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The Beautiful Ones	By : TaimaMarie Category: Individual Celebrities > Criss Angel Views: 1682 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Everything fell blissfully into a state of perfection. She lay with him every night, and rose with him every morning. Criss didn’t think that anything could go wrong. She was on the show, she was perfect stage assistant.

All in all, Cassandra made everything perfect.

One day, he watched her in the bathroom. They miraculously had the day off from everything, and he had offered her a day out. He wanted to walk with her, hand in hand, and let the sights pass them by without really seeing them. The only thing he was interested in looking at was her.

She was sitting on the counter in the bathroom, leaning close to the mirror, carefully applying a line of eyeliner. Her mouth was open slightly, and she was gazing intently at herself, determined not to let her arm slip. Her knees were folded beneath her, and she was dressed in boxer shorts and a cami, her hair spilling down around her face.

Cassandra looked more like a child playing in Mommy’s make up than a woman getting read to go out. Criss leaned in the doorway and watched her for a few seconds, head chocked to the side.

“It’s hard for me to think when you’re doing that,” she said through her half open mouth.

“Doing what?” Criss smirked as he plugged in her hair straightener to heat up.

“Watching me,”

“I watch you a lot.” He countered with a raised eyebrow. Cassandra turned around, dangling her legs over the edge of the counter. He came and stood between them, arms rubbing up and down her sides.

“And sometimes I can’t tell if it’s creepy or just really cute.” She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her nose, letting her boyfriend know that she was kidding. Criss chuckled. There was a nervous sounding knock on the door.
“I’ll get it, babe,” Cassandra slipped off the counter. “I want to go and get some water for my vitamins.”

Criss fiddled with some of her make up for a moment. Why did she wear all this stuff? Didn’t she realize that she was pretty all on her own? She didn’t need gunk and creams and paste.

The door opened and there was a sudden gasp from Cassandra, and then dead silence. Turning on his heel, he hurried towards the door, worried that maybe Michael had come back.

“Mom,” Cassandra whispered.

“Cassandra, where the hell have you been?” a woman who bore a striking resembling to Cassandra, only with graying hair and eyes that weren’t that were darker was standing there. Her hands were clutching the shoulders of her younger girl.
“Do you have any idea--? All your money gone, your things, Stanley, your cell phone not answered… I just—I didn’t know---,” she trailed off. Mother and daughter stood there, staring each other in the eye for a few minutes.

“Excuse me?” Criss broke in. The woman looked up, her fingers digging into her daughter’s shoulders.

“You must be Criss,” her voice was cold.

“Yes, ma’am. Is something wrong?”

“Michael told me about you. He told me a lot about you. I’ll thank you to put Cass’s things in a bag so I can take her home where she belongs.”

“I don’t think I can do that,” he said slowly. “Cass is an adult, and if she doesn’t want to go with you, I don’t think you can make her.”

“This little stunt hasn’t done anything but prove that she’s a child. She needs to come home with me. I understand that you seem to care about her, and if you do, you’ll agree with me that she needs to come home.”

“Why?” Cass spat. “So you can make me marry Michael? So you ca plan my wedding, my college, my whole life? So you can push me into a relationship with someone I don’t love and into living a life I don’t want?” she pulled away.

“Love! Cassandra, you’ve always been fine with Michael. What is all this?”

“I was never fine with him, it just took me longer to see that since everybody was telling me that he was perfect for me and I should be with him. Mom, for once in my life, I want to decide whose perfect for me. I want to decide what I want. I want to live my own life!”

“Well, it looks like you’re doing a fabulous job. Shaking up here with some sleazy magician, running around in your underwear, all tarted up. Something tells me you’re not sleeping on the sofa.” Her mother sneered. Cassandra gasped, heartbreak written clearly on her face.

“I am an adult, Mother.” She held her head up high, even though Criss could see the tears flooding her eyes. “I’ll live wherever I want to, with whoever I want to.”

“What about Michael?”

“What ABOUT Michael! Do you think he’s going to be happy in a marriage with someone who doesn’t love him either? I’m sorry that he’s hurt, and if I could, I’d go back and do it a different way, but make no mistake, I’d still leave him.” Her hands clenched into fists.

“Cass, calm down.” Criss murmured, aching to go and stand next to her. He knew it was a bad idea. This was between the two of them, and they had to work it out.

“Cassandra, you are making a horrible mistake. I’m only trying to save you from years of regret.”

“Mother, the only thing I regret is not breaking up with him and getting the hell out of that town sooner. I’m not going back with you. Now please leave.” She crossed her arms.

“Honey,” her mother seemed to melt. She cupped Cass’s face in both hands. “Please come home. I miss you. You—you can think about marrying Michael. Maybe you are a little bit too young. We could put it off until after college, how does that sound?”

“Mom,” she inhaled deeply. She did want to go home a little bit. Wanted to fall back into that easy, awful life of everything laid out before her. But easy wasn’t happy, and she couldn’t stand to give up the shreds of happiness she’d found in Vegas.
“I can’t. Please go.”

Her mother froze for a second, dropped her hands stiffly.

“You’re no longer welcome in my house.”

“I know,” she whispered breathily, hoping her voice didn’t betray her heartache. Her mother turned and walked sharply out of the room. At the doorway, she paused and glanced back at her daughter.

“I do love you, Cassandra Gabrielle.”

“Then--,” she stopped. There were so many words she could say, so many things she wanted to say. If you love me, act like it. Of course I’ll do things you don’t like, but you have to love me, not the things I do. If you love me, you wouldn’t make me do this. If you love me, going home wouldn’t be all or nothing. If you love me, you won’t make me choose like this. If you love me, you’ll protect me.

But Cassandra didn’t let herself say any of these things. Her voice dropped off and she shook her head. Her mother turned and left, her foot steps shuffling down the hall.

Cassandra and Criss stood in silence for a few minutes. Wordlessly, the girl turned and ran into the bedroom, throwing herself face down in the bed. There were things Criss needed to say to her, things that could break them.

But in that moment, he couldn’t. He crept into the bedroom and gently lay down next to her on the bed. He put one hand on her back. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Anchor me, her soul cried out. Hold onto me, because I might just drift away, and I can’t stand that. Please hold me right now.

Criss obeyed.
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