his weakness

sixty three

N O L A N

My mind struggles to process what I'm seeing, and I can't tear my eyes away from her. It feels like the walls are closing in, suffocating me with a sense of claustrophobia and a loss of control; something I've never experienced before.

I know Chase is thinking the exact same thing as me—is it really her? I don't need to look at him to know that he's already looking at me. Sam must be confused, trying to catch on but that's because he hasn't seen much of Lana who, this girl, looks exactly like whereas Chase hanged out with us.

"Who are you?" I blatantly ask, even though, I have an idea of who this person is and it's most likely her. I just want myself to really believe it's not. I want to believe that this is a pure once in a lifetime coincidence. That the person who's got my girlfriend captive, and has been trying to ruin my life, looks exactly like my long lost dead sister whose death I'm still not fucking over.

Seated on the couch confidently, she smirks, a smirk that resembles me so much, I don't even want to look at her anymore. "It's exactly who you think it is," she intently stares at me, as if she's waiting for a reaction which I won't give her. "Big brother." The two words that leave her mouth after the pause confirms my thoughts. It is Lana and I've never been this astounded in my entire life. The shit that I have gone through, this tops all of it.

"What the actual fuck is going on?" Sam turns to me, and turns back to look at Lana, starting to catch on as he realises how much we look alike.

"There's no way.." Chase attempts to mutter under his breath but fails miserably.

"Take a seat, get comfortable. You're going to be here for a while." Lana averts her eyes towards the gap between Chase and Sam on the couch that's positioned opposite her.

All I want to do right now is walk over towards her and scream everything that I have felt over these past few years, blaming every ounce of her death on myself, torturing myself with that guilt–only to find out she's fucking alive?

My nerves start to tense up, my blood curdling up in my system, ready to genuinely explode any second. I know I talked myself into not losing my shit, but this is far from what I expected to happen today.

I'm praying to God that this is not what it seems because if it is, I don't think I'll be able to get over something like this. Not unless I kill every single person present in this building who's against me.

Clenching my jaw tightly, in a way to stop any words that'll ruin our plan, from leaving my mouth. "What's going on?" I ask another question, naively. Still not showing the shock and betrayal I'm currently feeling.

"Sit and I'll explain everything." She commands but do I want to know everything?

"Sit yuh rass down." A bodyguard pulls from beside me so close, I can feel his breath on the side of my face and it irks my anger. Very bad timing.

"Touch me and I will fucking kill you." I look into his eyes, so deep with so much hatred and fury behind them, I swear his face drops for a second.

"Lee, leave him alone." Lana demands her human version of a dog and he does as she says.

"I thought you'd want to get comfortable but I guess not," she shrugs her shoulders and every second that goes by of me looking at her face, hearing her voice, everything becomes more unbearable. "How are you, Chase?" I flare my nose in annoyance. I want to get this over and done with.