"we stopped checking for monsters under our beds when we realised they were inside us" - The Joker
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"Tark" I screamed "Help"
Sam laughed
"Twins! you have a twin brother?"
I nodded my head and whimpered at the sight of my brother, he was crying.
"Oh this is too good to miss!" Laughed Sam. "Go to your brother Dakoda"
He released me and I ran to Tark and hugged him, he held me tight.
"Koda, Sissy are you okay?" Asked Tark
"Tarky" I sobbed "My head hurts"
"I will never let go" He promised
"Don't make promises you can't keep boy" Yelled Sam.
Then Sam punched Tark and he fell to the ground. unconscious
I screamed and tried to run to Tark but Sam through me across the room.
Still screaming.
"Dakoda!" Yelled a familiar voice "Wake up"
I snapped my eyes open and jumped away from the voice and hit the bedroom wall.
"Dakoda! its ok, its me Jake!" He yelled turning on the lights.
I saw myself in the mirror across from the bed. I looked like hell, hair everywhere and dark patches below my eyes.
My piercing green eyes where wide and alert, scanning the room for danger before I looked at Jake.
Jake wasn't wearing a shirt and only had boxers on.
His eyes were full of worry, concern and most noticeable, Fear.
I started to cry.
"Shit, Koda" He ran to me and I tried to back away.
"That's what he called me..." I whispered.
"Who called you what?" He asked sitting next to me.
I tried to wipe away the tears but they kept coming, Jake grabbed my hand and kissed my knuckles gently.
I noticed they were bleeding.
"Ow" I said when I noticed.
"You punched the wall" He replied wiping the stray tears off my cheeks.
"why?" I asked, why the fuck would I punch a wall?
"When I heard your screams I ran in here to see you punching the wall" He explained.
"Shit" I mumbled.
"What were you dreaming about?" He asked cupping my face with his hands.
"I don't know" I choked.
"Koda" he replied sternly
"I think I have a brother" I whispered with my voice hoarse.
"What do you mean you 'think' you have a brother?" he asked
"I don't remember anything before I was five" I croaked.
"your parents?" he questioned
"were murdered when I was four and according to Alex and Steven the scar was still fresh when I was given to them" I answered starring at my bed sheets.
"And you think you had a brother" he put his hand on the small of my back trying to comfort me.
"according to my dream I had a twin brother" I whispered.
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HumorWARNING: This book contains a lot of swearing and some sexual references Dakoda Johnson is an assassin, hired by the American president himself. One day President Jones calls her into his office, telling her that he wants to make her his sons bodyg...
