But how, Cassie? How?"Maybe," Julie said, "you are controlling my emotions. I know I love you, I've finally worked out that I've always loved you, I k...ow that now, but that part of my life has only worked properly since you got back from hospital. It's almost like you have fixed me, have helped me express my love for you as it should be expressed. How do I know what's real? How do I know I still have my free will? What about you? Are you still Cassie?"Cassie looked kindly upon Julie, not. She'd never been dumped and he dropped her like a hot potato when he found out that she'd lied to him; hell, she'd cheated on him and then attempted to blame it on him.He didn't raise his voice, or a hand to her. He simply fixed her with a gaze that shut her up and had her looking like a deer in the headlights. What he said couldn't be heard by anyone else, but you could see her visibly wilt and then break down in tears before running away. She'd finished that semester but transferred out to. When it did I managed to drag my ass to the bathroom for a quick wash and hair brush. I felt like hell, but I got moving anyway. Since Cheryl wasn't going to be at Helen's sit down, I decided to drive to Hardee's for breakfast. Since Helen opened, I had been through her brown back breakfast menu twice. I needed a break.Several of the regulars remembered me, so it was like a reunion. I caught up with their lives, but told them nothing about mine. Most knew about the leg injury from the news. ............................... My name is Jennifer Thomson and I’m eighteen years old. I live in England with my parents and my brother James. This arrangement is quite recent, I’ve been living with my aunt in America for the past few years, visiting my family only during the holidays. It was easier than staying with my family as my parents fought unfalteringly. Their incompatibility obvious to everyone but themselves, but they did it, after many, many, MANY hours of counselling. they managed.