Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) (34 page)

My
 life
 was
 messed
 up.
 I
 was
 pregnant
 and
 sitting
 in
 jail.
 
 
My
 life
 couldn’t
 get
 any
 more
 complicated.
 
At
 least,
 that
 was
 what
 I
 thought.
 
A
 couple
 hours
 after
 being
 there,
 a
 guard
 came
 over
 and
 led
 me
 to
 another
 
room.
 I
 had
 hoped
 that
 I
 was
 being
 bailed
 out,
 until
 I
 saw
 my
 mother
 sitting
 at
 the
 
table.
 I
 sat
 down
 across
 from
 her.
 “Hello,
 Mother.”
 
She
 looked
 so
 furious
 with
 me.
 “What
 do
 you
 have
 to
 say
 for
 yourself?
 Do
 you
 
realize
 that
 you’ve
 made
 a
 mockery
 of
 this
 family?”
 
“It
 isn’t
 what
 you
 think.”
 How
 could
 she
 think
 that
 I
 could
 do
 something
 so
 
wreckless?
 I’d
 always
 been
 the
 responsible
 one.
 
“It
 doesn’t
 even
 matter
 what
 I
 think.
 You
 kidnapped
 your
 sister
 and
 
pretended
 to
 be
 her
 so
 that
 you
 could
 steal
 her
 husband.
 What
 kind
 of
 person
 would
 
do
 such
 a
 terrible
 thing?
 What
 do
 you
 have
 to
 say
 for
 yourself?”
 
I
 shrugged
 and
 looked
 down
 at
 the
 table.
 People
 had
 carved
 all
 sorts
 of
 things
 
in
 the
 wooden
 top.
 “I
 have
 nothing
 to
 say.”
 
She
 tapped
 her
 fingernails
 on
 the
 table.
 “I’m
 not
 leaving
 here
 until
 you
 
explain
 to
 me
 why
 you
 felt
 it
 necessary
 to
 do
 the
 wreckless
 things
 that
 you’ve
 been
 
up
 to?”
 
“I
 didn’t
 do
 anything
 that
 she
 didn’t
 deserve.
 He
 was
 mine
 first,
 Mom.
 She
 
took
 him
 to
 spite
 me.
 She
 is
 a
 liar!
 Ivy
 started
 all
 of
 this.”
 
I
 was
 so
 angry
 at
 her
 for
 not
 listening
 to
 a
 word
 I
 was
 saying.
 I
 needed
 her
 
support.
 “Your
 father
 and
 I
 have
 discussed
 your
 future
 with
 our
 family.
 We
 think
 it
 
would
 be
 best
 if
 we
 gave
 you
 some
 money
 and
 sent
 you
 on
 your
 way.
 I
 think
 it’s
 best
 
that
 you
 go
 back
 to
 where
 you
 were
 living
 and
 have
 a
 life
 there.
 “
 
I
 reached
 out
 for
 her
 hand,
 but
 she
 pulled
 away.
 “Mom,
 please.
 Don’t
 abandon
 
me.
 I
 never
 did
 anything
 wrong.
 I’m
 the
 one
 who
 is
 being
 taken
 advantage
 of,
 not
 
Ivy!”
 
She
 shook
 her
 head
 and
 began
 to
 rub
 her
 temples
 like
 she
 did
 when
 she
 was
 
frustrated.
 “I
 just
 don’t
 know
 where
 we
 went
 wrong
 with
 you.
 We
 gave
 you
 
everything
 you
 could
 possibly
 ask
 for.
 You
 went
 to
 a
 good
 college.
 What
 could
 your
 
sister
 possibly
 have
 done
 to
 make
 you
 this
 bitter
 toward
 her?
 Do
 you
 have
 any
 idea
 
how
 much
 her
 marriage
 means
 to
 her?”
 
“Mom,
 you’re
 not
 listening
 to
 me.
 Ivy
 isn’t
 the
 person
 you
 think
 she
 is.
 She’s
 
manipulative
 and
 out
 to
 destroy
 me.
 She
 doesn’t
 love
 Stosh.
 Did
 you
 see
 what
 she
 
did
 to
 his
 head?
 She
 could
 have
 killed
 him.”
 
My
 mother
 stood
 up.
 “Enough!”
 She
 leaned
 in,
 but
 didn’t
 sit
 back
 down.
 
