Game for two//h.s.

ChapterThree

I stood in front of a little family house that brings so many memories. Big tree in the front yard, red fence, dog house and old balls in the corner of the yard. But now, the old tree I fell from and broke my arm when I was five is cutted down. Red fence that me and my brother painted is now white. Dog house that my dad built when we got our first dog is now replaces with a small garden. And balls that me and my brother played with even if they were old are now thrown away. Every single thing was gone.

I slowly walked to the front porch and rang the bell. A beautiful women with wide and happy smile opened the door. Sarah, my step-mom. As her eyes landed on me they widened in surprise and something else. Her smile nowhere to be seen.

'What are you doing here?', she asked me quietly. She obviously didn't want anyone to hear her.

'I need your help',I saw the suspicious look in her eyes, 'Please Mom'

I saw her eyes softened as I called her Mom. Even if she wasn't my real mom, we were always really close and I considered her as my mom. But before she could answer me his voice came from the living room.

'Honey, who rang the bell?'

I froze before he came into my view. As he saw me he froze too. There were so much emotions in his eyes that I couldn't tell which one was the strongest. Anger? Sadness? Happiness? Sorrow? Regret?

I don't know how long we were looking at each other in silence before I broke it.

'Dad?',my voice was weak, sounding like a little broken girl I am deep iniside.

His eyes flashed with something as he stepped in front of Sarah, pushing her behind him in a protective stance, 'What do you want?', his voice was cold, no emotions in there. Same for his eyes.

'I-I need your help.'

'You need help? From us? After everything you did you want us to help you? Why should we? You don't belong here! You don't belong with us! You will only ruin us! Leave! Now!', he was yelling so loudly that his whole face was red.

I wasn't able to speak. I could feel the lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away and tried to mask my pained expresion. But I couldn't. And he saw it. His eyes softened.

'Kate, I'm..'

'No', I interrupted him, 'Don't. I get it. I really do. I'm a failure and a bad kid. I know it all. I know you hate me for what I did and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.', my voice broke at the end.

He was about to reply when little footsteps interrupted us.

Big brown eyes looked up at me, the eyes same as mine. My mouth fell open in realisation.

'Daddy, who is this girl?', my little brother asked.

'No one Jacob, she was just leaving.', Sarah answered him.

'Who are you?', he ignored his mom and looked straight at me. My heart clenched in my chest.

I smiled a little and looked at my dad, 'Don't worry. I won't ruin this life you have now. Good bye.'

I walked to my bike and turned it on. When I looked back the door was closed. I sighed and headed to the place I haven't visited in 3 years.

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'Umpf', I made a weird noise as i sat down on the ground.

'Hey bro, how're you doin?', I asked as I looked up at the sky.

Silence answered me, 'What the hell am I going to do?'

Silence. Again. I looked to my right. My brother was 15 in this picture. It was a picture of him and me on the first day of high school only I wasn't seen in this picture. I mean, who puts an alive person on a gravestone right?

'Do you mind?', I asked as I rested my back against his gravestone. I smiled in pain, 'Of course you don't. You're dead. I fucking killed you.'

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*flashback*

'Kate!', my brother's voice echoed throu the empty house, 'Get your ass down! We're gonna be late!'

'Haven't you heard of an expresion fasionably late?', I yelled back as I sprayed my perfume on.

'I'm gonna drag you out if you don't hurry up!'

I just chuckled at him. I looked at the mirror one last time. Light blue sundress hugged my curves in all the right places and reached mid-thigh. My long brown hair fell down my back in loose curls and my makeup was on point. All ready to go! I ran down the stairs and straight into my brother.

'What the hell?',he yelled as he saw me. I raised my brow. ' You aren't going out in that!'

'Kyle. Shut up.', I walked past him and into our friend Nick's car.

'Hey Kate! Yo Kyle! Ready to party?', Nick yelled excited. Nick was 17 and a player, just like my brother.

'Hell yeah dude!', Kyle yelled back and we were headed to the party.

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I drank my fifth cup of beer. Or is it fourth? I don't really know. I lost count after two vodkas, four tequilas and one beer. I was really drunk. And Kyle wasn't doing any better.

Curently he was heavilly making out with some girl. Gross. But I can't really judge him. I'm quite enjoying Harry's arms on me and his lips on mine. It feels like heaven. Soon we were in one of the bedrooms, our clothes on the floor.

They say that your first time is special, but I don't really remember mine. All I remember is a lot of pain and my brother banging on the door before breaking it. He beat the shit out of Harry and draged me out of the room. We got into a huge fight.

Him telling me calm down and that I'm making a mistake. I told him to fuck off and that it was my life. He got really angry and called me a whore so I pushed him, hard. And he fell. Down the stairs. I remember it like it was yesterday. Me running down the stair to punch him some more and then realising that he's not breathing. I remember me hugging his body to my chest as I cried. I remember the hospital, police station, my parents crying, but what I remember the most is my last words to him. I hate you.

But I didn't, I loved him with all my life.

The next few days were hestic, the funeral, the investigations, fights with parents, guilt eating me alive and then I was sent to boarding school. That's were I was for two years.

For those two years I was depressed, blaiming my self. I felt like a half of me died. And it did. Cause I killed my twin brother.

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*present*

I was sobbing and crying like there's no tomorow. I just snapped in two. Guilt eating me alive and I did what I do best. I went to the first party I found and got my self drunk. I woke up next morning with a headich and a hot guy sleeping next to me. Naked.

Nothing new.

Excep that the guy was Harry.

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A.N.

How was it? :-3

Lj