Split

19

                “How did you know it was going to rain?” I asked as I turned around. But, I was talking to myself.

                The twins were already headed out the gates. They sure do move fast. I looked down at the grave. “Have a nice night.” I said with a slight bow.

                I jogged to the car. Stopping at the gate to catch my breath, and walked the rest of the way. Both of the sisters were on the trunk. Xenilla sitting on it with her legs crossed, and Aeoie leaning on it. Both of them, staring down to the ground. “So, what’s wrong?” I asked as I walked to them.

                Neither of them replied, instead Aeoie looked up and smiled slightly. “It’s nothing. We just get a little bit sad when it comes to this type of thing.”

                “Yeah. It’s a sad concept.” Xenilla said as she hoped off the trunk.

                For some reason, she seemed more upset about it than her sister. Regardless, I couldn’t get a good fix on her face. But for some reason, she looked like she was going to cry. Was it that serious to them?

                “I’ll give you the directions to our house.” Aeoie said as she got into the passenger’s seat.

                Xenilla dove into the back seat and laid down. “Will you be alright back there?” I asked as I got in. “It could get bumpy.”

                “I’ll be fine.” She said as she rolled over, not showing me her face. “I’ve suffered worse.”

                What was that supposed to mean? I shook my head. I can’t get a good fix on her at all. So straight forward, yet so distant.

                I put the car in reverse and began to drive up the road. With Aeoie’s directions, we stopped in front of the gates to a large house. The largest I’ve ever seen in this city. More the type you would see celebrities living in.

                There were a few men who came from out of a booth hands close to their hips. Were they going to shoot us!? Xenilla got up and sighed as she reached for the door. “Wait,” I started. “What if they shoot?”

                “Then my Dad will take care of them.” She said as she opened the doors and walked out.

                I watched as the men all moved their hands from their hips and bowed to her. “What?” I asked out loud, forgetting Aeoie was still in the car.

                “Father’s private security.” Aeoie said as she looked down at the dashboard.

                Private security…. What in the hell? Who exactly are these girls?

                Aeoie got out the car and looked up to the sky. A young boy came from running from the house and opened the gate. “Aeoie!!” He yelled as he ran past Xenilla, holding an umbrella in hand.

                Xenilla looked back at the boy but continued to walk a head. As she walked, 3 ladies ran passed her, calling out to the boy.

                “Eden.” Aeoie said as she watched the boy run to her.

                “I thought you weren’t going to come back, I was getting lonely! Who’s that?” The boy turned his attention to me, and pointed with the tip of the umbrella.

                I waved from the windshield. “Hi, I’m Leo.”

                “Leo?” He said my name as if he had known me all my life.

                Before I could say anything, a man came to my window, asking me to get out. “W-why?” I asked.

                “You’re blocking the gate.”

                I looked back, I was in the middle of the path. I followed what was asked and got out. He drove off a head and Aeoie looked at me. Her hand around the little boy. “This is our brother, Eden.”

                He smiled at me slightly but hid behind Aeoie. My vision was blurred with a drop of water that hit my nose. I looked up, the once clear sky was now a dark gray, and drops of water splashed my face. “Rain.”

                “I told you,” Aeoie said as she opened the umbrella. “It’s supposed to be hard too.”

                 I rubbed the rain from my forehead and jumped. The pain from the bruise came back. “What’s wrong?” Aeoie said as she walked over to me.

                “It’s nothing,” I started. “Just a bruise that I got last night.”

                “Oh.” She softly put her hand on my head and felt it. “Sorry. Just want to see how bad it is.”

                Eden tugged at her shirt. “Come on, Aeoie, Mother would like to see you before the rain gets too hard.”

                Aeoie looked over to her brother and nodded. One of the ladies opened the umbrella and followed the two down the pathway other ladies following behind, leaving me with the guards. “So,” I started. “Get guests often?”