The story of twin girls, born from the rape of their mother. Their mother died giving birth to them, leaving then in the custody of the father who wasn't their father and 5 brothers who all couldn't bare to look at them. The girls were raised by nan...
When I was 10, I believed it was my fault, even Juliette's, that everyone seemed to hate us so much. I once asked Mr. Alessandro why he wouldn't treat us like princesses? To which, he looked down his nose at me, I was little, and he just stared into my eyes. I think that was the time I learned to read people's eyes because that was the day I finally identified what he held in his eyes whenever he looked at me and Juliette. They say eyes are the window to a person's soul, and when I peeked through Mr. Alessandro's window, all I saw was a well of emptiness and hollowness. Ever since then, i have always seen the same, occasionally resentment. As I watch the lines of SUV's enter the premises through the gates, indicating that they have reached, all I can think of is old memories. They all are same, with us being neglected and them being triumph. Juliette is sipping her tea at my side, I'm sipping my coffee, we both have been watching Damon, Aiden and Levi pacing around the garden impatiently since an hour, too lost in their own euphoria to notice us, which I'm glad of. Dante and Adrian were the ones who went to pick up their dad, they step out as the cars come to a halt and lastly Mr. Alessandro steps out. He's exactly how I remember him, the same tall, not that height changes, well built, dark haired man. As soon as his feets touch the ground, Levi attacks him with a hug, he chuckles, his eyes showing happiness. They all hug each other, slapping shoulders and laughing. They start moving towards the entrance when Mr. Alessandro's eyes come to my balcony, he makes eye contact with me and Juliette and all happiness disappears in a second. We both stiffen, the others follow his eyes and look at us, more like glare at us for ruining their moment just like their family. I register a tug at my hand, I turn to Juliette who tugs me out of the balcony and closes the window. It's 7 am, we have to get ready for school, Juliette is sitting on my bed, lost in her own mind. I walk towards her and sit down next to her. "It will be alright, Julie. He'll be gone in sometime, you know, he never stays for long." "But, he was gone for a long time, almost two years, I know he won't leave in little time and we have to move out." She says with sadness in her voice. "You're saying he'll stop us from leaving? God, he'll throw us out himself while juggling." She looks at me, smiles and nods. "Oh my god, look at the time, we have to get ready." I say while hurrying towards my closet.
Juliette:
I pick out a white t-shirt, a blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans from my closet. I feel we're lucky that we get such good outfits from thrift shops but come to think of it, we spend hours in a shop, checking every single outfit and then buy. I'm trying to keep my brain out of the old memories but the stubborn thing goes back to it every time. One particular memory is haunting my brain, we were 12, it was our birthday and our moms death anniversary. The whole mansion looses all its warmth on that day, everyone is sad and depressed that day, extra mean to us, we're not allowed to leave our room that day but we snuck out because, we wanted to bake a cake for Mr. Alessandro to cheer him up. It was my idea, foolish to think he would have been happy, I even made a sorry card for him. Needless to say, he became a beast when he saw us out of our rooms, with a cake and a card. He started shouting, threw the plate with the cake on the floor, everyone had gathered by that time, he grabbed us both, took us to the basement and locked us in. We stayed in there for 3 days, hungry and scared. It was the first time we had cooked and he just threw it away, Diane was the one who brought us out by the command of Dante and we found out Mr. Alessandro had left. Everyone blamed us for making him leave early. I close the door of my room behind me, turn around to see Scarlett standing in the hall waiting for me.
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Scarlett's outfit
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Juliette's outfit
Scarlett walks towards me, I interlock our arms and we head towards the stairs. "You look pretty." She says with a smile. "Not as pretty as you." I say looking closely at her features, I have always known that Scarlett is the better looking twin, she just doesn't know it, but so do every women, I read somewhere that only 2 percent women in the world know they're beautiful. Scarlett is one of them, I'm okay about my looks but not proud either. And of course Daniel likes her and not me, she's like a model. "Hey! Don't say that, you're the prettiest girl I know." Yeah, try saying that to Daniel. We reach the dining hall, as usual, there is laughter and talking going on and as soon as we enter all of it slips away. We get on our chairs, I try to eat fast because we're already late and because we have to walk to school it will take us more time. Everyone is silent until Aiden decides to break it, "Don't you both have manners? You both got on with your breakfast without greeting dad when came back after 2 years." All eyes are on us, Mr. Alessandro is sitting at the head of the table with Dante on his right hand side. "We apologise" Scarlett says "Good morning, Mr. Alessandro and welcome back." She kicks my foot and I reluctantly copy the same lines. What I didn't expect is that they look...surprised? Why? Scarlett seems to notice the same because she glances at me with a confused look. Damon is the one who brings us out of the confusion. "Why did you call dad by his name?" Then it dawns on me that they don't know we have stopped referring to him as our dad, the last time we did was 2 years ago, the day he left. I feel fury, he is the one who didn't acknowledge us as his daughter, always differentiated between us and his sons and blamed us for something that wasn't our fault. I get up with the speed of lightening, the chair scrapes behind me, Scarlett gets up as well and I say with a casual tone. "That's because he isn't our dad." I turn around before they can say anything while grabbing Scarlett's arm and run out of the den of the devils.
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