2004
"This is cozy, isn't it?!" Exclaimed Cora Phisch. "I absolutely love it. Don't you Bethy?"
"No. It sucks."
"Bethany Ann Phisch! Apologize to your mother and quit being so rude," bellowed Michael Phisch from the doorway.
Beth sighed and rolled her eyes, "sorry mom."
Cora went to her daughter and held her face in her hands. "I know this is difficult Bethy, and I'm sorry that we had to leave... It was the only way sweetheart. You'll see. I promise."
"Beth make your brother hurry back from town. It's getting late," Michael commanded.
"No."
"Excuse me?" he said with raised eyebrows.
"I'm never communicating like that again. Not ever. I'm sorry but you'll have to tell him yourself."
"Beth, this is who you are. Ignoring that fact won't change you. There is no way to make it stop. I've tried to turn it off. It continues even after your uncle passed..."
Bethany snapped her head up in surprise. "But how can it work with only one half?!"
"The communication stops only because there's no one that answers now. But I can still see on my own. Not whole pictures but enough that I moved us here."
"Oh." She casts her eyes down to her shoes again. "I miss him."
"We all do sweety," Cora said as she came to stand next to her husband.
Just then the front door bursts open making them all jump back.
"What's everyone staring at? I could use some help with the groceries..." said Bryant while trying to juggle several big bags in his arms. "Bethy, why didn't you answer me?"
Not making eye contact with anyone Beth just mumbled an apology and walked to the kitchen.
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The Bond
FantasyBryant and Bethany Phisch are special. They are twins. But so much more than that, they share a very unique bond. That bond is the very thing that can either keep them safe, or get them killed. Just like their parents. Now, not even being able to at...
