Bianchi Twins | On Hold

One

The rain droplets flow down the stained glass windows. The sound of thunder makes itself known every few minutes. Just yesterday the weather was nice with 64 degrees and full blown sunshine. At least as nice as you'll get in the beginning of fall in Chicago. Today it got cooler and the temperature dropped to 49. Not much of a surprise though. The weather is always different in the windy city. One day it could be a heat wave and the next you could be taking out your sweaters you keep for winter. This just proves how much could change in 24 hours.

Just last night my mom and her boyfriend, Floyd, were beating me and Armani for staying out late. We had just gotten back from a fight, which I won. We entered the house, thinking they would be passed out by now, turns out they weren't. They ran out of cash and wanted some of ours. But we weren't home to give it to them, therefore they didn't have money for their drugs. Let's just say they beat us pretty bad. I could barely get out of bed today. Armani's face is badly banged up. His black eye and busted lip compliment each other. He got hit badly in the back, but luckily those bruises should heal in a few weeks.

After they had finished with us, they went back to sitting on the couch and drinking their cheap alcohol.

Now here we are. Standing over our mom's body. "Is she dead?" I ask my twin, he shrugs. Armani kneels down and checks Dominique's pulse. First he checks both sides of her neck, then her wrist, and he even tries under her nose.

Pretty sure the drugs stopped making breath come out of that thing years ago.

Armani gets up and sighs. He closes his eyes and shakes his head. "Yeah, she's dead." I suck in a breath and hold it in for a good few seconds. I stare down at my so-called mother.

Is it bad I don't feel bad? That I don't feel any emotion towards this right now?

"Well fuck," I say. "Do we call the cops?..."Armani looks at me like I'm stupid. "Of course we call the cops! What else are we supposed to do?" he exclaims.

"I'm just saying! I don't particularly like the police and I know you don't either. So I'm just asking if that's what you want to do." I tell him calmly. He nods apologetically.

"I'm sorry Rea. This is just stressful. I don't know what I should be feeling right now, you know?" he said, shaking his head. "Yeah I know." I whisper. He starts to pull his hair in frustration. "I'm going to go and call them." I tell him. He nods and moves away from Dominique's body. I move to the connected kitchen area and dial 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" The call-taker asks. "Um... my mom just overdosed. She's dead." I tell her.

"Okay sweetheart, can you tell me where you and your mom are at right now?" I tell her my address.

"Alright, I need your name and your mom's name." she asks me.

"My name is Andrea Rosa Moore. My mother's name is Dominique Bayn Moore." I tell her. Can we hurry this up?

"Are you alone Andrea?" she asks. "No, my twin brother is also here."

"Okay. I sent an ambulance to your location. They should be arriving in a few minutes. Do you want to stay on the line with me?"

"No. But thank you." I tell her before hanging up. Damn that was stressful. I walk over to where Amarni leans against the window sill. He stares out onto the empty street. I walk over next to him and wrap my arms around him.

"You gonna be okay?" I ask softly. He looks down at me and offers a small smile. "I'm good Rea. What about you?" I shrug.

"I don't know what to feel either. I hate her. It would be different if she ever cared about us, but she didn't. She has always hated us. So what's the point of mourning her, after everything she did to us?" I tell him. He nods at my words, "I felt the same way." I let go of him and jumped onto the kitchen counter.