“Willow,
 I
 came
 here
 today
 to
 try
 to
 reason
 with
 you,
 but
 you’ve
 left
 me
 with
 no
 
other
 options.
 I
 am
 not
 posting
 your
 bail,
 because
 I
 feel
 that
 the
 best
 place
 for
 you
 is
 
in
 here.
 If
 and
 when
 you
 do
 get
 out,
 I’d
 appreciate
 it
 if
 you
 left
 town
 quietly
 and
 you
 
stayed
 away
 from
 Stoshua.
 He
 doesn’t
 need
 to
 be
 involved
 with
 you.
 Am
 I
 making
 
myself
 clear?”
 
I
 was
 sobbing.
 My
 own
 mother
 was
 giving
 up
 on
 me.
 I
 couldn’t
 believe
 it.
 
 I
 
looked
 right
 up
 at
 her
 and
 gritted
 my
 teeth
 together
 as
 I
 talked.
 “I
 will
 not
 give
 up
 
Stosh!
 We
 are
 in
 love
 and
 nothing
 you
 could
 possibly
 do
 would
 change
 that.”
 
“We’ll
 just
 see
 about
 that.”
 She
 waved
 for
 the
 guard
 and
 left
 me
 sitting
 there.
 I
 
felt
 abandoned.
 It
 was
 disastrous
 to
 think
 that
 I
 was
 sitting
 in
 jail
 while
 the
 real
 
psycho
 was
 out
 planning
 her
 next
 path
 of
 destruction.
 I
 knew
 what
 she
 was
 going
 to
 
do
 next
 and
 there
 was
 nothing
 I
 could
 do
 about
 it.
 
 
I
 spent
 the
 night
 sleeping
 in
 a
 ball
 on
 a
 small
 cot.
 The
 mattress
 was
 probably
 
just
 as
 hard
 as
 the
 cement
 floor
 below
 it.
 I
 tossed
 and
 turned
 and
 cried
 most
 of
 the
 
night.
 
For
 someone
 that
 had
 never
 been
 in
 trouble
 for
 anything,
 having
 a
 criminal
 
record
 just
 didn’t
 sit
 well
 with
 me.
 
Still,
 with
 both
 of
 us
 behind
 bars,
 I
 highly
 doubted
 that
 some
 guardian
 angel
 
was
 going
 to
 swoop
 in
 and
 save
 the
 day.
 I
 was
 shit
 out
 of
 luck.
 
My
 arraignment
 was
 horrible.
 Not
 only
 did
 my
 parents
 attend,
 but
 my
 sister
 
was
 right
 there
 with
 them.
 I
 pleaded
 not
 guilty.
 
Sure,
 I’d
 held
 her
 against
 her
 will,
 but
 she’d
 done
 just
 as
 bad
 of
 things
 to
 me
 
and
 was
 still
 walking
 around.
 
I
 saw
 her
 smiling
 when
 they
 walked
 me
 back
 to
 jail.
 I
 thought
 my
 mother
 was
 
going
 to
 bail
 me
 out,
 but
 I
 had
 no
 such
 luck.
 She
 hadn’t
 had
 a
 change
 of
 heart
 and
 
with
 my
 psychopath
 twin
 standing
 next
 to
 her,
 I
 knew
 I
 didn’t
 have
 a
 chance
 in
 Hell
 
at
 ever
 being
 free.
 
I
 spent
 my
 second
 night
 in
 a
 cell
 without
 sleep.
 I
 couldn’t
 understand
 how
 I
 
had
 let
 myself
 get
 so
 consumed
 in
 this
 plan
 of
 mine.
 Stosh
 had
 been
 right
 to
 worry.
 I
 
was
 exactly
 where
 he’d
 said
 I’d
 be.
 
 
I
 missed
 my
 old,
 carefree,
 life.
 I
 missed
 my
 friends
 and
 the
 job
 that
 I
 had
 to
 
give
 up.
 
 
When
 people
 are
 at
 their
 record
 low,
 they
 must
 consider
 a
 lot
 of
 things,
 
because
 that
 is
 exactly
 what
 I
 started
 to
 do.
 I
 considered
 telling
 my
 mom
 that
 I
 
would
 give
 up
 Stosh.
 I
 could
 leave
 town
 and
 somehow
 move
 on.
 
 
Anything
 was
 better
 than
 a
 term
 in
 a
 place
 like
 I
 was
 currently
 in.
 I
 wanted
 to
 
be
 free.
 My
 baby
 couldn’t
 be
 born
 behind
 bars.
 He
 or
 she
 deserved
 a
 chance
 at
 a
 
good
 life.
 I
 deserved
 that
 chance
 too.
 
