Read Twinsequences (A Twisted Twin Series) Online
Authors: Jennifer Foor
She
hung
up
before
I
could
say
anything
else.
I’d
made
the
first
step
at
getting
her
upset.
I
wasn’t
going
to
stop
until
I
had
everything
she’d
taken
from
me.
This
was
war
and
I
wasn’t
about
to
lose.
I
didn’t
care
about
her
feelings,
and
after
what
she’d
done,
I
didn’t
even
feel
bad
about
it.
While
still
in
a
piss
poor
mood,
I
grabbed
my
keys
and
headed
for
my
car.
When
I
got
out
to
the
road
it
started
to
pour
down
rain.
I
was
so
distraught,
that
I
dropped
my
keys
twice,
trying
to
find
the
right
one
and
unlock
my
door.
The
kicker
was
that
I
had
power
locks,
but
the
battery
on
my
keypad
got
wet
and
I
had
yet
to
replace
it.
While
standing
there
flipping
through
keys,
someone
approached
me
with
an
umbrella.
Figuring
it
was
just
one
of
my
neighbors,
I
continued
to
unlock
and
open
my
car
door.
I
turned
around
to
say
thank
you
and
saw
Stosh
standing
there.
It
was
pouring
all
around
us.
“I
thought
I
told
you
to
leave.”
“You’re
an
intelligent
woman,
but
I
don’t
have
to
listen
to
you.”
“I
feel
like
you
raped
me.
You
may
as
well
have.
The
end
result
was
just
the
same.”
I
had
my
hands
on
my
hips,
as
if
it
made
me
look
more
serious.
“That
hurts.”
“Well,
it’s
the
truth!
Now
you
tell
me
that
my
sister
had
some
scheme
to
get
me
pregnant
and
you
were
in
on
it
the
whole
time?
You’re
sick!”
“I
wanted
you
and
you
wanted
me
too.
So
what
if
I
lied
about
what
brought
us
together.
What
we
shared
was
mutual
and
you
know
it.
I
would
never
do…”
He
was
so
damn
adamant,
but
all
I
wanted
to
do
was
wipe
the
smile
off
of
his
face.
“You
would
never
what?
Let
it
happen?
You’re
a
day
late
and
a
dollar
short
for
that
comment.
I
wish
it
never
happened!
I
wish
I
never
went
back
to
town
and
we
were
never
together.”
I
climbed
into
my
car,
leaving
him
standing
there.
When
he
never
moved,
I
rolled
down
the
window.
He
looked
like
he
was
going
to
cry.
His
eyes
were
serious
and
full
of
pain.
“You
don’t
mean
that.”
“Move
out
of
the
way.
I
have
to
go.”
He
just
stood
there,
holding
his
umbrella,
like
he
hadn’t
heard
me.
“Stosh,
please,
just
go
home.
Live
your
life
and
stop
worrying
about
me.
You
know
if
Ivy
catches
you
here,
she’s
going
to
go
all
ape-‐shit.
I
can’t
take
anymore
of
her
antics.
I
just
want
to
live
my
life,
without
all
of
this
bullshit!
I
want
to
forget
any
of
it
happened.”
A
single
tear
fell
down
his
face.
“Please…Don’t
make
me
leave,
Will.”
“Goodbye,
Stosh.”
I
started
pulling
the
car
away
from
the
curb,
before
he’d
even
moved.
He
backed
away
quickly
and
watched
me
drive
away
from
him.
I
was
a
sobbing
mess,
but
I
kept
driving,
knowing
that
he
would
follow
if
I
didn’t.
When
I
pulled
into
the
pharmacy,
a
rush
of
worry
came
over
me.
I
didn’t
have
the
money
or
the
resources
to
raise
a
child
on
my
own.
My
sister
knew
that.
She
and
Stosh
were
legally
married.
They
had
a
place
to
live
and
parents
that
could
help
them.
If
I
was
pregnant,
there
was
a
good
chance
she
could
really
win
custody.
I
wasn’t
about
to
let
that
happen.
That
night,
alone
in
my
house,
I
sat
there
staring
at
the
box
of
tests.
I
was
upset
with
myself
for
putting
myself
in
this
exact
predicament.
Surely,
we
should
have
used
protection.
Had
I
not
been
part
of
some
master
plan,
maybe
I
could
have
prevented
all
of
this.
Still,
there
I
was,
sitting
on
the
floor
of
my
empty
place,
in
fear
of
what
would
be
the
result.
I
took
them
all
just
to
make
sure
they
all
came
out
the
same.
There
it
was,
right
in
front
of
me.
I
think
I
was
in
shock;
unable
to
believe
that
it
was
even
possible.
I
cried
and
cried,
not
that
it
could
change
anything.
All
my
life,
I’d
never
considered
having
to
get
an
abortion.
It
went
against
everything
that
I’d
ever
believed
in.
After
taking
three
tests,
I
was
on
the
phone
with
the
clinic,
scheduling
something
that
I
didn’t
want
to
do.
I
couldn’t
raise
a
baby.
