Triangle, Tangled, Twisted

☆☆chapter three☆☆

It has been a few hours since dad drove off, he hasn't called or even messages me once.

I sighed and put my fork down, I had suddenly lost my appetite, my head was still swimming with confusion. I looked at the tattoo on my left hand, to tell you the truth it looks really beautiful and very elegant. The only question was... How and why did I get it? And what are the dreams that I keep having? That person... Looks just like me... Twin sister...? She has said... Also who was dad talking too? Our daughter he had said...

"UGH!!" I shouted frustrated, just then my cell rang.

"Hello?" I asked.

Nothing.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

Nothing.

I looked at the caller ID "unknown".

"Weird." I said and hang up.

Looking at the kitchen clock, the time is 8:49 p.m. It's getting late and dad hasn't came home yet. I decided to call him, but no one answered.

I called him for another ten minute but he still didn't pick up. I started to get worried. Dad has always answered my calls no matter how busy he div was, even if he was mad he would still make sure to give me a text stating that he was fine.

"Stop worrying Justine! Maybe dad is called back to the hospital for an important surgery.

I sighed, I better go do something that would keep my mine off of things. I decided to do my remanning History homework. I worked on my homework for a hour before I feel myself slowly drift of to a restless sleep.

I woke up from the doorbell that was ringing non-stop for the pass to minutes. I groaned and got up, looked at the alarm clock: 8:20 a.m. I groaned again, who the he k would be here so early?

I quickly ran down the stairs getting annoyed by the horrible doorbell noise, I looked at the hallway mirror and fixed my bed head and wiped my hands down my face hoping it would get the sleepy face away.

I opened the door and saw a middle aged lady standing there looked annoyed one hand on her hips and her other hand was pressed on our doorbell. Her long blonde her was tied in a tight bun on the top if her head, she had lovely sky blue eyes, small nose, and pink full lips. She was wearing a white blouse and skinny jeans with high black heels. She had a petite frame but there was something about her that radiate confidence. She looked beautiful.

"Um... Hi...?" I asked.

"Good morning, darling." She said and smiled her whole face brightening her, annoyed face was gone. Her voice was soft and sweet.

"Um, can I help you?" I asked.

"Yes, but can I come in?"

Normally I would have said no but there was something there that made me trust her. "Oh, yes please come on in." I said and opened the door wider for her to come in. I closed the door and showed her to the living room.

"Pleas have a seat." I said pointing at the couch then I remembered that I was still wearing my pj's and blushed.

"Uh sorry about my clothes, let me go change." I said and was about to walk away when she stopped me.

"It's fine honey, you still look very stunning." I blushed this person was just too nice.

"Would you like anything to drink?" I asked.

"It's fine I'm not thirsty, please have a seat too." She said and patted the seat beside hers. I did what I was told and sat beside her.

We sat in silence for a while before she started talking.

"I bet you are wondering why I'm I doing here and who I am right?" I nodded. "We'll first of all my name is Jane Amelia Mary Sanders but you can all me Jane."

"High nice too met you. I'm Justine Chloe Miller, but you can call me Chloe." I smiled and shamed her extended hand.

"I hope I don't scare you, but I know who you are already..." She trailed off.

"Oh."

"The reason I know you is because of your mother." She said.

"M-mother?" I asked, "you know my mother before she died?"

"What? Honey, what are you talking about? Your mother isn't dead. Dear lord she is very much alive." She exclaimed.

"How's that possible? My dad said that she had cancer and passed always when I was just 3 years old!"

"Oh honey! Your dad was lying." She said and pulled out a picture from her hand bag and handed it to me.

I gasped. In the picture was my mother with her light brown hair like mine flowing freely around her and her green eyes shinning, beside her was... Me...? No that person wasn't me, she didn't have blue eyes like mine hers was green like my mothers, her hair was a few shades darker than mine like my dads... That person was the same one in my dream...

"That," Jane said pointing at the person that looks just like me, "is your twin sister Alexi."