Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (3 page)

I
 was
 so
 jealous
 that
 I
 couldn’t
 help
 myself.
 “We
 kissed
 today.
 He
 thought
 I
 
was
 you.”
 
Her
 eyes
 got
 huge
 and
 she
 walked
 over
 to
 me.
 “That’s
 impossible.
 I
 talked
 to
 
him
 right
 before
 he
 walked
 into
 school
 and
 told
 him
 I
 wasn’t
 going
 to
 be
 there.”
 
I
 was
 speechless.
 Stosh
 knew
 he
 was
 kissing
 me.
 Maybe
 I
 was
 wrong
 about
 
his
 feelings.
 Maybe
 I
 really
 had
 a
 chance.
 “But,
 he…”
 
“He
 was
 probably
 just
 playing
 the
 part.
 He
 kisses
 me
 every
 day
 before
 that
 
class.
 Wow,
 he
 is
 an
 awesome
 boyfriend,
 don’t
 you
 think?”
 
She
 was
 oblivious
 to
 what
 I
 was
 thinking.
 
 
I
 didn’t
 care
 what
 Ivy
 thought
 had
 happened.
 I’d
 felt
 the
 connection
 between
 
us.
 It
 was
 real,
 I
 could
 have
 sworn
 it.
 
While
 I
 retreated
 to
 my
 room
 to
 relive
 the
 most
 magical
 moment
 of
 my
 life,
 I
 
got
 a
 text
 from
 Stosh,
 saying
 that
 he
 missed
 me
 at
 school.
 It
 made
 no
 sense.
 Ivy
 
swore
 he
 knew
 it
 was
 me
 the
 whole
 time.
 
 
Choosing
 to
 ignore
 him,
 I
 tried
 to
 stay
 in
 my
 room
 when
 he
 came
 to
 pick
 up
 
my
 sister
 in
 the
 limousine.
 I
 didn’t
 even
 want
 to
 peek
 out
 the
 window
 to
 see
 them
 
together.
 It
 just
 hurt
 too
 much.
 
 
It
 wasn’t
 until
 my
 mother
 came
 in
 and
 pulled
 me
 out
 to
 take
 pictures
 with
 
them,
 that
 things
 got
 even
 more
 confusing.
 She
 positioned
 me
 on
 the
 opposite
 side
 
of
 Stosh.
 When
 I
 felt
 his
 arm
 around
 my
 shoulder,
 the
 same
 sensations
 as
 before
 
went
 running
 through
 my
 body.
 I
 looked
 up
 and
 saw
 him
 looking
 down
 at
 me,
 with
 a
 
big
 smile
 on
 his
 face.
 
 
After
 a
 few
 more
 pictures,
 and
 me
 trying
 to
 hold
 my
 breath,
 I
 ran
 back
 into
 
the
 house
 and
 never
 looked
 out
 the
 window
 to
 watch
 them
 leave.
 
 
My
 sister
 never
 came
 home
 that
 night.
 I
 knew
 what
 it
 meant.
 She’s
 slept
 with
 
Stoshua.
 My
 whole
 world
 was
 shattered.
 I
 hated
 her
 for
 being
 with
 him
 and
 she
 
didn’t
 even
 know
 it.
 
 
It
 took
 three
 days
 for
 them
 to
 stop
 talking
 to
 each
 other.
 Summer
 had
 begun
 
and
 my
 sister
 never
 had
 a
 boyfriend
 during
 the
 season
 of
 bathing
 suits
 and
 beach
 
weather.
 She
 could
 have
 cared
 less
 about
 Stosh
 and
 what
 they’d
 done
 at
 Prom.
 The
 
pictures
 came
 and
 they
 were
 placed
 on
 the
 mantel
 with
 all
 of
 our
 other
 family
 
photos.
 I
 hated
 going
 into
 the
 living
 room.
 
About
 five
 weeks
 after
 school
 ended,
 I
 found
 my
 sister
 in
 my
 room
 sitting
 on
 
my
 bed.
 She
 was
 crying
 and
 holding
 something
 in
 her
 hand.
 
 
I
 sat
 down
 beside
 her.
 “Ivy,
 what’s
 wrong?”
 
She
 sniffled
 and
 leaned
 her
 head
 on
 my
 shoulder.
 “I
 fucked
 up.
 Dad’s
 going
 to
 
kill
 me.”
 
“What
 are
 you
 talking
 about?”
 
She
 handed
 me
 the
 pregnancy
 test.
 “This
 is
 the
 third
 one
 I
 took.
 What
 am
 I
 
going
 to
 do?”
 
