It All Started With The Kidnapping

Chapter 28- The Weight of Truth and the Bond of Blood

Elijah's Pov

Standing at the threshold of the living room, I felt like my world had been turned upside down. Luna stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with uncertainty, and in that moment, everything clicked into place. There was no denying it—she was my sister. My twin. My flesh and blood. The truth was undeniable, like a punch to the gut that left me breathless.

My dad had been right all along. He had told me there was something special about her, something familiar, and I had brushed it off as just another one of his cryptic remarks. But now, seeing Luna, I realized he had known the truth before any of us. It was written all over her face, in the way her eyes mirrored mine, in the way she carried herself with a quiet strength despite everything she had endured.

But as the truth settled over me, so did the weight of my guilt. It was suffocating, like a heavy blanket I couldn't shake off. I couldn't stop the memories that flooded my mind, the countless times I had seen her in the halls of StoneyBrook High, the way she had been bullied, humiliated, broken down by those around her. And what had I done? Nothing. I had just watched, standing on the sidelines, a silent observer to her pain.

I had seen the way Britney and her clique had tormented Luna, pushing her to the brink, and I had done nothing to stop it. I told myself it wasn't my business, that I didn't want to get involved. But now, knowing that she is my sister, it feels like I've betrayed her in the worst way possible. I've let her down, failed her when she needed me the most, and the realization is like a knife twisting in my gut.

How could I not have seen it before? How could I have been so blind? Luna was right there, within arm's reach, and I had let her suffer alone. The thought of it makes me sick to my stomach. I've always prided myself on being strong, on being someone people can rely on, but in this, I've failed miserably. I'm supposed to be her twin, her protector, and I've done nothing but let her down.

And then there's my mom. She's always been the strongest person I know, a force of nature who never lets anything get to her. She's been through hell and back, but she's never broken, never shown a moment of weakness. But now, seeing her cry, seeing the way her shoulders shake with the weight of finding her daughter, it's like my world is crumbling around me. She never cries. I've always looked up to her, always believed that she could handle anything, but seeing her like this, so vulnerable, so shattered, it's like a punch to the gut.

It's only now that I'm beginning to understand why I felt so connected to Luna from the moment we met. There was always something about her that drew me in, something I couldn't explain. It was more than just friendship; it was a bond, a pull that I couldn't resist. And now, it all makes sense. She's my sister. My twin. A part of me that I didn't even know was missing.

I think back to all the times we hung out together, how easily we fell into a rhythm, as if we'd known each other our entire lives. There was something so natural, so effortless about our connection, but I never questioned it. I never thought to dig deeper, to ask why. And now, looking back, I can see all the signs I missed, all the little things that should have tipped me off. The way she always seemed to know what I was thinking, the way she could finish my sentences, the way she seemed to understand me in a way no one else ever had.

But I didn't see it. I was too caught up in my own life, too focused on my own problems, to realize what was right in front of me. And now, I'm paying the price for that ignorance. I've let her down, and it's a mistake I can never undo. But that doesn't mean I can't make it right.

I won't let her slip through my fingers again. I won't let her face this world alone, not now that I know the truth. I've already wasted too much time, let too many opportunities pass by. But that ends here. From this moment on, I'm going to be the brother she deserves, the one she needs. I'm not letting her go that easily, and I'm not wasting another second.

Luna and I—we're in this together now. I'll protect her, stand by her, and make up for all the times I failed her. I won't let her down again. Not ever.

As I stand there, watching Luna, I make a silent vow to myself. I'll be there for her, no matter what. I'll be the brother she's always deserved, the one she needs now more than ever. I'll make up for all the times I wasn't there, for all the pain she's endured because of my inaction. I won't let her suffer alone, not anymore.

She's my sister, my twin, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make things right. No more regrets, no more missed opportunities. From now on, I'm going to be the brother she deserves. And I'm never letting her go.

As the weight of my resolve settled over me, I began to understand the depth of the responsibility I now held. Being her brother wasn't just about standing by her side; it was about making up for lost time, about being the person she could rely on, someone who would always have her back. I had to prove that I was worthy of being called her twin, that I could be the protector and confidant she needed in her life.

But as determined as I was, I couldn't ignore the gnawing fear in the pit of my stomach. What if it was too late? What if the damage had already been done, and Luna couldn't forgive me for not being there when she needed me the most? What if I couldn't live up to the expectations I had set for myself?

These questions haunted me, but I pushed them aside, refusing to let them take root. I didn't have time to wallow in self-doubt. Luna needed me now, more than ever, and I couldn't afford to fail her again.

I had to be strong, for her, for our family. I had to be the brother she could count on, no matter what. I had to make things right.

I watched as Luna interacted with Theo and our parents, trying to take everything in, trying to make sense of this new reality. She was scared, I could see it in her eyes, but she was also determined. That quiet strength I had always admired in her was still there, even in the face of this overwhelming revelation.

I knew it would take time for all of us to adjust, to come to terms with what had happened. But I also knew that we would get through it together. We were a family, and nothing could change that. Not even twenty years of separation.

As the evening wore on, I found myself stealing glances at Luna, marveling at how much she had grown, how much she had changed. She was no longer the little girl who had been taken from us; she was a woman now, strong and capable, with a life of her own. But beneath it all, she was still my sister, still the other half of me that I had been missing for so long.

And now that I had found her, I wasn't going to let her go. Not ever.