Where The Clouds Go

Chapter One {The Truth}

Cecilia Caruso.

The truth is, I've never been good at socializing. My entire life, the twelve treacherous years, never once have I been remotely good at socializing.

I never spoke to begin with, unless I was with my brother, the golden retriever to my black cat, the butter to my bread.

Sebastian and I were left in the hands of our father, Marcel Caruso, after our mother disappeared without a trace.

No goodbye, no see you later, no I love you. There was nothing our mom said or left as she went to work and one day never returned.

Sebas and I missed her terribly, our father wasn't necessarily a father. He was an alcoholic, a drunk, he loved to remind my brother and I that we were affair children and not even his own blood.

When Marcel forced us to take a DNA test after slowly realizing that we look nothing like him, he was furious to find out that we weren't his children.

Sebas and I never even got the chance to ask our mom about this, she disappeared the next day.

Marcel claimed it was because she didn't want to deal with us anymore, I didn't know how to feel, on one hand my mom wasn't around much but on the other hand she never expressed any clear disgust with us.

I sighed as I stared out the window of the orphanage, Marcel eventually became too tired with us and dropped us off here.

Not before I could find something odd, a note. It was in my mother's belongings that Sebas and I went through after she left, she never even collected her stuff.

I don't blame her though, Marcel was abusive, he would've gone ballistic, maybe even killed her.

The note was hidden pretty well, it was clear our mom never wanted anyone to find it.

Staring back at the cursive lettering, it was written across a small aged piece of paper.

I'm sorry Bianca, I'm sorry to our unborn children for leaving them without a father, loving you has been the best gift of my life. It is for you and our children's safety that you leave this small town, by the time you read this I have left with the rest of our children~Enzo.

It didn't make any sense, then again my life never did to begin with.

"CeCe! What's up little sister?" My twin brother asked, running up behind me and trapping me in his big embrace.

We were the exact same, almost. We looked the same, our eyes were the exact shade of green, Sage. We were the exact same height, our faces drowned in freckles. We had the same silky chocolate brown hair  that curled up in the end in my case or in Sebastian's case, it was a mix of wavy and curly.

The only difference was the fact that I am a girl and changing while he's a boy, this meant while I was becoming more curvy he was beginning to become more broad.

"Why little sister? Don't let that one minute age difference get to your head." I chuckled as I untangled myself from his embrace, turning to face him.

"It was the BEST one minute of my life." He exclaimed, he was the extrovert of our duo, taking after our mom.

They were the type of people to sing in parking lots or public places from the top of their lungs, while I became bright red and hid. They were never afraid to tell the waiter that they asked for no pickles, while I would overthink everything and end up never speaking.