Trigger Warning

Chapter Two: Flashback

My mom and my dad split up when I was six years old. My mom got me and the car, my dad got my brother and the house.

I have a twin brother named Percy. We look absolutely nothing alike. Act nothing alike either.

My dad and I don't talk much, even though we only live a twenty minute drive apart. Percy and I attend the same school, but only have one class together, and his best friend Calvin is in there so we don't ever talk.

Percy is shy, but at the same time loves to talk to people and learn about them.

I don't have anything against Percy, but there's just no twin connection.

My dad cheated on my mom, and that's why they got a divorce. He is now married to his old mistress, And together they have a three-year-old.

My dad and his wife take trips out of town pretty frequently, and leave my little baby sister Janice with my stepmom Beth's parents. Beth is a good ten years younger than my dad, and doesn't really know how to be anything but a fun-loving, hot, young woman.

I guess that's not a bad thing, exactly, but she's the total opposite of my mother.

It was a Friday night, and Percy and Calvin invited me over to dad's house for the weekend. They were throwing a party, and felt like I would be good company. I brought Emmett and Clarissa with me.

"Stasia, are you sure you want to be here?" Emmett asked. He was always so concerned about everything, never wanted to have a good time.

"Yes," I said. I pulled him down to my height and planted a kiss right on his lips. He smiled. "I want to be here tonight. Live a little," I grabbed his hand and led him through my dad's house, into the kitchen, where Calvin had a few of his friends set up a keg. It was rather cool.

Percy was leaned against the counter, being observant that nothing was being totally destroyed. The party wasn't too big, only about thirty or so people. It was still enough to totally destroy my father's home, though.

"Hey Perce," I heard Calvin shout. He was bustling through the group of four that was sitting in the doorway that led into the kitchen. He had a purple bong in his hand, and his eyes looked like he had made quite good friends with his bong. Percy looked up to find where the voice came from.

"I was wondering if I could have a few more people over," Calvin said. Emmett and I were nearly right next to Calvin and Percy.

Percy ran a nervous hand through his hair, and Emmett noticed the worry on his face. Emmett, always trying to lighten the mood, smiled at him.

"Come on man, let's just have a few more friends over," Emmett prodded. Percy shot a glance over at him, then back to Calvin.

"How many?" Percy asked, as if this was a life or death situation.

Calvin laughed, and shot Percy a challenging look.

"What's my limit?" Calvin asked. He took a hit from the bong. Percy tightened his eyes shut, and opened them a few moments later. He sighed.

"Ten," Percy said.

"Fifteen," Calvin bargained. Percy shook his head.

Calvin jutted out his bottom lip and lowered his eyelids, classic puppydog style.

"Twelve," Percy haggled. "No more than that, Cal."

Calvin hugged my brother tighter than I thought safe, and I heard Percy laugh.

Calvin and Percy were best friends for as long as I could remember. Calvin was just always our neighbor, his mom and my mom making play dates for the boys before Percy and I could even use the restroom on our own.