The Twins Across The Street

chapter 1- Home?

Do you know that feeling? The feeling when your stomach starts to tighten as you feel the wings of millions of butterflies fluttering inside of your gut? The feeling of pure oxytocin coursing through your veins making you feel as if you're floating in the air? The feeling of your heart running at 100 miles per second everytime they looked in your direction. Until recently, I never knew how to describe those fuzzy feelings that built up inside of my body, untill now….

I sat in the back seat of Chris's car, dazing out the window, watching as the rain fell from the sky, splashing on all the cars that passed in a rushed blur. I felt my lips part as a sigh escaped from my throat. It was the first day here and I already wanted to jump out of the car and run…run till my legs turned to jelly, run till my legs couldn't hold my weight anymore, run...till I was home again.

My body slumped in the seat as I looked at Chris through the rearview mirror. I felt something unnatural enter my body as I looked at his dull chuck hazel eyes. I felt a strong feeling of exasperation. I felt myself start to loathe him. A simple look at him made those feelings grow stronger. I wanted to do nothing more then wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze it till his face turned blue, till his eyes rolled back into his skull, to watch the life drain from those dull, heartless eyes.

"Hey Junie-" Helen went to talk but I was quick to cut her off when the words 'Junie' left her lips. "That's not my name" I snapped out, my eyes darting to her direction. "...Juniper" she corrected herself with a sigh, as if me wanting her to call me by my legal name was such a problem to her, she annoyed me so much. She acts as if she could replace the woman that spent 8 hours in a hospital bed just to give birth to me. "..were almost there" She continued, yet I just toned out her croaky voice.

I felt Chris look back at me through the rearview mirror. He hated how I acted towards his new, young girlfriend, the same girl he used as a replacement 'mother', but all I saw her as was a parasite, leeching off of his money. Using him to get expensive items that he wouldn't have dared to get my actual mom. "Juniper…when we get to the house..i need to talk to you." Chris said. His voice was gruff and held a harsh tone to it. His voice made my skin crawl after what he had done.

"Whatever Chris" I huffed out, rolling my eyes in the process as I looked out the window, watching as the harsh rain slowed to a drizzle. I wouldn't dare call him my dad anymore after all the bullshit he put me through only 2 weeks ago. Someone like him was not someone you wanted to call your father. He was the type of person that acted all nice and sickly sweet in public but behind closed doors his whole personality would change.

Soon, after 8 drawn out minutes, the car took a sharp turn and jolted to a harah stop, signaling that we had made it to our new 'home'. My eyes wandered to the front window of the car, landing on the house. The look of the house made my face scrunch up in pure disgust.

The house was a two story house. The wood seemed to splinter and bend. The wood looked dirty and in need of a good wash. And the window on the upstairs bedroom to the left was broken, like someone had thrown something at it. I let out a sigh. With all the money Chris claims to have, this was what he bought and what he wanted to turn into our new 'home'. Maybe he couldn't afford something nice because he wasted all his money on the skank i had to call Helen. I didn't even look at the two of them as I grabbed my small suitcase and opened the car door, unbuckling my seat belt and stepping out of the car.

The rain had practically stopped by now, leaving behind a muggy feeling, making my skin feel sticky. I looked around lazely, looking at all of the dull houses that surrounded the house my father got. Each house looked the same, with minor differences that the owners had added. Flags, potted plants, and small gardens growing vegetables and arrangements of different colored flowers were the only color that this dead looking street held. I already hated all of this…this wasn't home. It didn't feel like home..it didnt offer the comfort that a place deemed 'home' would. I let a sigh escape from my parted lips as I continued to look, till my eyes landed on a window on the house just across the street.