Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

My Sister Y/N // Ethan Dolan

this series is a new topic. it's... different.

===== (Ethan's P.O.V)

Backstory

Y/N's not what you would call normal. She's 15 and, on the outside, looks 'normal'. She's not. She messes with people's heads and twists their emotions all around. She knows how to manipulate people to the point where they question themselves and start to doubt everything they've established. Y/N's not... normal.

===== (Y/N's P.O.V)

Backstory

I've been told that I'm a monster. I've been told that I'm a murderer. I've been told that I'm going to burn in the depths of what I create; hell. I don't trust people anymore. I... I have no use for them. I only trust one other person, other than myself. My brother, Ethan. He understands me. He's... useful.

~Ethan's P.O.V~

I unlocked the front door, my keys banging against the door lightly. I walked straight past my parents, right up to my room. I stopped short, watching Y/N hovered over my computer. I cleared my throat,

"What are you doing in my room?" I entered, tossing everything onto my desk. She closed my computer, her face poker,

"I was just looking." She slid off of my bed. I rolled my eyes,

"At what?" I leaned against my desk. Y/N turned on the charm, hugging my waist,

"You trust me, don't you Ethan?" Her eyes sparkled. Her eyes weren't like ours'. They were icy blue. Her hair was different too, a deep black in contrast to our brown. I sighed at her,

"Of course I do. You're my sister." She smiled, bouncing out of the room. I bit my lip,

"After the hamster, do I really? " I was exhausted. I tried to take a short nap, but I couldn't sleep. I opened my computer. My search history wasn't different and nothing was open. I don't know what I expected. Y/N's smart. Even if she wasn't trying, she wouldn't have left any traces of her being there behind. I went downstairs to get something to drink. Y/N was sitting on her phone,

"Hi, Eth." She didn't look up. She's like that. Observant. She knows who comes into the room solely by the noise they make. I pulled out my phone, turning it on and recording. I put it back in my pocket so that it would pick up our conversation,

"How've you been doing lately, Y/N?" I opened the fridge. I heard her phone click as it turned off,

"Not too well. I've been angry. Neglected. I'm tired of just sitting around. I wanna do something. I've kept my promises, Ethan. Don't I get something for that?" I turned. Her cheeks had dimples in them when she smiled. Her smile was big. And fake,

"No Y/N, you promised me. I'm not going to let you break it because you haven't. That doesn't make sense and you're all about logic, right?" I took a sip from my water. She sighed,

"I won't kill a person. Just like, a bug or something. Please, Ethan?" She turned up the charm, her blue eyes watering. I shook my head,

"No, and if I find out that you did it anyway-" She cut me off,

"I won't. I promise." She smiled. Genuine. I've become accustomed to deciphering the real from the fake. I nodded,

"Well, don't just sit there. Talk to me." I leaned against the kitchen island. She sighed,

"I just feel mad. I feel like I'm losing useful people." She picked at her long nails. They were painted red,

"You say only one person is useful to you. That's me." I raised an eyebrow. She nodded, real tears falling down her face,

"You're all I have. You're the only one who doesn't think I'm a monster." She breathed in deep. I let her cry,

"Why is it that you think that?" I took another sip of water. Her expression changed,

"You think I'm a monster?" She started crying harder. I shook my head,

"You know I don't think you're a monster." I twisted the cap onto the water and checked the time on the clock,

"I'm going to my girlfriend's house. Stay out of my room. I love you." 

~Y/N's P.O.V~

He slipped up. I knew he would. I just needed him in the right spot. I was losing him. He was too useful to lose. I needed to know why I was losing him. He kissed the top of my head. I smiled as he left,

"I'm going to push his fucking girlfriend under a bus." I wasn't going to let someone steal him from me. I walked into my room. I had previous texts between Ethan and his girlfriend from when I screenshot them and sent them to myself Messages and messages filled the screen. I scrolled and scrolled through. He had a girlfriend, alright. I was beyond angry,

"She has to die."