The Lost Sister

Epilouge

4 years later—

"Move your ass, Cora! Bree is almost here!" Cassidy screamed at the top of her lungs. I cringed at how loud it was.

Okay. Today is the day. I was going to ask Kayla to marry me. Shit. I was going to ask Kayla to marry me.

Zaine appeared by my side as if he could feel my nervousness. "She'll say yes, C." He assured me.

Kayla and I have been through our fair share of up and downs over the years. But we always knew we were never going to depart from one and other. She is the love of my life. And nothing could ever change that.

"Yeah. Yeah. You're right. Okay." I breathed. Zaine walked off to find his boyfriend. He and Dylan are trying to have children soon. They want to get a surrogate.

Now, listen to this. Luca has a girlfriend. And his girl friend is fucking Cassidy! Literally. I couldn't be happier for him.

I stared at myself in the mirror, analyzing how I looked. Then two arms wrapped around me. I looked in the mirror to see a familiar pair of green and blue eyes.

"Stop stressing. You look beautiful. And Kayla loves you." My twin scolded me. I gave him a small smile.

Now here's the big news. Bree is fucking pregnant. That's right. I am going to be a goddamn aunt! I am going to do a kick ass job at it too.

Gray came running into my room. He was 9 now and I was still his favorite sibling. Well, that's what I tell myself.

"I am so excited! It's going to be so fun!" He cheered wrapping me in his small arms.

"I'm the one trying to get engaged. Not you." I laughed slightly at him. He rolled his eyes.

"Not everything's about you, Co Co." He told me. I gasped at him as he checked on his nail polish.

He very much liked it. It was a bright red color. "Dude, I'm literally the one who's proposing." I argued.

"Dude, I'm literally the one that agreed to help. Don't be ungrateful, you old dried banana." He retorted, mocking me.

"Alright. Out. Now. Send Mom and Dad in if you would, asshole." I demanded. He rolled his eyes after sticking his tongue out at me.

"And you say you're his favorite sibling." Connor snickered from my bed. I glared at him.

"I am. He just needs to be reminded." I waved him off with a grin as I continued trying to do my eyeshadow.

Mom and Dad practically ran into the room. I swear, they were dancing. "Is it time?" My mom gushed as she fussed over my hair.

I swatted at her hands causing her to pinch my rib. "Ow!" I whined. And you know what my father did? He laughed.

"Haha. At least it's you and not me." He chuckled more to himself. I blinked at him.

Then, he wrapped me in a hug. "Good luck, princess. She will love it, babygirl." He assured me. This bitch seriously did a full circle.

I returned the hug. "Okay. Uncle Rickey says she's there right?" I ask tentatively as I scratched at my arms.

My brother slapped at me hands where I was scratching. I sighed and let them all to my sides.

I started scratching two years ago. After I realized Anderson was right. Drugs would only suppress the bloodlust for so long. And they did suppress it. Until they didn't.

And I went mad. I was angry all the time. Even more so. I wanted to kill. It was only when Kayla was sobbing at my side. Begging me to come back that I truly did.