My Sister's Keeper (LT Fanfic)

CHAPTER FOUR: HAUNTING MY WALLS

Previously
on:
My Sister's Keeper

I recommend reading the last two chapters or even the whole beginning of the book to understand what's happening here. I hope you enjoy, because things are about to get real dark up in here

*play music while reading*

Larry's POV:

... She quickly ran out of the bathroom completely naked just like my brother had described before. He definitely not lying when he say that. She sure did have a body on her for a 17 year old teenager...

...can't have her anyways...not like that...she too young.

I quickly shook the dirty absurd things I was envisioning in my head and continued to watch her in fascination. She stopped dead in her tracks when her exotic turquoise eyes that now turned hazel landed on her twins' hysterically crying state on her bed.

I watched her every move feeling my brother do the same.
We watched as her chest heaved up and her breath hitched in her throat.

"I think you know us, Bria...Yes?" Laurent and I said in unison as we fixated on her.

She quickly shook her head no and attempted to run to her sister but Laurent stood in her way. I watched as he stared her down. This went on for another 20 seconds which drove me insane. I threw Laurent a "what the fuck?" Look before slapping the back of his head.

"Larry, what the fuck man?" He quickly snapped out of his trance and began rubbing the back of his fro. Did he realize how much of a perv he was being? They like 17 and we 25. Plus we not here entirely for them anyways...

I searched the room with my eyes for a towel; once I found one which was located on top of the heater next to her window I grabbed a hold of it and threw it at her. She instantly caught it, wrapping it around her body and ran over to her twin embracing her.

"So cute" I said in awe slightly titling my head to the side, staring at the two sisters on the bed.

Me and Lau smiled at each other knowing what us twins had in mind.

"We have some things to tell you girls..." I began.

Bria's POV:

This was just something way out of my own personal league and comfort zone. I can't even tell if the fine line between the paranormal world and my human kind planet has been destroyed, because if it has then I can't be mistaken that Bonny and I are conversing with a bunch of passed souls...

I have an static feeling that I know what they are after and why.

That necklace.
It was around Bonny's neck. We exchange it each year, so our next birthday, I have it.

We have it but, I'm not sure if we know the background of it. Kind of makes me want to hold on to it tighter, just because. I most definitely lose my twin now.

I can be stubborn at times.

"We have some things to tell you girls..." Larry, smirkingly threw at us. Laurent's eyes never leaving my half naked vulnerable state.

Why is he like that?
I-I don't even know how to feel...

I looked over at my twin, stroking her baby hairs, since her head was nested under my neck; having to embrace someone who's the same size as you can be nice, but not when they've been frightened to pieces. Every inch of her body trembling under my hold. I had to keep my twin safe, and sound for when our parents got back.

I'm not going to let anything happen to her.
God forbid.

The wind lingering between the curtains behind my door in the hallway, suddenly felt like it was directly around us. I could tell now we were both fixated on the twins.

Laurent chuckled as if someone just laid out some dark humour on the table. The light bulb in my room flickered suddenly as Larry was about to continue with his sentence.

"Oh Merdé! It's wearing off Larry. Just tell them." Laurent slightly panicked, but remaining calm.

I could tell he urged his brother telepathically

Larry grabbed a hold of Laurent's hand and held it before everything in the room suddenly got a little less surreal.

Larry breathed before starting,

"Long story short. We stuck on the other side, because of something you mother did over 11 years ago. In us time, there is no time. Time stopped when we died. Our souls hasn't passed yet. We kind of dead but not entirely..." 

Bonny began to silently weep; her nails slightly sinking into my tight clench I produced through my hands. From what I was gathering, that necklace bonny is wearing might be some gateway opening for the dead??
Oh goodness. This definitely should be some dark humour, because I can't believe any of this. Literally.

"In order to shift back and live alive, we need your necklace or our purpose is to haunt and live behind the walls of this house... where we died." Laurent continued.

I slowly looked down at my twin who was by now not so accidentally clinging onto my body with the mightiest of tightest grips. Her trembling body came to a halt but her grip only getting stronger on my waist as she nests herself further into me. My breath hitched directly into my throat. All my senses becoming visibly and verbally inaudible internally. With all my thoughts running down my leaking brain.. there was just too much information to process.

This can't be real.

I removed my distorted yet fearful spaced out look at my twin and slowly travelled my eyes up the twins from toes to their eyes that lifelessly, yet lively stared back at me, as if to say they're processing everything my brain is threatening to leak out my head.

Larry's expression turned from emotionless to creepily playful.

"Aww Bébé is okay. Don't be scare..we not gonna touch you. We just want you help." He giggled inching closer and letting his brother's arm sluggishly fall from his shoulder to his own sides where they originally belonged.
Laurent stared intensely at his brother as he continued to speak.

"I cannot say the same thing for my brother, with the touching part. He's the touchiest of us two..." Larry lowly said with the evilest smirk growing on his face as his voice began to trail of at the end of his sentence.

I suddenly noticed that his eyes flickering between my twin sister and I had stopped and primarily fixated on my sister's chest. His look grew hungry as his bold brown eyes followed her chest that had our grandmothers art nestled between her collar bones. Larry licked his lips like he wanted a taste of it.

I know what he wanted. He wanted the long awaited taste of 'life'. They'd stayed dead behind those walls for so long... they want to simply...breathe in the intoxicating high of being human, and what came with that?

Oxygen.

These brothers wanted oxygen.

"Yes. You're right bria. We want oxygen" Laurent chuckled inching closer right beside his brother as he directly invades my head and answered the statement I made as if if were a mindless question I asked. I shuddered beside Bonny and she let out a small wimpier.

Larry and laurent now stood looking at us with nothing but..a look of lust and slight agitation. This only alarmed Bonny and I and I mentally noted to her that we should make a run for it.

Should we?

To be continued...