Hola!
No, I don't speak a lot of Spanish. I speak a little. You have no idea how many people have asked me that after I greet them with 'Hola'.
Also, I figured I'd wait an extra day to update so I could do it on Christmas! It might be a little short, I wrote it on my phone.
Anyways, you know the drill!
Vomment!
Ya.. on with the story then.
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I jolt upright. The feelings coursing through me are still fresh from the nightmare, my breathing's deep, and I can't focus properly. My door opens and someone walks in. I lean against something solid and feel it wrap it's arms around me.
Wait... What?
I peer over my shoulder and see Ben sitting there with his face nuzzled into my back.
I feel a tear streak down my face and soon a waterfall is flowing.
"What's wrong?" He asks.
"I had a bad dream." I explain.
"Oh. What was it about?"
"I just saw my brothers again."
"Why is that a bad dream?"
"Because I saw... I saw why they aren't here anymore."
"Why aren't they here?"
"They umm..."
"Ben, why don't you go help mom make breakfast." A voice says from the door. I look up and see Noah standing in the doorway.
"Okay." He says and gives me one last hug before leaving to help make food for the army of boys.
"What's up?" Noah asks before sitting down.
"I just had a nightmare." I dismiss.
"What was it about?"
"Nothing major. It was silly. I'm fine, you can leave."
"You'll feel better if you tell me though. I'm a very good listener."
"But-"
"Just tell me."
"I saw the crash." I blurt before I could stop myself.
"What?"
I take a calming breath before continuing. "I saw the crash. I wasn't even there the first time but I saw it."
Noah wraps his arms around me and nestles his head in my neck.
"I'm sorry you had to see that." He mutters.
"It's fine."
"Come on!"
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Thr kitchen. You need some food." He grabs my hands and pulls me out the door before I could even utter a word.
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Me, My Twin, and the Robertson Boys
RandomGrace and Hazel Jennings: The 17 year old twins who stick together no matter what. Rain or shine, they are glued at the hip. When their parents get sent to a mental hospital, they're forced to go live with their parents friend and her husband...
