on an everyday basis. I was aware that it could dry up my skin but I couldn’t let any dirt remained on it. I just had to layer the skin moisturizer as well as the fragrances I used daily.

One hour in the bathroom for showering, one hour in my room to apply the essentials to my skin, and an hour to prepare and eat my breakfast. I tried to be independent because it was necessary. My mother could be taken from me anytime and I had to learn how to survive on my own.

However, for my lunchbox, my mother would prepare it for me. At six-thirty, I joined my mother in the breakfast nook. She had cereals and I had my salad sandwich.

Every day I had to get up on the schedule so that I could prepare my favorite breakfast. It may just be a sandwich but I had to process the Greek yogurt, lemon juice, and fresh herbs in our food processor. I had to prepare thin slices of fresh salad vegetables such as tomato, cucumber, and lettuce, then once everything was prepared, I could have a mouth-watering sandwich.  

“Maybe you should eat some rice, Cassie. Look at you, you are so slim!”

My mother commented on my slim figure but I liked the way I was, slim figure or not. “You will get used to it, Mom. How can I get someone to like me if I’m chubby?”

“Wait, are you planning to have a boyfriend this year?” Adrianna Anderson was horrified at the idea of her fourteen-year-old daughter having a boyfriend.

I smiled at her and replied, “No but who knows?”

“You are still young!” She exclaimed.

“It’s just a boyfriend, Mom, or a fling.” I reasoned out and she was more horrified at my response.

“Cassie!”

“I’m just kidding, Mom.”

After breakfast, I prepared for school and she got ready for the office. It had always been our routine since the day he died. Just school and home for me, and my mom, it’s office and home.

Other people considered our lifestyle boring but we barely managed to survive. The adjustment period was difficult especially for my mom who lived her life for Lance Anderson. “Maybe I should just take a cab in going to school,” I announced after she gave me my lunchbox.

“That’s nonsense, darling. Your academy is just on my way to the office. Is there another reason why you want to take a cab?”

“I want to be on my own,” I replied and her expression darkened. I stepped back when she tried to approach me but before she could hold my hand, I opened the car door.

We didn’t talk much inside the car. She focused on driving while I looked outside. My thoughts were filled on how to get back at Nancy for playing me a fool. Dave would have his time too but he’s needed because of Rachel.

“Mommy!” I screamed as loud as I could when I saw something on the street and my loud voice caused my mom to panic and she almost lost her control on the steering wheel.

“Are you alright, darling?” She asked when the car stopped at the street’s gutter.

I nodded my head and assured her that I was fine. “Don’t worry, I’m good, but I think you hit on something!”

“What did you say?”

I saw how she panicked at the thought of causing an accident. She hurried up outside the car and I followed. She screamed in horror, and I did too. Nancy’s body was lying on the ground, and her form told me that she’s hurt.

“Is she dead?”

She shook her head and when I held her hand, she was cold as ice. Her body trembled in fear and I knew why she was scared. “I’ll ask for help,” I said and ran towards the campus which was only a few meters away.