Triangle complications

Chapter 2

As I walked into my brothers room, my eyes were overwhelmed with sadness.

My other half, my twin, was covered head to toe in bruises and cuts. His right arm was in a sling and his head had a giant bandage wrapped round. I felt the water drip down my purple cheeks as I slowly walked over to my brothers bed.

His eyes fluttered open and he gave me a small smile.

He looked at me up and down as he barely spat out the words "how's mum and dad....?"
"Dylan...they didn't make it...."
"W-what..?" He stuttered.

Mum and dad definitely cared more about Dylan than me but I didn't really care, they would take him on holiday with them and leave me at home, I preferred being alone now anyway.

"What do you mean they didn't make it?" He asked quietly
"They died on the way here, because they were at the front of the car they had more impact".

When we got discharged, I changed into some black jeans, a white crop top and some heeled black boots. I made my way back to Dylans room, took his hand in mine and we headed to the bus stop.

When we got there, we waited about 10 minutes for our bus, we got home and I jumped straight into the shower.

It was a couple hours later and I was snuggled up on the sofa watching shameless until I heard a knock at the door, I groaned as I stood up and grasped the cold knob in my hand, whenever the door swang open, a small little old man wearing a police outfit.

"May I come in?" He questioned, I smiled and pulled the door open wider.
"Are you Natalie Denier?"
He asked quietly,
"Yes" I replied softly and quietly "can I help you?"

"I found your parents will...they want you to move to new York and live with your Auntie, go get packed up- oh and get your brother aswell I'm taking you to the airport" He smiled politely
"O-okay"

As I ran up the stairs to notify my twin about the sudden change in plans and pack up for New York, a wash of emotions ran through me fiercely, I started to remember all the lovely memories me and Dylan shared in this house and it made a couple of tears run down my face. I quickly swiped them away and took a deep breath before I walked into Dylans room.

"Dyl? We need to pack up, we're moving to New York..."

He looked at me horrified
"What?!" He spat fiercely
"Hurry up there's a sweet officer downstairs, he's gonna take us to auntie Lola's" I smiled trying to stay positive.

I sprinted into my room and began to throw my clothes, charger, Macbook and a few of my favourite things. I walked round the house for a bit when I came across my parents room. I grabbed mum's favourite hoodie and her perfume that I was obsessed with and with that, I left the house I loved ever so dearly.

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