... It took a long time, and ... you don't have to worry, I wouldn't ever tell anyone else.
[Cassie opens her thermos to take a sip of that tea.]
... I didn't know my dad, for a long time. I was always told that he was dead. After my mom died, though... he showed up. Said he wanted to get to know me, said he loved my mom, that he'd only stayed away for our safety, because a lot of people wanted him dead, stuff like that. Everyone told me not to buy it, and I didn't at first. I'd been angry at him for seventeen years, what gave him the right to suddenly show up and call himself my dad? ... But he won me over. I guess I really did want his approval or something.
It makes me feel sick when I think about how easily I was manipulated. I was just a tool to him... he just wanted to create a child with the bloodline of the most powerful dark magic combined with the bloodline of the most powerful white magic, then make sure she was sad and alone enough that she would trust him and be easily molded. Could be his little puppet, his tool for war.
... Even among witches, dark magic is feared and spurned. I thought I'd finally found a place where I fit in, but ... when we found out I had it, it kinda ... strained relationships just a lil' bit. Suddenly I was just a ticking time bomb. My friends were scared of me, and my half sister ran away with her boyfriend so she could be as far away as possible from me. The only person who ever liked and accepted me for myself ... had his memory fucked with by my dad, so he couldn't remember why he liked me. To be honest, the worst part is? I don't even blame the others. I'm scared of me, too.
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[Cassie opens her thermos to take a sip of that tea.]
... I didn't know my dad, for a long time. I was always told that he was dead. After my mom died, though... he showed up. Said he wanted to get to know me, said he loved my mom, that he'd only stayed away for our safety, because a lot of people wanted him dead, stuff like that. Everyone told me not to buy it, and I didn't at first. I'd been angry at him for seventeen years, what gave him the right to suddenly show up and call himself my dad? ... But he won me over. I guess I really did want his approval or something.
It makes me feel sick when I think about how easily I was manipulated. I was just a tool to him... he just wanted to create a child with the bloodline of the most powerful dark magic combined with the bloodline of the most powerful white magic, then make sure she was sad and alone enough that she would trust him and be easily molded. Could be his little puppet, his tool for war.
... Even among witches, dark magic is feared and spurned. I thought I'd finally found a place where I fit in, but ... when we found out I had it, it kinda ... strained relationships just a lil' bit. Suddenly I was just a ticking time bomb. My friends were scared of me, and my half sister ran away with her boyfriend so she could be as far away as possible from me. The only person who ever liked and accepted me for myself ... had his memory fucked with by my dad, so he couldn't remember why he liked me. To be honest, the worst part is? I don't even blame the others. I'm scared of me, too.
... So yeah, that's me.