Tears streak down my face as I watch my mom leave. I am only six, and my twin brother, Ezekiel, is being taken by her. He screams my name, and I scream his. It's a terrible feeling, to be separated from your twin. We were always together, and now my parents are taking him from me. He goes with my mother, and I stay with my dad.
The last I see of him is my mother shoving him into the car and throwing her suitcase in after him. I try to run to him, but my father holds me back by my arms. Ezekiel stares out through the window and I can see my look of fear, of veiled anger in his dark blue eyes. Our eyes.
I scream his name one more time as the car drives off, and I know he's crying mine. My father roughly pulls me into the shabby house with it's peeling paint and broken window. I continued screaming even as he locked me in my room.
I would come to hate that house. I hated it with all my heart. Especially that room. That wasn't the last time I would be locked in that room, but I figured out how to escape. I always did, no matter how many locked and boards my father put on the door.
Without Ezekiel, I became wild, running the streets, skipping school, messing with gangs. My father tried to rein me in, my teachers warned me I would ruin my life, friends called me dangerous and insane. Why bother? Ezekiel was my life, and they took him from me. I didn't even know where he was. My mother broke all ties with my father, and in turn destroyed any communication between us.
In the end, that was what destroyed me.
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Code Red
ActionLillian 'Danger' MacDuff never thought her stupid pranks and dares would get her anywhere in life. Not like she was going anywhere in the first place. Born and raised in run-down Houston, Texas, Lillian comes from a poor family in an even poorer nei...
