Twin Trouble

❇3❇ Room Jail

Pic: the bedroom

The mad speech. I cannot tell you how many times I've heard it before.

Don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean that I'm completely chill at the perspective of going through one. There is nothing nice about being yelled at and told that your way of handling things is unacceptable even when you were the one actually insulted.

My mom leads me to the kitchen and asks me to sit down. I do so, simply because I know I'll just make her anger tornado explode if I don't follow her every command at that point.

"Do you know how long I've been friends with Chelsea?" Of course! That would be never.

"We met in our junior year of college, do you know how long that is?" Oh, so she means fake friends. That may be about 30 years.

"It's been almost 30 years! And do you know what she just said?" She finally admitted she has boob implants.

"She said that she only ever stayed with me for all these years because she needed the contacts and that she pities me for having such an animal in my house that thinks itself superior to everyone else!" Wow, I'm not being disrespected at all.

My mom's voice becomes very high pitched and she's out of breath from her long speech. Her hands are balled to fists on the table and her gaze is set on some invisible point that I can't see "Why, tell me, did you have to disrespect her? What do you have against her, against all my friends for that matter, that makes you behave in such a way?" she looks me dead in the eye "Can't you see that they are distancing themselves from me because of you?

I know that this is not entirely your fault, I have been a bad example for you and your siblings but can't you at least try, like your sister? Just-"

"Just what??" I cut her off slamming my hand on the table, knowing very well where this conversation is going "Do you really think that Mikayla is perfect? That she actually is the pretty little perfect girl you pain her as?"

"Don't talk about your sister like that!" she demands, her tone rising again "Just because you are the only one who can't cope with her problems doesn't mean that you have to make everyone else's life harder. Things are already hard as it is"

"Hard? HARD?? Do you mean the part where you have been screwing some guy while dad's away? Or the fact that you found out that he's doing the same?"

"That is nothing of your concern" she interrupts with venom in her voice. I'm walking on a dangerous subject.

"Nothing of my concern, you say? Well I'm your daughter, you know, that one you left alone countless times and the one you are now blaming for defending herself against insults from your snoby little fake-"

There's a loud smack, as my mom's palm connects with my cheek.

"I will not tolerate such behavior from you. You are grounded until I say otherwise and I will take your phone." she points a finger at the stairs "Now go to your room and stay there. You will also not be accompaining us for dinner with our guests given your awful behavior"

I bite the inside of my cheek, hard, to keep all sounds from leaving my mouth and keep my face a neutral, poisonous expression. There is really no point in continuing a battle where your guns have been forbidden. So I just turn my back on her and stomp up the stairs slamming the door shut.

Just great

I look at the big clock that hangs on the wall over my desk. I have a couple of hours before dinner and I know nobody will bother to check on me before that, so I climb the latter to a sort-of couch which consists of a mass of pillows and produce my laptop from under one of them. The amazing thing is that my mom is so oblivious to my life that she doesn't remember I have one. She only said I can't use my phone, a laptop was never mentioned so I'm technicaly not breaking her rules.

I guess video games and series will be my only company for the next week. Could be worse, right?

"Alex!" Mikayla yells from the other side of the door while obnoxiously knocking more than necessary.

"What?"

Apparently, she takes that as an invitation to enter my room as she bursts in without any further warning.

"I need to borrow one of your tops for tonight" trust her to make everything about clothes.

"We bought half the stores in the city just this afternoon and you need a top from your sister?"

"It's for our guests. I have to look presentable" she has her hands on her hips "You should try it sometime"

"I'm not going. Mom forbid me" I shrug and add "I'm way to snapy for visitors"

She just raises her eyebrows at that "Well duh, I know that. Twin sister, remember?"

"Or you just have decent hearing" I deadpan "Anyone in a mile radius could've heard that"

"Anywho, that only means that you are not allowed to dinner, not that nobody will see you tonight"

"So what? I'm not dressing up while grounded. If mom's making me do something I don't want, I'm not going to do her a favour"

"Fine" she sighs, defeated "Can I just get that top? I'll leave you to your misery"

I nod and turn back to my starting computer. After I hear the door softly kling behind my sister I start up Netflix and browse through my list of things I still need to watch.

I guess I'm doing ketchup for the rest of the day

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About two hours into my marathon, my stomach decides that it is time to start a rumbling competition.

Food. That's what I deeply desire.

Crap, I've watched too many series already. My brain is no longer normal. Like I care.

I sigh, and force myself out of my comfy spot on the pillows. Leaving the safety of my room I can hear the doorbell ringing. Must be our guests for dinner. Cheerful exclamations follow and confirm my suspicions. It appears that we have a mother and son, no parental figure to hear.

I go down the stairs and head towards the kitchen, away from the noises in the hall.

Food. What to eat?

Pancakes. I want pancakes

But I'm lazy

I look through the cupboards for something that would satiate my hunger but wouldn't demand much effort for preparation on my behalf. I guess some cookies will have to do. I grab some sodas and add some other snacks, piling them on the kitchen counter.

I was so focused on my task that I didn't notice the person that stopped in the doorway. A person that owned a very deep, maybe even attractive voice.

"So" it says from the door "which one of them are you?"

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