Forced Siblings

I Miss you

"Don't go yet." I looked down at him, he was awake, a lot less sleepy than when I first saw him. I stood there looking at him. "I mean, I have a spar bedroom down the hall." He specified. I looked down at my phone, seeing that it was 1 am, driving now would be crazy. Without a word, I left his room. I honestly had know Idea what to say, so I just walked out, looking around the upstairs part of his big new apartment. 

I walked down the hall, seeing a spare room. I didn't realize just how exhausted I've been, the moment my head hit that pillow I was out like a light. School was a lot, and on top of that, I work with squirmy 11-year-olds, and I have to move my body a lot, and make lesson plans. I'm 20, and somehow I feel older than that from pushing myself to the limit.

I woke up in a daze, stumbling out of the soft king-sized bed catching a glimpse of my self in a mirror, seeing the state of my hair and the dried up drool on my face. I let out a sigh, leaving my hair to future Stella. For now, I pulled up the hood of my jacket, the bear ears making me look more of a mess than I already am.

 Looking around the room, I growned at the fact that it wasn't a dream and I didn't go home. I'm ganna chalk it up to being sleep-deprived for the fact that I came here in the first place.

Navigating my way downstairs, the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows burned my sensitive eyes and making me wince. Rubbing my eyes, trying to find the staircase. I walk downstairs and when trying to find my way to the front door, I walked into the kitchen. As I walked in, I found Dimitri. He looked like he was in pain as he held his head, holding and nursed a glass of water in his other hand. He looked up at me, putting his hand down.

"Hey, are you—" he began, but I cut him off, turning to leave. Before I could escape, his voice stopped me. "Stella, please, we need to talk."

"About what?" I retorted, not bothering to hide the irritation in my voice.

"Maybe the fact that you're turning into me," he responded.

"A 6'3'', 26-year-old, white man?" I scoffed.

"No, it's not even possible, I mean, you look tired and Scott told me you're working at all hours of the day.

"You know what? I don't see what we have to talk about," I snapped, feeling my anger rising.

"If you're still this mad, then there's obviously something that we need to talk about," Dimitri insisted. I paused for a moment.

"Mad? You think I'm mad?!" I exclaimed, raising my voice the second time.

"Well... yeah, because you said you were at the wedding so." Dimitri took a big step back, almost like I was a bomb about to explode.

"I am not mad," I continued, my voice trembling with emotion. "I feel violated. For a whole year, it was so hard to look in the mirror because all I saw was a stupid little girl that let a 24-year-old put his hands all over her, and I thought that I was in control." I said, breathing out a bitter laugh.

"I let you in! I told you things about myself that nobody in this whole entire world knows, and you played me like a fool," I continued slowly walking towards him as he backed away, my voice breaking as I struggled to contain my emotions.

"You betrayed me, you hurt me, and now you look at me with regret and sadness, and I don't know if I believe you. I don't know if I trust you, because from the moment that I came back, all you have done is lie to me," I said, tears welling up in my eyes making my vision blurry.

"You looked... no, you fucked me day after day while keeping this massive lie, and all I can think in my head over and over and over again was, why would you do that? How could you do that to me? How could you hurt me? How could you lie to me?!" I screamed, tossing a decorative vase off the black shelf. It crashed on the floor, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces.