A young teen who enters the foster care system and soon ends up with a well known friend after a series of gruesome endurences with other "parents."
Dolan twin fanfic
!¡No smut¡!
The press were on to me. I had been staying in Hollywood, LA for about a year now and I already had the label "Hollywood Killer." Obviously, the press or police didn't know it was me, hence why I wasn't in jail, but I knew they would catch me soon enough.
I had two girls in the basement garage of the mansion I was working at, and I knew nobody would find them there. I was working for a movie producer who was kind of a big deal. I was kind of his "assistant" I suppose, and his new wife and step daughter who had just moved in. The daughter was about 17 and fairly beautiful. I could tell she was different, as she didn't want to fit into the "LA stereotypes." She wore baggy type clothes, and kept her dark brown hair up in a messy bun all the time. Her name was Tana, and I could tell she had a little "crush" on me or whatever because every time I came around her, her cheeks turned a bright shade of red and she tumbled over her words a lot.
I gave her the illusion that there was some connection between us, but I really just didn't want her to be aware of the things I was actually doing.
After the whole thing with Todd and Isley in Michigan, I had been out for blood. It just felt so good being in control, making everyone tremble at the sound of my voice, the sweet feeling of their bones cracking in my hands. It made me feel amazing, and I needed more.
I came to LA because I was envious of how much power the people here had gained. Most of the people in Hollywood were producers, actors or actresses, or social media influencers. These people were the most stuck up people in the world, who thought they were better than everybody else just because the number of followers they had. I was done with it, and needed to make them feel little, weak, and powerless.
It was about 7 am when I went down the long driveway to retrieve the mail. I grabbed the 49 envelopes and letters that were in the mailbox, and hurried back inside. I threw them on the huge dining room table when one of them with my name on it caught my eye. Nobody knew I lived here, or so I thought. It even had my real last name on it which made me even more curious of who it was from.
Camryn Rivers
I picked it up off the table and slid open the envelope. The note inside read;
Camryn,
I know this is probably super unexpected and random, but I just needed closure. My name is Addalina Rivers and I'm pretty sure I'm your sister. I have just recently been going through an old family picture album and came across this picture.
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I'm extremely sorry to say this, but I don't remember you at all. Looking through all these pictures made me realize that you were in all of them. I don't remember ever seeing you in my life and I wanted to find out who you were because you're the only one left in our family besides me, and I wanted to know if you would ever want to reconnect or something. I found you because one of my friends Isley claims she knew you. I am currently engaged, and would love it if you could come to my wedding. I know this is probably a lot to take in, it was for me as well considering I didn't know I had a older brother, but I hope you see this.
