Scorned

Where Cassandra was from, it was a grungy city with boarded up windows. An old factory place called Hammer town in North America. Way on the East coast of the Liberal land is where she called her home sweet home on Barton Street East, next to the number 2 bus stop with permanent marker pee pee's sketched on it. The clouds always seem to be grey there. One never knows if it is from chem trails, or pollution from the factories surrounding, but everyone in Hammer town seem to end up with breathing issues, but they don't care because they smoke 5 packs of reservation cigarettes a day. Sunny days are always overly hot and humid. The sticky kind of heat that makes you curse the power companies for making AC so darn expensive!

Cassandra Drummond, a beautiful young lady in her twenties, familiar with the street life. Sensual, and kind despite the places she had been in life. Loved to party and hang out at night time to escape the sleepless nights, boredom, and lack of emotional attention she received at home on Barton Street East. Met up one wild night with a tall, Caucasian, red headed man with gorgeous blue eyes which twinkled in the moonlight a hint of mischievousness. That was her type. 6 feet tall, thin, and true to the street life, with real prison style tattoos to prove it. She hooked up with him instantly. He was down, she was more down, and they started a red headed love affair. Freckles met freckles in a close up and personal embrace which created a stalker bond to go down in Hammer Town history! Right after Cassandra began her hustle with the friends and family. After all, a girl's gotta eat! Cassandra would break into the refrigerators and eat all that scrumptious cake. When questioned she would say, "I am eating for two"! CLASSIC! Who would be mad at that? Cassandra was a modern genius of her time.

One past midnight night, Cassandra was up in the attic with her boo "Red" who was actually "White" but he did not identify as such, so Red we have to call him. Liberal land rules after-all reign supreme in North American Hammer-town. She was lounging like a boss on her mattress in her gypsy style, fairy light, curtain looking unfinished attic space. Red came in on a meth induced state likely raging about where he put his cigarettes. All of the sudden "IT" got real! Red decided to grab a gas can and douse the entire attic. Before home boy could grab the lighter, Cassandra sprang into defense mode and grabbed a screw driver which there were plenty of tools to wield but this one would get the job done and came with a nice handle. Red reacted and to make a long story short, Cassandra was not a bird, but she flew down the steps...Round one went to Red.

Cassandra may have lost the battle but she would live on to win a war. The next thing on her list of stuff to do, would be to get revenge! Sweet refrigerated revenge. After hitting up some more peoples refrigerated goods, she was fuelled up and ready to hit on the brother named Chad. A white knight, Dungeons and Dragons type. A simp of sorts. Not tall. Not a gangster. And a sucker for saving a wronged woman from the type of guy who would dance a woman down a flight of stairs. Chad would allow Cassandra to keep him warm in his room right below the gypsy shack attic, next to his over heated Playstation. Cassandra would go on to get into more altercations until she finally decided to stretch her wings else where. After all women deserve better! If he can't appreciate her for the kind, loving, generous liberated woman with double D's she was, then he does not deserve her. Plus, his family's cakes weren't that good anyways.

Cassandra would move on to the next tall thin Caucasian fresh outta prison. A man, who would appreciate the embrace of a thick, wild cat such as herself. This time, she will actually get pregnant. Cassandra Drummond will settle down and domesticate like a pro with her new boo. More like a strawberry blonde than a red head. Blondes have more fun! Am I right? Cassandra now has a beautiful baby girl. They say the best revenge is success. While Red is off getting rich on the hustle with some crack ho named Stacy from Lidsville, Cassandra is queen of her 3 bedroom apartment castle, and living her real dreams now. A mother, a wifey, and nothing could be better than killing them haters and women beaters of the past with kindness. Cassandra left their booties, and also left a delicious present for them in their refrigerator's. Half eaten cake to remember her by.