Beauty And The Beast Serie 1

Beauty 💇 And The Beast 👺

🍏Serie 1 🍏

Theme:Knowing Cassidy Moore. 

🍎Cassidy's POV 🍎

"Good Morning Class," I greeted the children cheerfully. 

"Good Morning Teacher-Cassidy!" They screamed. 

The stretching of the syllables only makes me smile as I take a seat at my desk. The kids are super-excited because it was Friday! 

"Who did their homework?" I asked. 

"Me!" They all shouted and raised their hands. 

I got out of chair and collected their homework. Soon I noticed the kids exchanging glances. What's going on?! 

Suddenly a whistling sound filled the air! 

"Happy Birthday Teacher-Cassidy!" They screamed and began to bring wrapped up gifts to my desk. 

"My dad asked me to give this to you," Noel said. "Thanks for everything Teacher Cassidy." He grinned, revealing his missing front tooth. 

What was he thanking me for? 

Noel was the most brilliant boy in the class. He was absolutely good in maths, always helping out his classmates. But he was struggling in English. 

Most times he wasn't able to finish his homework. And from what I can understand about him, Noel doesn't have a mom. He was being raised by his dad who was not always around. 

Noel was been watched by his old nanny. I realized he needed help. So I decided to always tutor him after school before his driver's  arrival. 

I became pretty close to Noel over the short period of time. I tutored him privately and Noel became better. He was doing fine in English Language now. 

I smiled at the huge brown eyes that stared at me. 

"Thank your daddy on my behalf," I said. 

He replied with a quick nod. "But how about you come by at our house, so you could talk to him about tutoring me on Saturdays," Noel said. 

I bit my lips. "I'll try Noel."

I said thank you to all my tiny humans that gave me presents. They are so adorable! 

"Now let's get through with today's work." I cleaned the board and started on today's work. 

My name is Cassidy Moore, I turned 25 today. I have a light brown skin, hazel eyes and short but wavy brown hair being that my mom was black (a Nigerian to be precise) and my dad was white. I was Biracial. 

My mom had relocated to America with her parent when she was 12. My mom's side of the family are nice people. They had beautiful brown skin color and grey eyes which people think was an odd combination. But I love it! 

My mom met dad, 3rd year in college. They started dating and they got married one year after graduation but it was short lived. 

My dad's side of the family were against the union because mom was black. 

Basically dad had beautiful hazel eyes and brown hair so I had his traits passed into me. 

They had me and dad didn't give in to his parents request to divorce his wife. Well that was mom's thought until dad came from work on a sunny afternoon and tendered a divorce letter to her. 

He asked her to sign it and leave. 

Mom had been shocked and she asked him why he wanted a divorce when he had promised her "forever and till death do us apart" at the altar. He didn't say anything, he just insisted that she leave immediately. 

I had been barely four years old and they ought to celebrate their 5th anniversary by the end of that year. 

Mom insisted that she would take me with her but dad refused. She pleaded tearfully but he didn't give in to her request to take me away. 

And in the end, I watched him beat her up and throw out her belongings. Mom left in tears and pain but she had promised to come back for me. 

I cried for days, expecting my mom, holding on to her promise to come back for me. I refused to eat or drink which annoyed my dad. He got tired of persuading me to eat something. 

"Listen to me, she's never coming back for you!" He snarled at me. 

And I was so scared because he's never yelled at me. He neglected me and I had to do things myself at a tender age.  I bathe myself and dress up for school every morning. 

Each passing day, he would wait for me outside our home to drive me to school. We ate our meal in awkward silence with me missing the presence of my mom. 

Days turned into weeks, 

Weeks into months and my mom didn't return as promised. 

I was so sad and I wished she had fulfilled her promise. I cried myself to sleep every nights wishing she would just show up in my bedroom and take me away but it was only a wish that never came to pass. 

I cried my ass out for a long time until there had been no tears left for me to cry. 

"She's never coming back for you!" 

I accepted dad's words even though I knew it was not her fault. She wanted me.  She didn't want to leave but dad compelled her to after a stern warning. 

"Don't you ever show your face to me again Bimpe!" He had yelled at her. 

Sometimes, I wondered if he ever loved my mom eveb though they had displayed their love right in front of me. He would wrap his arms around her waist in the kitchen and make an attempt to kiss her but she would hit him and say.  "Our baby is watching," She would tell him to be cautious of my presence. 

"She's learning," Dad would say with a deep chuckle. And she would hit him again. 

They were so sweet together and I wished they never broke up. 

Six months after mom's departure, I accepted my fate and moved on with life. Everything got better for dad, financially and he also remarried. A white woman! 

"I promise to make things up to you. Cassidy just accept Juliet as your new mom," he said. 

"I'll take care of you like my own Cassidy," Juliet said at our first meeting. 

Well I didn't understand the whole drama as a kid until I clocked 13. 

My cousin had always bullied me because of my skin color.  They mocked me and no one accepted me in the family. 

