Closer than Twins

Twins

Chapter title: The beginning

The difficulties all started when I was 16. My brothers were 8 at the time, when it happened they were the most affected. Our father didn’t come home for dinner, he was always home for dinner, so I started to panic. Our mother didn’t seem to care where he was at, and she would often talk bad about him. When really he is- was - a good man… It was like she hated him, but I didn’t know why. So when we found out what happened, me and my brothers were devastated. Our mother on the other hand, did not care. She did not care that her husband, the father to her children, the man that loved her unconditionally, was dead… That was when I learned that she loved no one, not even her children.

The story I am telling starts when the twins were born, Virgil was born first, then there was Roman. Virgil was prone to anxiety, but often calmed down when listening to music, of which I often played for him on my guitar. Roman also often calmed him down, they were always the best of friends, and did not get into fights like normal siblings, none of us did.( maybe it was because we only had each other.) They’re also complete opposites, Virgil is what most people call an ‘emo’, or as the kids at their school like to call him ‘emo nightmare’, or ‘anxiety’. Roman acts like a prince most of the time, but the kids at their school mostly call him ‘sir sing a lot’, or ‘prince charming’, but that's apparently because Virgil called him that at first. Roman doesn't mind the class nicknames, but Virgil does, Roman often defends Virgil, instead of himself. Me on the other hand, I'm fine at school, I'm somewhat popular, and nobody is really mean to me, I had straight A's. When it happened though, it all went to hell…..

Melody's POV.

November 17th, 2018, age 16

I sat at the dining table, with my mother, and my two, 8 year old brothers. The room was silent, the only noise was the click of our forks against our plates. We are waiting for our father to come home for dinner, but he never came. Instead there was a knock at the door. My mother gave me a look, knowing what that look means. There is a small click of my fork being sat down on the table as I get up and go to the door and open it. It was a police officer. Panic started to rise in me. “ What can I help you with officer? ” I say as I try to calm myself. As soon as I said ‘officer’, my mother stood up and made her way over, she looked at the officer with confusion. He looked to my mother, and said “ Are you, Jessica Amore? ” My mother looked shocked, I was scared. ´What had happened to have the police come to our door?.’  ’ Something bad happened, didn't it? ’ ‘ Don't think like that! ’. I look to my mother, and she continues to talk to the officer “ Yes, that’s me. What’s wrong? Has something happen? ” She asked slightly panicked. “ Yes something has happened……” he looked past me, and mom, to see my brothers confused, and scared. “Would you like to talk privately? ” he said, to which She nodded. I followed them outside. “ Miss. Amore, I regret to inform you…. ” oh no. I'm not liking where this is going….. “ * sigh * Msr. Amore, I regret to inform you, your husband is dead …..”  ´Wha…. ´

A sweet voice echoes the word in my head  ‘dead?! ’ followed by a sour voice ‘your dad is dead’ ‘’ No! No! Nonononono! This can't be happening! ’ “ My husband is what? “  she did not look sad, well, at least not to me. But no one other than me, and my friends, can tell. To the officer, she looked heart broken. But I have seen that exact same face so many times, the face she uses, - used - on my father any time she was trying to guilt trip him into giving her more money. It sickens me to see that face at this moment. But I kept quiet, if I said anything she’d just play it off. “ He is….. dead…. “ I collapsed. For the first time in 6 years I cried in front of someone. I broke down, I couldn´t stop my tears. My brothers must have heard, because they came rushing out to see what was wrong. Virgil tried to ask why I was crying, and Roman tried to hug me to make me feel better. I held Roman in my arm, and extended the other towards Virgil so he could join the embrace, to which he curled into me, and I cried more knowing that our mother was going to make me explain what happened later. I took my brothers inside and sat on the sofa, and I set my brothers beside me. I wipe my tears on the sleeve of my neon pink sweater. I try to calm myself. ‘ deep breath, deep breath. Breath in for 4 seconds, hold for 7, breath out for 8. ’ my breathing steadied after I did that a few times. “ What's wrong? ” Virgil asked. “ …… Dad's not coming home…… ” I said quietly. “ Why? Did we do something wrong? ” Roman asked. “ No! You two didn't do anything wrong! ” I paused, then continued. “ …..Dad is-…...Dad is Gone ” I said, as I tried to hold in my tears. They looked confused. “ Dad’s not coming back? ” Virgil asked. “ Ever? ” Roman asked. I shook my head. Tears welled up in their eyes. They both curled into me as I tried to console them, while I tried not to cry myself. Our mother walked back in the house not long after. I glance at her and she looked bored. Like what she was just told was nothing, she didn't care about him, she only cared about his money. Yes, we were very well off, but we weren't snobby like others would think. She glared daggers at me and my brothers. She then spoke “ Stop crying you baby’s! You three need to move on, I did a long time ago! ” When her terrible attempt to make my brothers stop crying only made it worse, she growled in frustration. They curled into me more, Virgil seemed about to have a anxiety attack. ‘ oh no! We need to get him out of here! ’ ‘ But first, we have to put this monster in her place. ’ “ Don’t say that! Dad loved you, and your just fine with him being dead?! What. Kind. Of. Mother Are You?! Getting mad at your kids for having emotions?! You might not, but we do, and that is something you need to understand! ” the anger is prominent in my voice. I stand up, still holding my brothers, and carry them to my room. I try to calm Virgil down, but it’s almost impossible, but Roman is more successful. He must’ve sensed that Virgil was about to have a anxiety attack. I watch as my brothers cling to each other, still crying.

At this moment I can't help but think, why him? What had he done to deserve this? What had We done to deserve this? My mind searched for an answer, but nothing came to mind, what had we done to deserve this? We were very well behaved, and we were respectful, what had we done? My mind is running a mile a minute. What had we done? Would we Know? ‘ did we talk too much? ’ ‘ Did we ask for too much? ’ ‘ Did we show too many emotions? ’ ‘ Did I…. ’ My sob broke out of me ‘ Did i….. I rely on him too much? Is this my punishment? For everything? ’ I was broken from my trance suddenly by my brothers hugging me. I looked down to see them looking back at me, there faces looking very scared and sad, like they knew what was going through my head. I try to stop crying, and to smile at them, but then i only felt like my mother….

After a short while I got them to sleep, they were still clinging to each other, tear stains still visible. I decided to go take a shower. Looking in the mirror I think ‘ wow, I look like crap... ’ I sigh and take off my clothes, and look back at the mirror, I see all my cuts, scratches, and bruises. ‘ We look like we got hit by a tornado… ’ ‘ shut up! ’ I sigh again, and get in the shower. Just me and my thoughts… my mind starts racing again, all the things come rushing back….. But one thought stays with me after my shower…. ‘ Was it even your fault? ’ and one answer to that question. ‘ There was nothing I could do about it, I couldn't have stopped it from happening. ’ and it was true…  when i go back to my room, virgil is awake, and looking right me. He looks at me and then roman, who was still sleeping, then back at me. Then he said a voice so quiet that I could barely hear him. “ Could we sleep here tonight, please ? ” i look at him, and smile softly, then say. “ Of course you can...” with that I lay down between the two of them. Roman, still sleeping, curling into me after I layed down, and Virgil claiming in bed after me. I had a small feeling that I was going to be my brothers only get away after that…..

I fell asleep with my brothers curled into me, today may have been hell, but I hope it'll get better…..

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