Leaving
 Stosh
 would
 be
 the
 hardest
 thing
 that
 I
 would
 ever
 have
 to
 do.
 He’d
 
never
 stop
 looking
 for
 me.
 I
 knew
 that
 now.
 There
 was
 no
 way
 he
 was
 going
 to
 give
 
up
 on
 me.
 The
 more
 I
 tried
 to
 reason
 with
 myself,
 the
 more
 upset
 I
 became.
 The
 only
 
way
 out
 of
 this
 jail
 cell
 was
 to
 leave
 my
 heart
 behind.
 
I
 didn’t
 know
 if
 it
 was
 even
 possible,
 or
 if
 I
 really
 wanted
 to
 try.
 So
 many
 
people
 had
 been
 hurt.
 So
 many
 hearts
 were
 broken.
 Even
 though
 I
 wasn’t
 directly
 
the
 main
 cause,
 I
 still
 played
 a
 part
 in
 it.
 I
 hated
 myself
 for
 it.
 
At
 least
 I
 didn’t
 have
 much
 longer
 to
 talk
 myself
 out
 of
 loving
 Stosh.
 
I
 made
 bail
 that
 evening.
 Without
 knowing
 who
 had
 come
 to
 my
 rescue,
 I
 
grabbed
 my
 personal
 belongings
 and
 headed
 out
 to
 meet
 whoever
 it
 was.
 Stoshua
 
was
 standing
 there
 waiting
 for
 me.
 He
 had
 a
 bouquet
 of
 flowers
 in
 his
 hand
 and
 
looked
 like
 he
 hadn’t
 slept
 in
 a
 week.
 
 
I
 ran
 up
 and
 threw
 my
 arms
 around
 him.
 “Thank
 you!”
 
He
 pushed
 me
 away
 and
 gave
 me
 a
 once
 over,
 before
 pulling
 me
 back
 into
 his
 
strong
 arms.
 “I’m
 so
 glad
 you’re
 okay.
 You
 can’t
 imagine
 how
 worried
 I
 was.”
 
“It
 wasn’t
 like
 I
 was
 in
 the
 penitentiary.
 I
 didn’t
 get
 gang
 raped
 or
 anything.”
 
Maybe
 sarcasm
 wasn’t
 appropriate,
 but
 I
 was
 just
 trying
 to
 add
 a
 little
 light
 to
 my
 
messed
 up
 situation.
 “When
 did
 you
 get
 out?”
 
“Last
 night.
 Your
 parents
 came
 and
 talked
 to
 mine.
 They
 tried
 to
 sit
 me
 down
 
and
 tell
 me
 that
 I
 wasn’t
 to
 have
 any
 kind
 of
 contact
 with
 you.
 They
 told
 me
 that
 if
 I
 
bailed
 you
 out,
 I
 wouldn’t
 have
 a
 job.”
 
We’d
 started
 walking
 toward
 the
 car.
 It
 was
 dark
 out,
 but
 the
 smell
 of
 fresh
 
air
 filled
 my
 nostrils.
 “Stosh,
 I’m
 so
 sorry.
 I
 never
 meant
 to
 cause
 this
 much
 harm
 to
 
your
 life.”
 
He
 wrapped
 his
 arm
 around
 me
 and
 pulled
 me
 close
 to
 kiss
 the
 side
 of
 my
 
head.
 “Don’t
 even
 say
 that.
 This
 is
 where
 you
 belong.
 They
 might
 have
 blinders
 on
 
right
 now,
 but
 I
 have
 a
 plan
 to
 make
 this
 all
 go
 away.”
 
I
 stopped
 walking.
 “What
 kind
 of
 plan?”
 
He
 grabbed
 my
 hand
 and
 started
 pulling
 me
 along.
 “Trust
 me,
 Will.”
 
I
 did
 trust
 him.
 In
 fact,
 he
 was
 the
 only
 person
 in
 the
 world
 that
 I
 could
 trust.
 
“Okay.”
 
He
 opened
 the
 car
 door
 for
 me
 and
 drove
 me
 to
 a
 drive
 thru,
 so
 I
 could
 fill
 my
 
empty
 stomach.
 “I
 need
 to
 get
 you
 filled
 up.
 When
 we
 get
 home
 you
 can
 take
 your
 
vitamins
 and
 start
 feeling
 better.
 You
 look
 pale,
 babe.”
 
“I’m
 fine.
 I
 didn’t
 like
 the
 food
 they
 served
 and
 my
 stomach
 was
 too
 knotted
 
to
 think
 about
 being
 hungry.”