That
 was
 the
 exact
 moment
 when
 I
 knew
 I’d
 lost
 him
 forever.
 I
 was
 
speechless.
 All
 I
 could
 do
 was
 hug
 my
 sister,
 because
 my
 mind
 was
 on
 me
 never
 
being
 with
 the
 only
 guy
 I
 ever
 loved.
 
 
After
 the
 truth
 came
 out,
 Stosh’s
 family
 insisted
 on
 him
 doing
 the
 right
 thing
 
by
 Ivy.
 They
 were
 married
 in
 a
 small
 ceremony
 at
 our
 church
 a
 month
 later.
 I
 
remember
 it
 raining
 it’s
 ass
 off
 and
 her
 hair
 getting
 messed
 up.
 In
 eighteen
 years,
 I’d
 
never
 wanted
 my
 sister
 to
 suffer.
 Something
 had
 changed
 between
 us.
 I
 was
 done
 
giving
 up
 things
 for
 her.
 I
 needed
 a
 new
 start,
 away
 from
 my
 sister
 and
 her
 new
 
husband.
 They
 were
 going
 to
 have
 the
 family
 that
 I
 wanted
 with
 him.
 
 
 
I
 decided
 to
 take
 the
 scholarship
 that
 I’d
 earned
 to
 a
 college
 out
 of
 state.
 In
 
fact,
 I’d
 already
 moved
 in
 when
 my
 mother
 called
 to
 tell
 me
 that
 Ivy
 lost
 the
 baby.
 
Although
 I
 felt
 her
 pain,
 our
 time
 apart
 hadn’t
 mended
 my
 heart.
 I
 had
 animosity
 
toward
 my
 sister
 and
 knew
 that
 as
 long
 as
 she
 was
 with
 Stosh,
 I
 couldn’t
 be
 around
 
them.
 He
 and
 I
 stopped
 talking
 altogether.
 It
 was
 extremely
 difficult
 to
 be
 cordial
 
when
 I
 heard
 about
 them.
 
In
 just
 a
 few
 short
 months,
 I’d
 lost
 my
 two
 best
 friends.
 I
 felt
 saddened
 and
 
completely
 alone.
 Every
 second
 of
 every
 day,
 I’d
 always
 known
 that
 I
 had
 someone
 
by
 my
 side.
 My
 whole
 life
 was
 immediately
 turned
 upside
 down
 and
 I
 couldn’t
 deal
 
with
 it.
 I
 had
 to
 get
 as
 far
 away
 as
 I
 could.
 I
 didn’t
 care
 about
 anything
 anymore.
 Why
 
bother,
 when
 you
 can
 end
 up
 losing
 in
 the
 end?
 
My
 sister
 and
 I
 kept
 in
 touch,
 but
 nothing
 was
 ever
 the
 same
 as
 before
 he
 
came
 into
 our
 lives.
 She
 could
 never
 know
 what
 she’d
 taken
 from
 me.
 I
 loved
 her
 
enough
 to
 never
 hurt
 her
 like
 that.
 
 
So
 I
 thought…
 
 
 
 
 
Chapter
 2
 
The
 mirror
 has
 two
 faces.
 
 
 
I
 should
 probably
 explain
 the
 conversation
 that
 put
 all
 of
 this
 into
 play.
 
The
 call
 from
 my
 sister
 came
 around
 four
 in
 the
 morning.
 When
 my
 cell
 
phone
 started
 vibrating
 across
 my
 bedside
 table,
 I
 should
 have
 known
 it
 was
 her.
 
Since
 I’d
 left
 for
 college,
 she
 never
 called
 unless
 she
 needed
 something,
 or
 wanted
 to
 
brag
 about
 her
 perfect
 life.
 
I
 shared
 a
 house
 with
 four
 other
 girls
 and
 our
 lease
 was
 up
 in
 one
 month.
 
Since
 we’d
 all
 graduated,
 we’d
 already
 started
 packing
 up
 our
 things.
 
 
I
 attempted
 to
 reach
 for
 my
 phone
 with
 my
 eyes
 still
 closed,
 but
 ended
 up
 
knocking
 it
 into
 a
 box
 on
 the
 floor.
 
The
 vibrating
 stopped
 and
 then
 started
 back
 again.
 
I
 finally
 felt
 it
 and
 pulled
 it
 out
 to
 see
 my
 sister’s
 face
 displayed
 on
 the
 screen.
 
