and watch the news. I haven't lived here long enough to feel like a local yet. It's always a little weird watching the news and seeing areas you don't know or haven't heard of. Besides Stephanie's and the apartment, I haven't explored that much. This place still feels temporary even though it's supposed to be home.
I look over at the guy responsible for getting us out just before it was too late. It's funny to think of running away when you're twenty-four, but that's what it feels like. Under the cover of night, we simply drove away. We owe that all to him. He saved us.
We didn't say goodbye or tell anyone where we went. We just ran and left my father behind with all his demons.
Sometimes when I hear London screaming in her sleep, I wonder just how many demons followed us anyway.
I stretch my bare legs over Miles's lap and sink into the soft couch, feeling the consequences for waking up early. His large hands cover my feet and softly rub my sore soles. I've had the stage for three nights in row. The money is worth it, but my body is finally backlashing. I let out a soft moan when he thumbs push deep into my heel.
Our eyes connect and I watch as his darken.
"You kissed her," I blurt. The moment is too heavy. I don't do heavy well. I like mindless and shallow.
"I did." He's watching me, trying to read me and what I feel.
I should be mad. I should be angry at the look he just gave me after he kissed my sister. One of the downfalls of being identical is that if someone is attracted to you, they are attracted to your sister. There are no physical differences. Neither one of us went through the trouble of changing our looks so we would be different.
"I told her it was a mistake and to forget that it happened. I don't want our friendship to change. I don't know what came over me."
"Funny. That's what you told me after you kissed me."
His eyes snap to mine and his body stiffens under my legs before he pushes them off him.
"Does she know? About that night in the rain?" I ask quietly. Just speaking the words make me nervous. I never kept a secret from my twin in my life.
I watch the muscles working in his jaw. He always does that when he has something to say but doesn't want to voice it.
"Probably."
I swallow the lump in my throat as I recall that night. Miles stands and starts to pace the tiny living room. He looks ridiculous taking four steps only to turn around and take four more.
"The storm was rolling in. We should have been there for her," I say, trying to hide the guilt that's swallowing me.
"You wanted to go to that party. I wanted to stop you," he adds.
I'm not stupid. I don't believe in the fairy tales and true love like London does. I believe in lust, sex, and desperation. Miles acted out of desperation. He wanted me to stay, I wanted to leave. He got my attention. That was probably the case with London as well.
And that's all that was, I tell myself. But London will dissect and mull over every detail of that kiss. She will wonder why and what it means. Where I call it as I see it, she will see something more.
"Don't fuck with her, Miles," I warn.
"Fuck, Brooklyn," he growls, turning to me. "That is the last thing I'm trying to do."
I nod and lean back, acting satisfied and bored with the discussion. I don't want to talk about it anymore. He told me to forget it happened and I will. If I know anything about Miles, I do know he loves us both and wouldn't hurt us. It's how he loves us that I'm unclear about.
Miles knows I don't do commitment or relationships. A kiss is just a kiss and sex is just sex. I don't need unconditional love. I already have that. No man will be able to give that to me. My father couldn’t either, so I found it in my other half. That's just fine with me and always has been.
"Want to go for a run?" I ask. I'm exhausted but we both have something we need to burn off. We used to run every other morning back home since middle
I look over at the guy responsible for getting us out just before it was too late. It's funny to think of running away when you're twenty-four, but that's what it feels like. Under the cover of night, we simply drove away. We owe that all to him. He saved us.
We didn't say goodbye or tell anyone where we went. We just ran and left my father behind with all his demons.
Sometimes when I hear London screaming in her sleep, I wonder just how many demons followed us anyway.
I stretch my bare legs over Miles's lap and sink into the soft couch, feeling the consequences for waking up early. His large hands cover my feet and softly rub my sore soles. I've had the stage for three nights in row. The money is worth it, but my body is finally backlashing. I let out a soft moan when he thumbs push deep into my heel.
Our eyes connect and I watch as his darken.
"You kissed her," I blurt. The moment is too heavy. I don't do heavy well. I like mindless and shallow.
"I did." He's watching me, trying to read me and what I feel.
I should be mad. I should be angry at the look he just gave me after he kissed my sister. One of the downfalls of being identical is that if someone is attracted to you, they are attracted to your sister. There are no physical differences. Neither one of us went through the trouble of changing our looks so we would be different.
"I told her it was a mistake and to forget that it happened. I don't want our friendship to change. I don't know what came over me."
"Funny. That's what you told me after you kissed me."
His eyes snap to mine and his body stiffens under my legs before he pushes them off him.
"Does she know? About that night in the rain?" I ask quietly. Just speaking the words make me nervous. I never kept a secret from my twin in my life.
I watch the muscles working in his jaw. He always does that when he has something to say but doesn't want to voice it.
"Probably."
I swallow the lump in my throat as I recall that night. Miles stands and starts to pace the tiny living room. He looks ridiculous taking four steps only to turn around and take four more.
"The storm was rolling in. We should have been there for her," I say, trying to hide the guilt that's swallowing me.
"You wanted to go to that party. I wanted to stop you," he adds.
I'm not stupid. I don't believe in the fairy tales and true love like London does. I believe in lust, sex, and desperation. Miles acted out of desperation. He wanted me to stay, I wanted to leave. He got my attention. That was probably the case with London as well.
And that's all that was, I tell myself. But London will dissect and mull over every detail of that kiss. She will wonder why and what it means. Where I call it as I see it, she will see something more.
"Don't fuck with her, Miles," I warn.
"Fuck, Brooklyn," he growls, turning to me. "That is the last thing I'm trying to do."
I nod and lean back, acting satisfied and bored with the discussion. I don't want to talk about it anymore. He told me to forget it happened and I will. If I know anything about Miles, I do know he loves us both and wouldn't hurt us. It's how he loves us that I'm unclear about.
Miles knows I don't do commitment or relationships. A kiss is just a kiss and sex is just sex. I don't need unconditional love. I already have that. No man will be able to give that to me. My father couldn’t either, so I found it in my other half. That's just fine with me and always has been.
"Want to go for a run?" I ask. I'm exhausted but we both have something we need to burn off. We used to run every other morning back home since middle
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