Twisted

1: How I Met Her

When you try to go back to the first time you met someone, sometimes you'll end up laughing at how embarrassing you were and you'll be cringing at the thought, wishing it never happened but if you're lucky, you'll actually be glad that it just happened.

We meet new people a lot and we may forget some but, it is so annoying how there are just those existing ones that we just can't take out of our minds, the moment we just saw them.

I have always been infatuated with a girl named Sydney Elizabeth Allen. I've known that since then, I was doomed because no matter how much I tried to get rid of her in my thoughts, I just can't. Besides, it has already been 4 years and counting.

I was 13 and my little brother, Bucky, was just 2 on a holiday during spring. Going back, we were still a complete family of 4 but I already felt something wrong going on in our household. It was during those times when mom and dad were still considering the fact that Bucky was too young to have separate parents and although they were trying to keep it a secret, I already knew that they were planning for a divorce ever since they started having financial problems. You can say that I was and still an expert at eavesdropping.

I was carrying Bucky who fell asleep in my arms while we were walking around the village. Dad told me to take him outside to 'get some fresh air', which I thought was probably an excuse to get us out of the house because I caught my mom crying inside when we got back.

Bucky used to be a quiet and an innocent little baby but then he grew up to be a sarcastic and an insane genius. I always wonder how he outsmarts me when I'm 11 years older than him.

While I was carrying him, I assumed that he was already fast asleep and I was already planning to head home because there was no use in taking him out when he could've been resting at home.

We were about 20 blocks from our house when Bucky mumbled, "Cat!" I was pretty much impressed because I never thought he knew what a cat looked like before, or maybe I just was not paying much attention to his learning progress, as much as I didn't mind hearing my parents fight every night. It wasn't because I didn't care. I was just used to it. It also didn't mean that I don't care about Bucky, I just wasn't that observant.

I looked down to my feet and surely, I wasn't surprised to see a small white cat with yellow eyes looking at me while scratching my legs with its long nails. I jerked away and Bucky giggled. Sure, it looked kinda cute as a chubby little kitten.

"You like it, huh?" I asked him and he nodded with a smile. "Okay, buddy" I looked at the cat and its head was leaning to the left. "It looks like it doesn't have a home so we'll take it."

"Yay!" Bucky clapped his hands excitedly and I carefully sat down and let him sit on my lap while gesturing for the cat to come near. It seemed harmless so I didn't hesitate and it let Bucky pet him.

I sighed, remembering dad didn't like animals in the house because the last time a classmate gave me a dog as a gift, he purposely let him escape when we were all sleeping. "I'll have to keep this in my room so dad can't see."

The next day, dad was still clueless although I have already told mom about it. I left the cat in my bedroom, figuring that it won't cause that much trouble as long as I left it some food and water. I, then headed to Caspar's house, which was just across ours and as I was walking, I already saw his tall figure sitting on the bench.

"Caspar!" I called out.

"Hey, mate" he got up and got ready for a traditional fist bump.

I sat down beside him before he asked, "Dude, did you hear a girl screaming last night?" he cackled a horrible laugh. "I swear--"

"Screaming what?" I smirked. "Was it creepy or something?"