I
 doubled
 checked
 the
 time
 before
 answering.
 
 
Hello?
 
It’s
 me.
 I’m
 in
 trouble
 and
 I
 need
 you
 to
 come
 home.
 
 
Ivy,
 it’s
 four
 in
 the
 morning.
 Call
 me
 back
 in
 a
 couple
 of
 hours.
 
 
I
 can’t.
 Look
 I
 don’t
 have
 time
 to
 explain.
 I
 need
 you
 to
 come
 here.
 Will,
 I
 need
 
you
 to
 be
 me
 for
 a
 couple
 of
 days.
 
 
I
 sat
 up
 straight.
 
Are
 you
 crazy?
 
 
No.
 I’m
 desperate.
 Please,
 Will.
 Please
 help
 me
.
 She
 started
 to
 sob
 and
 I
 
immediately
 felt
 sorry
 for
 her.
 
 
I’m
 not
 doing
 anything
 until
 you
 tell
 me
 what’s
 wrong.
 Where’s
 Stosh?
 Why
 
can’t
 he
 help
 you?
 
 
He
 can’t
 know!
 He
 can’t
 ever
 find
 out.
 That’s
 why
 I
 need
 you
 to
 be
 me.
 
 
 
You’re
 crazy.
 He’s
 your
 husband.
 He’s
 going
 to
 know
 I’m
 not
 you.
 
No,
 he
 really
 won’t.
 We
 barely
 see
 each
 other.
 He
 is
 obsessed
 with
 work
 and
 
doesn’t
 pay
 attention
 to
 anything
 I
 do.
 
 
 
Ivy,
 this
 is
 insane.
 I
 have
 a
 life
 here.
 I
 can’t
 just
 get
 up
 and
 be
 you.
 It’s
 not
 
feasible.
 
 
Will,
 I’m
 begging
 you.
 It’s
 life
 or
 death.
 
 
What?
 What
 have
 you
 done,
 Ivy?
 
 
How
 fast
 can
 you
 get
 here?
 
 
She
 wasn’t
 going
 to
 take
 no
 for
 an
 answer.
 
I
 don’t
 know.
 
 
Will,
 please.
 I
 wouldn’t
 ask
 you
 if
 it
 wasn’t
 so
 important.
 Please.
 I
 have
 to
 leave
 
today.
 I
 don’t
 have
 a
 choice.
 
 
Her
 cryptic
 reasoning
 was
 making
 me
 worry.
 My
 sister
 was
 always
 an
 open
 
book.
 
 
Ivy,
 if
 I
 drive
 four
 hours
 and
 this
 is
 over
 a
 past
 due
 electric
 bill,
 I
 am
 going
 to
 kill
 
you.
 
 
Meet
 me
 at
 the
 airport
 at
 noon.
 I
 will
 explain
 everything.
 
 
You
 better!
 
 
She
 was
 still
 crying
 when
 we
 hung
 up.
 Something
 was
 wrong
 and
 I
 hated
 that
 
I
 didn’t
 know
 what
 it
 was.
 I
 felt
 like
 I
 wanted
 to
 call
 Stosh
 and
 ask
 him
 what
 was
 
going
 on,
 but
 Ivy
 insisted
 that
 he
 couldn’t
 know.
 I
 knew
 it
 wasn’t
 my
 parents.
 She
 
would
 have
 told
 me
 something
 like
 that.
 
 
Without
 knowing
 what
 could
 have
 been
 going
 on,
 I
 got
 out
 of
 bed
 and
 packed
 
a
 bag.
 There
 was
 a
 chance
 that
 I’d
 be
 heading
 home
 once
 I
 heard
 her
 out.
 
 
I
 sucked
 down
 my
 latte
 as
 I
 headed
 toward
 the
 interstate.
 It
 was
 going
 to
 be
 a
 
long
 lonely
 drive.
 Luckily,
 my
 vehicle
 had
 satellite
 radio.
 I
 hated
 commercials
 and
 
needed
 my
 fix
 of
 nineties
 music.
 
 I
 arrived
 into
 town
 a
 little
 before
 ten.
 There
 had
 been
 two
 accidents
 that
 
caused
 major
 delays.
 Since
 it
 had
 been
 so
 long
 that
 I’d
 been
 home,
 I
 was
 surprised
 to
 
see
 that
 the
 small
 town
 had
 built
 up.
 Convenience
 stores
 and
 fast
 food
 restaurants
 
had
 been
 added,
 as
 well
 as
 a
 Super
 Walmart.