Grandma blurted it out that I had been a mistake. And she hated having a black woman's child in the family. And that made me sad. I felt like an outcast in dad's family but I never told dad about what Grandma said to me. 

"Did you know that your mom left you and uncle to be with a black man?" Said Betty during one of the family gathering. 

Betty and I were about the same age just that her parents had her three months before I was born. 

They all laughed at me. I knew I would never be accepted by dad's family because they never liked my mom. 

"No, uncle James divorced her mom because she wasn't good enough for him. And so he chose money over her." Sindy, my eldest cousin countered Betty's words with a mock smile. 

Dad chose money over mom?!

"Oh! That's true! No wonder uncle James seems rich now, even than my dad." Betty eyed me. 

Sindy reached out to knock my head and Betty did the same too. The other children laughed at me as i hit the ground. 

Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened to them talk bad about my mom. 

I felt like hitting them back, I wanted to scream at them for treating me like a shit but I couldn't do anything to defend myself or my mom. I couldn't stand against all of them. And if I dare hit Betty who I could handle then that would spell deep trouble with Grandma. She would beat me up and side Betty or the other children.

I stayed quiet and listened to them say all sort of things to me. 

"She's a piece of trash." Betty said and they laughed. 

"No she's a complete trash and she should be called Ug-lee!" Sindy scoffed and they all laughed again. 

"She looks like a pumpkin!" Another cousin mocked me. I ran off when I couldn't take it anymore.

On our way back home, Juliet noticed that I wasn't happy because I didn't play with my step brother - Jeremiah. Juliet had him two years after she married dad. And Jeremiah was barely six years old around that time. 

Juliet pestered me to let out what was bothering me - and I did. Trust me anything Sindy says about any family member always turns out to be true. And I wanted to know the truth. 

I wanted my dad to admit it and Yes! Sindy was right! 

"I did it for you Cassidy." He admitted as he pulled up into the private driveway in our home. 

I wasted no time in getting out of the car. I bounded up the stairs and ran into my bedroom. I was extremely heartbroken. 

He chose money over his love and marriage! 

He came into my bedroom and tried to play the good guy. "We need to talk Cas."

"I want to be alone." I pulled the blanket over my head. 

"Don't you want to know the reason why I made such decision?" he asked. 

"I'm not interested," I grunted. 

"Cassidy, I couldn't afford to lose a contract worth millions of dollars. So your uncle Tony offered to help me but on one condition" he explained.

I fixed things up in my head. "Divorcing mom?" I said in a sad tone. 

"Yes," he answered. 

Tears streamed down my cheeks when I sensed no feeling of regret in his tone. And I could hardly believe he divorced mom because of a contract. 

"I made that decision because of you. Cassidy all I want is to give you a good life," he said. 

Don't tell me such nonsense! I wanted to scream but I bit back my words. 

"Go away," I muttered. 

"I want the best for you Cassidy," he said finally before moving out of the room. And I sobbed. 

I distanced myself for dad, Juliet and Jeremiah when I found the truth. 

Years went by, For my high school, I graduated from a Catholic boarding school. And I went to a teaching college because I wanted to be a teacher. 

I was fine with the profession probably because I love children and having them around me makes me happy and I don't feel lonely too.

I love my job and the kids in my class even though I just started a year ago. The third graders accepted me immediately since their old teacher Nelly went into retirement. 

About my family, I haven't been in close contact with my dad since my second year in teaching college. He never liked the idea of me becoming a teacher. Actually, he wanted me to be a medical doctor or a business person like him. 

I must admit that dad was totally disappointed with my choice of profession. He didn't even make it to my graduation. He gave me the excuse that he was too busy at work. 

For missing my graduation, I made a decision to never reach out to him again. It was such an important day in my life but he didn't show up because of work! 

Gosh! My mom wouldn't have missed such a day for the world! 

And it was really sad that she wasn't here anymore. Yeah I know she left a long time ago but I can't seem to forget her completely. 

I tried finding her on the internet but all effort proved abortive. I found nothing! 

And somewhere deep inside my heart, I still wished my mom would find me someday. Funny or wierd? It's one of my weirdest dream. 

Would she recognize me if we bumped into each other? 

I have just one picture of my mom. I had picked it secretly the day dad wanted to burn mom's pictures in the furnace. 

I hid it in my safe for while and later framed it when I was in high school. 

Each time I stare at her image, I often feel like she was right beside me. 

Over the years, I've dreamt of her reading me bedtime stories and singing me her favorite lullaby till sleep eludes me. 

But I realized that it was All a dream that may never come true. 

And I cry each time I'm all alone in bed wishing that my life didn't turn out this way. 

I was alone - No family or a friend to share my thoughts with. All of these wouldn't have happened if dad hadn't chose money over mom. 

And if I could turn back the hands of time, then I would one way talk some sense Into my dad's coconut head and stop him from making such decision. 

Loneliness was just a bit of my problems. What problems?. Well I still have bigger things to deal with as a lady who was trying hard to  love her body and accept who she was on the inside. 

And I always wonder if I would ever be free from these problems. 

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