A Girl Next Door

Letter

Twin's birthday morning.........

I don't want to go...... Should I make a fake death?...... No, I should just go.

I got a msg from Jess saying "If you don't come, I will haunt you. Remember it". She even sends me a location for that party.

Now it's 6pm, the party starts at 7.

So, if I start to get ready, I can reach around 7.30pm. I started to think whether to go or not, when I rechecked the address because it's our home. It has been 14 years since I left that house because of a huge argument with my father.

I don't want to go there, but something inside me told me to go. I wore my white shirt with a black suit and tied my red tie. Now, I'm ready to go.

I reached there at exactly 7.30. I still remember this place. It is still the same as 12 years ago. As I got there, I saw our white mansion turn into golden black. It's my mom's favorite color. I literally feel light after seeing my house after a long time. When I reached the gate, there were more than 20 cars parked in front of our house, then I got it. It was not a normal party.

Maybe I should get out of here. I don't want to meet this many people, but it's too late.

Parties happen in our backyard, so I don't have to enter the house. As I entered, I saw more than 100 people there, so I heard more of their thoughts. I took a deep breath and went in.

In that whole crowd, I saw this beautiful girl in a beautiful red gown. It has been 7 years since I saw her. I never thought she would be this beautiful. If I get to know she looks this beautiful in her gown, I should attend her marriage. I travel around half of the world and I never see as beautiful a girl as Jess. She was Miss Universe 8 years ago. She never knows I went to her finals. She loves being popular. She even has an entertainment company. That's why today's party is filled with the most beautiful and most talented people.

As I look at her, I hear some people think she must be famous because of her family and her beauty. She even had plastic surgery during her high school.

This is why I hate to go to crowded parties. Maybe I should get some drinks. I know she was born a beauty. When we were in high school, she told me about her dream was to form a musical band. She achieved her dream. I feel proud of her.

I put the gift on the table next to me and had a drink. Not alcohol. As I drank, I saw Jess walk toward me with a killer face. I can hear her cursing me in her thoughts. When she tried to slap me, I pulled her into a hug. It had been more than 7 years.

I really missed her and her hug.

She is still cursing me. She pushed out from me with her teary eyes. I can feel how much she misses me. Without delay, she introduced me to her lovely sons as I'm their uncle. "Hello Uncle" they say in unison. They both have Jess eyes. Both of them are very handsome.

She is a party host, so she has to excuse herself to greet other people. Since I am surrounded by more than 50 people, their thoughts make me dizzy, so I sat on the chair near me.

Maybe I should not come here. I need to calm myself. I should just leave. I don't want to be here. I can't breathe.

Suddenly, someone took hold of my hand and dragged me inside our house, as I realized it was my Father. I can hear him scolding about his thoughts about why I came to this party. He took me upstairs. I couldn't see anything as I realized he was taking me to my room.

As soon I entered that room, memories of my childhood tortures flooded back. I felt scared and I fell down.

When I woke up, I lay on my bed. Somehow, I remember my father put me in bed. Within a minute, he left the room. As I got up and sat down, I saw water and a piece of cake on the bedside table.

I realized I missed the cake-cutting moment.

I drink some water. I saw a paper and envelope on the stand.

You shouldn't come here. I know Jessi is your friend. When you leave, just take that envelope and leave after people are gone or at midnight. Even if you see anyone, don't you dare speak to anyone. Just leave...Don't ever think of coming here again.......

As I read that msg I took that envelope. There was another letter in it.

Did he hate me that much to write a letter for me?

When I open it, I realize it's not my father's handwriting.

I get more terrified because it's.......

It was written by My Mother......