Her Secret Scars

The Eye Of The Hurricane

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The facts are that just before a hurricane or any dangerous storm hits, the air is still and calm. The sky starts to get devoured by black clouds. The wind speed picks up as you feel your hair fly over your shoulder.

Some say they can even smell it in the air.

Most of the time they can predict the storm and you're prepared by fleeing the city or having plenty of food and water. Right?

But what happens when the storm is unpredictable?

What happens when you can't see it coming?

It's simple.

You drown...

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"Good morning, birthday girl" Caden whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek.

"Thank you" I smile, ruffling his hair.

"How does it feel to be 18?" he asks.

I feel tired, hungry and lazy......so the same.

"The same" I chuckle.

That's when I remember.....

I'm a twin.

Corey....here I come.

"Why do you look like that?" he laughs sitting up.

"I have an idea" I smile, tapping my fingertips together maniacally.

"I'm coming!" he shouts.

We both get out of bed and tiptoe towards Corey's room. I twist the doorknob ever so slowly. As I stand in the doorway trying to see if Corey is sleeping, I can feel Caden breathing over my shoulder with anticipation.

I usher him to follow me, as I swipe my hand through the air. I admire how cozy and warm Corey is as he's cuddled up in his grey fuzzy blanket. His breathing is even so you can obviously tell he's sleeping.

That is until I point my right foot in front of me and stretch my hands in the air majestically. While I ignore Caden's odd expression I go to jump on top of my brother when it hits me.

My brother loves pie.....

I turn around and grab Caden's hand. We quietly tiptoe downstairs and grab the pie I made for him last night. I make a huge whip cream blob on top and smile at my masterpiece.

"Babe, is there anything I can do?" Caden genuinely asks.

"Can you film this?" I smile innocently, while the villainous part of me secretly shines through.

He nods and pulls out his phone. We make our way back upstairs and just before I walk closer I signal Caden to start recording.

I kneel down right in front of my dear older brother and rest the pie hidden right in front of my knees.

I gently run my hand from his forehead to the back of his head. I do this over and over and then kiss his cheek. Just as I go to lightly shake him, his eyes flutter open.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH" I scream and tackle my brother.

"Happy birthday chicken wing" he smiles back.

"I have an early birthday present for you" I smile.

His face pales.

He sits up quickly and backs up all the way to the headboard.

"Is there a naked guy waiting, dressed as a pickle outside my door?" he questions.

"No"

"How about a stripper with a chainsaw threatening to cut my dick off because I was drunk and ran over her cat?" he asks.