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“Come on Y/N, they’re already on their way and I told them you’d be coming” a voice from the closet called as flashes of color flew out.
“Don’t care, don't really remember asking either- would you stop throwing shit?! You almost hit the light!” Beach parties weren’t really my first choice of a good time, but being with my sister means more than that. We were inseparable as children, being twins does that to you, but we grew into ourselves as time wore on. My sister had an aura around her that drew people in, perfect for someone as outgoing as her- especially with how bored she gets. I, on the other hand, was happy to stay as her shadowed companion. It wasn’t like I was “in her shadow” and felt bitter like some people believe. I had my friends and aspirations, but she always made sure to pop my bubble and drag me with her for some excitement; it keeps me from going insane sometimes. On nights when she needed to get away from the drama of her friends, I was more than happy to be her scapegoat for a quiet night in. For as long as I could remember, she was my rock and I was hers, even when we drove each other up the wall. And tonight was one of those nights.
“Why are you asking me what to wear, you know you look good in anything” I scoff. “I mean, you could wear an old potato sack and the entire football team would cream their pants” I laugh as my sister glares into my soul.
“Here” she throws a wad of black fabric at me “I bought it for Vic’s Labor Day party but, you know…” she waves her hand dismissively to avoid having to say she actually got grounded. I snicker knowingly, causing her to roll her eyes. “Just get changed before I force you to stay home and listen to mom and dad gush about the golden child’s track meet”
“Fine, but only because I don’t want to hear any more about how ‘he has his life together' and ‘you girls should be asking him for advice on how to secure a good financial future’” I groan, imitating our father’s high and mighty tone. My twin shook with laughter and I responded with a smile of my own
The swimsuit itself was definitely my sister’s style: skimpy, black, and so many straps you get lost in them. She does have good taste, what can I say? I shed my shirt to throw on the top when the familiar sound of wheels on gravel makes its way down the driveway. My sister yells out the window to the jet-black car, letting them know she’ll come down to open the door before running downstairs with an excited smile. It was refreshing to see her like this, for too many nights this month I heard sobbing from her shower. No matter how hard she tried, I saw stress and desperation in her eyes. But whenever I would ask her, all I received was a lighthearted sneer, some comment about how this isn't my psych class, and a lame excuse. But she's my other half, she could never hide anything from me. Life finally seemed to be looking brighter.
“-and then he completely ate shit” a voice I immediately recognized echoed from the stairway. Vicrul must have hitched a ride with whoever was harassed into chauffeuring tonight, and there are only a few people who can stand him for so long. Just as I grab my shirt to finish getting dressed the door opens revealing the one person I secretly hoped wouldn’t be our chauffeur.
“Damn, who are you and what have you done with Y/N? You should dress like that more often” Kylo fucking Ren, my sister’s on and off again boyfriend and the only guy I’ve ever had a crush on. I thought their most recent breakup was final, it was the messiest by far- let's just say both parties' phones were not salvageable afterwards. But as fiery as it ended, they seemed to be more in love than ever before. Anywhere Ren goes, my sister follows- something they never did before. I’d think those two were surgically fused to each other if I didn’t know any better.
“Alright pervs, get the fuck out so we finish getting ready” my sister chastises and slams the door in his face, while all I can do is stare at where he once stood. I knew I should be horrified that my sister’s boyfriend just saw me half naked but all I can focus on was the way he looked at me. “I told them to wait downstairs for us” She gives me an apologetic smile, but her eyes hold a deep concern that doesn’t match the situation.
“It’s fine, I was finished anyways. Now let’s get going before I decide to leave your sorry ass to deal with those two demons” I laugh, snapping out of it and start packing our bags. No matter how good it felt, I can’t let myself feel that way about him- she matters too much to me.
“Hey Y/N, please don’t get too upset if they ignore tonight… you know how those two can be”
“I understand don’t worry, I can never be mad at you. Besides, you’re the one who has to deal with them every day. I get to escape Vic’s bullshit, unlike you” I tease while we finally go meet up with our lovely companions waiting in the kitchen. The two men seem to be in a heated conversation that quickly ends when they see us.
“Wow, don’t get too excited now” my sister rolls her eyes before kicking Vicrul out of the way to rummage through the cabinets, tucked away in a hidden alcove, is our best-kept secret. She pulls out a half-empty bottle of fireball and dozens of assorted cans we managed to sneak away throughout the year.
Vicrul turns to us with a wry chuckle “don’t say I never did anything for ya”. He pulls out a water bottle suspiciously half-filled with a dark liquid and poured it into two shot glasses. Where did he even get those? When I open my mouth to ask why there are only two glasses, he pulls a flask out of his pocket with a wicked smirk.
