ForEver is Broken

Chapter One

ForEver is Broken

Chapter One

    I'd honestly never given much thought to being a parent. My mother wasn't really around much so I'd never had that ideal role model and my father was so gruff and very militant to his very core so he wasn't that loving figure you'd imagine either. I had my twin though, well we had each other really, and that was all I needed. Besides, to imagine being a mother meant normally you had to picture yourself in an intimate relationship with someone and I had never really thought much about that. Being intimate meant truly opening yourself up completely to another person and the only person I'd ever been able to open up to was my brother, Wyatt. I'd never even had a real friendship outside of Wyatt, so if I couldn't handle that then how was I to ever have an actual relationship. But I guess it was a good thing I'd never been interested in it in the first place.

    Growing up on a military base, a Marine one to be precise, was a lot different than you'd expect and yet much the same as many other childhoods too. I can't complain about my younger years. We had food, a home, and I was always well kept in books while Wyatt had plenty of playmates. The only complaint, however, is that we were so kept in on this base, everything was so contained, that even my introverted self was beyond excited to go away to New York University and finally have an adventure, even if somewhat contained, that was outside of my books. Wyatt and I fit in perfectly in our own individual ways in the Big Apple. We thrived and truly were happy, having not realized that we weren't really happy in the first place back home. I had three years, three years of exploring, three years of meeting interesting and brilliant minds, and three years of finally feeling free even if it was in my own quiet way; before everything fell apart. Before my own little place of happiness was shattered. Before I was completely broken. I took Wyatt down with me.

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    "Mia! Lena! C'mon girls we have to get going! Uncle Wyatt will be here any moment and we've to be all ready for your soccer game!"

    "Football Mummy! Do y'think we'll win?" Lena asked with me with wide eyes blinking above very freckled cheeks. Her twin sister Mia came barreling into the room next kicking her pink soccer ball ahead of her. I'd never get used to calling the sport or anything related to it football after growing up with a man who was a die-hard 'American Football' fan.

    "I'm pretty sure that they don't keep score for your first few years of playing." I touched my finger to her nose that looked much like my own, a little too upturned, before turning to remind Mia for what seemed like the umpteenth time not to play outdoor things inside the small flat. "Mia, please baby don't kick the ball inside. We don't want another broken picture frame right?"

    "Sorry Mummy." Mia was a near carbon copy of her sister who was born only moments before. Kissing her cheek with a loud smack I heard the front door open and with squeals both heads of wild red hair took off after what I sincerely hoped was my brother entering my small flat and not someone else. I didn't need to worry as I heard happy giggles from my girls as Wyatt did the uncle thing and became their very own jungle gym. I grabbed their things and my own before heading to the small entryway to see Wyatt with Lena wrapped around his leg and Mia on his shoulders.

    "Are we all set sister mine?" Wyatt was perfect and I was so thankful for him. He blew upwards out of his mouth to remove the wayward strands of red hair, only a bit darker than my own, out of his face that Mia had knocked there.

    "Yep, I've just got to lock up and set the security system." I very nearly had half a dozen locks and my key ring was ridiculously heavy because of it but paranoia was a very real part of my life, and me leaving my flat at all was still a big deal for me. After setting the passcode for the expensive, although I'd have paid far more, security system then shutting the door and taking nearly two minutes to lock the locks, then check them, and then check them again, when Wyatt's large hand came down on top of my own and pulled the keys from my hand.