I
couldn’t
give
it
up
for
adoption,
because
I
knew
who
would
be
first
in
line.
She’d
get
wind
of
my
situation
and
be
there
to
take
away
my
child.
Once
again,
my
sister
was
ripping
my
heart
out.
Had
she
thought
about
this
result?
Had
she
known
that
I
would
suffer
either
way?
My
appointment
wasn’t
for
two
weeks
and
that
just
made
my
decision
even
harder.
As
the
days
went
by,
my
heart
broke
more
by
the
second.
I
moved
into
my
new
apartment,
started
my
new
job
early,
and
tried
to
get
by.
Except,
starting
a
new
job,
when
my
heart
was
elsewhere,
made
for
bad
first
impressions.
I
showed
no
initiative,
because
I
didn’t
care
about
anything
anymore.
All
of
the
countless
hours
I’d
spent
studying,
all
of
the
things
that
I’d
missed
out
on,
had
left
me
with
regret.
I
just
didn’t
care
about
anything
anymore.
If
lightening
were
to
strike
me,
or
I’d
be
hit
by
a
car
and
die,
it
would
have
been
a
good
thing.
Giving
up
my
baby,
because
it
was
the
only
means
of
protecting
it,
was
the
only
option.
As
the
days
got
closer
to
my
unborn
child’s
horrible
fate,
I
contemplated
ending
my
own
life.
The
idea
of
living
a
life
and
knowing
what
I’d
done
was
going
to
consume
me
forever.
Now
that
I
was
out
of
school,
and
out
on
my
own,
I
couldn’t
expect
an
allowance
from
my
parents.
Not
that
they
were
even
on
speaking
terms
with
me.
I’d
tried
to
contact
them
several
instances,
one
time
even
pleading,
but
they
refused
to
listen.
My
sister
had
brainwashed
them
into
thinking
that
I
actually
had
tried
to
break
up
her
marriage,
by
having
an
affair
with
Stosh.
Since
they
wouldn’t
talk
to
me
by
phone,
I
wrote
them
letters,
in
which
I
assume
my
sister
intercepted.
It
didn’t
even
matter.
At
the
end
of
the
day
they
were
going
to
believe
my
grieving
sister
over
me,
even
if
her
grieving
was
all
a
load
of
bullshit.
On
the
morning
of
my
appointment
I
called
a
cab
and
threw
up
three
times
before
the
driver
arrived.
I
was
shaking
profusely
and
had
no
idea
how
I
was
going
to
force
myself
to
walk
inside
of
that
clinic.
The
waiting
room
was
filled
with
young
girls,
seeking
the
same
fate
as
I
was.
We
were
all
going
to
regret
it,
I
was
sure
of
that.
One
day,
we
would
walk
by
a
mother
and
child
and
think
about
what
it
would
have
been
like
to
hold
our
baby,
to
kiss
our
baby,
to
have
our
baby.
I
only
sat
there
for
several
minutes
before
I
had
to
make
a
mad
dash
for
the
ladies
room.
There,
I
splashed
water
on
my
face
and
told
myself
this
was
the
only
way.
The
pain
was
just
too
new
for
me
to
be
able
to
move
on.
When
they
called
my
name
to
go
back,
I
had
to
meet
with
a
counselor.
It
was
good
they
had
them
there,
for
the
girls
who
were
unsure
of
what
they
wanted.
They
wanted
all
options
to
be
weighed
before
we
took
that
final
step.
Several
hours
later,
I
was
calling
a
cab
and
heading
home.
I’d
made
my
bed,
now
I
was
going
to
have
to
lay
in
it.
I
was
keeping
my
baby.
Determined
to
turn
my
life
around,
I
decided
not
to
tell
Stoshua
the
truth.
If
he
really
loved
me,
he
would
want
to
be
with
me
even
if
there
was
no
baby.
It
took
me
three
days
to
conjure
up
the
nerve
to
call
him.
I
don’t
know
why
I
had
to
talk
to
him,
but
something
told
me
that
I
just
had
to
know
if
his
feelings
were
real.
I
had
to
know
if
he
was
going
to
destroy
my
sister.
I
called
when
he
was
at
work,
knowing
my
sister
wouldn’t
be
anywhere
near
him.
As
far
as
I
knew,
they
weren’t
together,
but
I’d
been
lied
to
before,
so
I
had
to
make
sure
I
was
protecting
myself.
Willow?
Are
you
alright?
I’m
surprised
to
hear
from
you.
I
thought
you’d
written
me
off.
Not
yet.
I
started
to
cry
immediately.
I
don’t
get
why,
because
talking
to
him
wasn’t
exactly
difficult
for
me.
I
guess
I
just
wanted
a
place
to
belong.
I
felt
so
alone,
like
there
was
nobody
that
could
heal
my
heart.
The
longer
it
had
been
from
me
hearing
from
Stosh,
the
more
I
realized
that
I
couldn’t
just
get
over
him.
I
hated
him,
but
I
loved
him
just
as
much.
Still,
I
needed
to
do
this.
I
had
to
go
on
with
my
life
and
this
was
the
only
way
to
make
that
happen.