My sister, always the bold one, takes it without a beat. “Let’s kick senior year’s ass and party like pornstars” Obviously our aunt’s warning about taking mysterious shots was long forgotten. Her face soured at the taste “what the fuck was that Vic?! It tasted like ass” He let out a barking laugh causing the two to start fighting like she does with our brother.
“Hey, I’ll be right back- forgot the speaker” I quickly drink the foul liquid with a full body shudder, to both of the men’s amusement judging by the pitifully concealed laughter, and run back upstairs to find the troublesome object. Since it was not on her desk while we were getting ready it should be in her travel bag. But of course, today of all days it isn’t in there, and if I’m too slow I’m subjected to hours of bitching from Vicrul. Vowing to apologize later, I tear apart her closet and dresser but nothing came up. Pulling out my phone to look at the time, I realize I don’t have any more time to waste, hopefully, it’s in her car, if not maybe one of the boys decided to bring one. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of breaking glass accompanied by a loud thud. However, the blood-curdling scream that followed truly chilled me to my core.
Sprinting downstairs, I was greeted by a sight straight from my nightmares. Time stood still- there was my sister, my other half, curled in a pool of blood. Her hands covered her stomach, soaked in red as she coughed and wheezed. My phone drops to the floor, my hands no longer responsive as I gaze at the scene in horror. Three pairs of eyes pierce into me, some more crazed than others. “RUN!!” she shrieks at me with blood dripping from her mouth. The two men leap into action, shaking me out of my stupor.
Hearing thundering footsteps from behind me, I didn’t dare to check how close they were when I felt something brush against the back of my shirt. At this rate, they’ll catch me before I ever reach my bedroom, so I duck through the closest door, locking it immediately and barricading it with an old chair. Unfortunately, the room I choose was my brother's with no hiding spots in sight. The door shakes and begins splintering, as my time runs out I decide to try my luck with the window. Pulling the screen from the frame I dart onto the roof before hearing a large crash coming from inside the room. Quietly, I try to make it as far away from the window as possible, and I glance at the ground, freezing in place. My head is beginning to spin and if I jump I may not be able to recover in time, but I’m not strong enough to pull myself higher up and out of their sight. So I pray and beg to anyone who may be listening to spare my life and keep Kylo or Vicrul from noticing where I am. Unfortunately, there is no one who takes pity on me as I see a large body with long dark hair crawl onto the roof, sealing my fate. And so, I jump.
My head slams onto the hard ground and my vision is clouded with black spots, unable to make sense of the world other than one thing- my assailant followed me off the roof. Everything begins to spin and I take a second to recompose myself, closing my eyes for just a moment. When I open them Kylo is leaning over me, humming a tune I’ve heard in my nightmares and my mind is flooded with fuzzy memories. On late nights when I would sneak away from my sister’s parties, he always found me and offered me his drink to finish while my mind became numb. of carried to my sister, explanations of me drinking too much and promises to get me home safe, hearing that haunting song while I drift into unconsciousness.
I mentally apologize to all the men in my life, doing what must be done, kicking Ren in the crotch, and going to make a run for it. I scramble to my feet, the dizziness kicking in again but I don’t allow myself to slow down. All I hear is the crunch of feet on gravel and the pounding of my own heart as my vision continues to spin, and my legs begin slipping and stumbling. I beg myself to keep pushing on, it’s the only chance I have but my movements get sluggish and I fall to the ground, chest heaving. I didn’t fall that far, there’s no way I have this bad of a concussion, so why do I feel like I’m underwater? That nightmarish tune, still being sung from the lips of the devil, taunting me with what I know will come next. I feel something grip my hair and begin dragging me back to the house, sharp rocks tearing into my skin before I slowly lose consciousness.
He’s still singing that fucking song… the first thing I notice as I finally begin to awaken. My pounding head and abused body do not even begin to come close to being as painful as this haunting melody. When I finally open my eyes the world is dark and I’m in my bed, why did he bring me here? What happened to Vicrul? My sister? Are my parents and little brother safe? A million questions race to my mind before I hear a sinister chuckle.
“You stupid, stupid girl, do you see the mess you’ve caused?” Kylo taunts from next to the bed, playing with a blood-stained knife.
“Why her?!” I wailed in agony, mourning the loss of my other half.
“That washed-up cunt got in the way. We broke up months ago, she just stuck around pretending, trying to ‘protect you’, stupid pest” He spat “It doesn’t matter though, she was useful enough. She said she didn’t like the way I looked at you” his dark eyes shined in the moonlight, looking like a predator waiting for the perfect chance to strike. “Too bad she noticed too late, I already got a taste and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t allowed seconds”
“You know” he leaned close to me, lips brushing against my earlobe, and whispered “all of this is your fault. Your family would still be here if you had been a good girl, but no you had to keep ignoring me so I took the distractions away. You won’t get distracted again, will you? Your friends, well, ex-friends seem like such sweet souls don’t you think? Remember, you did this but I forgive you”