Keeper

Chapter 49

I stood there as they both starred right back. And the undeniable resemblance between them made me smile, although if you weren't paying close attention you'd miss it.

"So you're saying you two are related?" I asked.

"Brothers," Harry nodded.

"Twins, actually." Sawyer said.

I just stood there, my mouth hanging wide open.

"Fraternal." Harry added.

"That's impossible," I said. "It's got to be impossible."

"It's not that hard to comprehend," Sawyer said. "Harry and I's parents had a set of twins. Unplanned. They weren't even married. They hardly had any money, they were struggling to pay for a loaf of bread and a few milk cartons let alone a house over our heads. They had two options. Put us up for adoption or keep us. But of course they some how maniacally found a way around that. Thinking about the possible benefits of being an unmarried couple with newborn babies, they simply put one of us up for adoption. That way they still got all of the benefits but with one less mouth to feed."

"Which one of you were adopted?" I asked.

"That would be me," Sawyer said. "God bless the O'Neill's."

"But you're originally a Styles right?" I asked.

"Yeah," Sawyer nodded. "But I wouldn't know anything about them if you asked. They got rid of me at around six months. Or so I've been told."

"That's only because that's what I've been told," Harry spoke up. "But that's when dad was drunk and mom was out god knows where doing god knows what."

"He's still in jail right?" Sawyer asked.

"You mean dad?" Harry asked.

Sawyer shrugged, "If you even want to call him that."

"Yeah," Harry sighed. "Should be in there for at least another five. And I mean at least. There's also been no bail as far as I've been informed. So yeah, he's still in jail."

"I'm sorry, but I really don't think there are that many benefits in your parents' case. I've never heard of any." I said.

"Exactly," Harry said. "Why do you think our father is in jail and our mother's in the ground? Their plans backfired. They wanted to live this perfect little white picket fence life but we see how exactly that turned out."

I had to turn away for a second. Take a deep breath.

"Hey, you alright there Harley?" I heard Sawyer ask.

I turned around, concocting up a smile. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"Look at you," Harry laughed. "You look dead."

"She looks flushed," Sawyer spoke with a roll of his eyes. And then my eyes followed his body as he stood up. "She just needs a glass of water or something. Harley, where do you keep your kitchenware?"

"In the far cabinet," I said with a shake of my head. "But I'm fine. I'd get it myself if I needed it. But I'm fine. Honesty, I'm fine."

"You're a horrid liar," Sawyer laughed. Then I watched as he sat back down, his arms calmly folding over his chest. And then he shrugged. "But fine. Have it your way."

"What's up with you, then?" Harry asked.

"Just shock." I said.

An then he licked his lips, siting on the very edge of the couch.

"So are you happy now?" He asked.

"What?" I asked. His tone was sarcastic, I didn't know if he was actually trying to ask a serious question or not.