Unexpected Bliss

Hold My Hand

Edwards POV

The girl named Rosetta sat in my mother's arms crying, as mother shot father glares that scared me. For she rarely shows them, more so at father. My father heaved a hefty sigh as he took my shoulder. Then went to them and knelt down in front of them, and pulled the girl into his muscular arms. "I'm so sorry princess." he told her.

"Um." I said and they looked at me, Rosetta still had tears run down her face.

"Oh, sorry about that son." My father began, "This is Rosetta. She's your older sister by five years."

"That's in possible. If I had a sister wouldn't I have remembered?" I questioned in disbelief.

"You would, if you were old enough to remember. She disappeared when you were three years old. And after the search went dry, the police declared her dead after a year." My mother told me.

"Then why isn't there any photographs, art projects, report cards, there isn't even papers on her birth!!" I interrogated, bits of my anger seeping into my voice.

"We put everything she owned into storage before you turned five years old, and moved here four months after. But what I don't understand is how you knew where we were Rosetta." Explained my father, then turned the attention over to her.

"Let's go to the living room and I'll tell you guys everything." She said after she clamed down.

In silence she got up and walked out the door passed me, and I noticed something shimmer under her dirty hoody. Then mother and father passed me and I followed suit. In fear that she was up to something. When we entered the living room, me and my parents sat on the couch. But Rosetta opened the front door and a man a bit taller than my father quickly entered, a large case in hand and closed the door.

"Rosetta?!" my mother shouted in shock.

"It's alright mama he isn't here to hurt us. This is Rick, he was with me during the time I was away. He was also locked away." She explained, and the man stood there seemed to be confused. It was hard to tell since he also wore a hood that covered his face. She took the man's hand and led him to the light blue two person couch, put the case next to her, and pushed his hood back, revealing long dark blond hair that covered some of his face. Even I had to admit he was handsome. Strong jawline, well noticeable build even through his baggy hoody, and it was hard NOT to notice his green eyes that seemed to shimmer in the little light that we had.

"Nice to meet you." he said, his voice was even deep. It's like he was every woman's living dream guy, but Rosetta treated his looks like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Now Let me start from the begging." She started, "When I was eight years old, mama and papa went out to dinner. Our babysitter being cousin Ruby, who was really nice. Me and Edward was up stairs playing. Edward was throwing a teddy bear around, and I was drawing pictures while I waited for Ruby to come up to put us to sleep. When I looked up at the room's clock, it was almost eight, Edward had fallen asleep, and suddenly I heard Ruby scream that followed a loud crash. I was scared and was about to hide when I looked at Edward. I couldn't let him be seen or he would have been hurt. So I quickly hid him in the wooden toy box that papa made for our stuffed animals. Kissed his head praying that he wouldn't wake up and closed the top when I heard foot steps. I then quickly sat in the place he was laying and pretended that I was playing with the bear. And that's when the men barged into the room. They wore all black, and they looked around the room. But when they thought I was the only one in the room, they took me. Covering my mouth until I passed out. When I woke up, I was in a big white room. Wearing nothing but a white medical robe. That's where I met Rick, he was the first one to talk to me. Not to mention we were roommates. We were put through painful experiments, and many other horrible things. But after a while they became bearable as long as we were together. We ate together, made up weird games, he even taught me how to play slap jack when we were allowed cards. But when he turned 14, he was moved to a different room. They didn't want two hormonal preteens of different genders in the same room, because we weren't in the "mating" stage yet. But we were at the stage of combat practice and so we became practice partners. You see what they wanted to make super soldiers, and many children they took died from the experiments. And only very few, known as the strong made it that far. Even fewer survived the hard training. And the ones the did would have become broken, their will lost. But we kept our sanity by playing mind games as we trained, even quietly sang songs we both knew. Then came tonight. They became sure that our group wouldn't try running away. So our training session was taken outside and with less guards. It was our last one until we were put into the mating program, then into the field after having one offspring. Me and Rick took this as our chance, so we took our designated weapons case and ran for it. Taking out anyone that tried to stop us. We went into hiding, using the same training they put us threw to remain off their radar, we even took these cloths from a laundry mat. We went to the house we lived in, and when I found you had moved. So I used what ever I could get my hands on so we could follow your paper trail. But that places dogs found me and Rick in Kentucky by using the chips they placed in our shoulders when we were asleep. So after losing them even for a moment we took the time to dig out the trackers with a knife. And me and Rick did everything to survive until we got here. Even took up odd jobs to pay for food and cleaning our clothes. And here we are." She finished.

"You dug a chip out of your skin with a KNIFE?!" mother shouted.

"THAT was what caught your attention?" my father asked.

After my father asked that, Rosetta took off her dirty sweatshirt. She was wearing a form fitting black tank top with the numbers G3768 stitched in. Then moved the loose strands of her braid over her right shoulder and showed a small scar on the back of her left. Rick did the same, except his tank top had B3767. And something about her story made something in me feel as if what her and Rick went through, wasn't over.