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The relationship between his mom, Lucy, and dad for most of his life had always been strained and despite any efforts to hide the cracks from Sam as he grew up, he'd always sort of known. As it became harder and harder to hide the fact of it all from him, they had put less effort into trying. Nights of silence, cold and bitter were replaced more and more frequently with nights of arguing, shouting or even absence, his mother or father opting to spend the night somewhere else entirely. They’d promised themselves, apparently, that they would stay together until big he moved out, for his sake. That plan had apparently changed to when he would turn eighteen. Then, to when he turned seventeen. In reality, they had split when he had just turned just sixteen and, in a way, it had been a difficult time, though he hadn’t had to make any hard decisions about who to stay with. The house was in his mother's name, inherited from her grandmother years before and with his father seeking to move across the country, there had never been any debate as to where would be best for Sam and though he saw his father now and then, their relationship strained with the distance. The first few months of his mother's newfound single life had been one of relief and joy for her, but as time went on doubts and worries had begun to creep into her mind. Her work, as a teachers assistant in a nearby school, helped for the most part to cover the basic costs, but she struggled with debts beginning to mount, their quality of life dipping and the prospect of having to sell the family home, her home for near enough all of her life, was starting to become a looming prospect. But things had changed for the better for Lucy when she had met Cassandra. Unlike Lucy, who was a delicate little thing like Sam, closer to five foot than six with a delicate figure and light blonde hair, Cassandra was a standout. A little over six foot and with skin like dark rich chocolate, she had appeared in their life in what had seemed like a whirlwind romance with Lucy. She had been a temp at him mothers school and, after inviting his mother out for a few drinks on her last day had, for convenience, crashed that night at theirs. But something that night had changed, between them both stumbling home drunk and Cassandra leaving the next morning, something had sparked. A couple of drinks turned into a couple of dates, a couple of dates turned into many more besides and within six months she had moved in, living with Sam and his mother, halving the bills and making things more than manageable. It hadn’t taken Sam long to find out just what the spark between Cassandra and his mom had been. Each night, without fail, for anywhere between fifteen minutes and, on some occasions, anywhere up to a couple of hours, he was forced to put his headphones in, lest he listen to the gasps, moans, pants and groans that emanated from their bedroom, permeating the entire house with no room for misunderstanding as to what was causing them. In the early days it had been a source of embarrassment, he would blush and play loud music, trying to drown out the symphony of sex, but now, almost a year and a half on from when it had started, if anything, he was just used to it. No longer did he cringe and hide each night, though he still lost himself to the less pervasive noise of his own music. His mom was completely infatuated with Cassandra and, for her part, Cassandra seemed to love her too, but her actions sometimes left Sam feeling more than a little bit off guard, especially after he turned eighteen. 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