[Completed✔] ❝I can't look at you while you're like this.❞ Bianca has hidden her rough past from her two teenage daughters who are hot on the trail to uncovering who their real father truly is. Delia and Macy stumble across a whirlwind of secrets wh...
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August 11th, 2011. 12:01 P.M.
"Five minutes? More like fifty five minutes!" Delia struggled in the heat as her clothes clung to her damp skin. "It's a long road?" Macy whined, allowing sweet to drip from her forehead.
Not far around the corner the twins found the house, and lumbered over there. Delia was too on a roll to wait and just went right up to knock on the door. After a series of movements from inside, an frail elderly woman welcomed them. Thinking that he would be inside, Delia spoke loudly.
"Hello. Is Dallas Winston here?" Delia asked. "Oh my." the woman doubted sadly, "He must've been the since young man who lived here before I did." Delia was disappointed once again, "Alright, thank you for your time." As they turned away the woman spoke again, "Are you his daughters?" she asked.
Without a thought Delia told her, "Yes. We're his daughters." in hope that he could possible hear and come racing to her voice. The woman left the door wide open, Delia stuck her head in the foyer, marvelling at how big the place was compared to her house, "Dad lived here." Macy tugged on her shirt as the lady returned with a cardboard box, "He left a box here when he moved, will you be dears and return it to him?"
"Definitely." Macy smiled, as the woman gave her it. The twins ran down the drive way and across the street to a bench, the idea of his belonging being contained in cardboard was too much to keep private. Delia ripped open the tape to reveal a bunch of items, the twins took turns pulling random junk out.
They scattered the bench with posters, a match box, lighter, empty pack of cigarette, cologne and a small velvet box. Macy unfasten the box, and was met with a shiny silver locket. Delia snatched it away from her to have the first look, the surface has the initials D.W and B.W carved into it. Inside a little photo of their parents, so in love, it made them wonder what could've caused all this.
They dug through more without a single word being shared, more and more photos of himself over the years, and even a tattered jersey. The twins reminisced, and created stories about him, who he was and how he came to love their mother. Delia brought it to her nose and breathed in his scent, "It smells like him." she bubbled, Macy wiped the tear from her face, "He's out there somewhere."
August 11th, 2011. 12:29 P.M.
The local postage office was there next bet. Possibly they could trace him down by pretending to be his daughters, which by default they were and collecting an overdue package. Delia wanders up to the register, "I'm here to pick up a package for Dallas Winston."
"Alright, do you have any ID?"
"No. But I am his daughter, and put the package under his name for a present. It sounds dumb really but it's my first time ordering online."
"We have two in the system." the man turns the computer screen to reveal two photos of a suspected Dallas Winston with all their details. Delia scanned the page as fast as possible, "Actually maybe I will pick it up later." she said, returning to Macy.
"I found it!" she cheered. Bianca wanders over to her suspicious looking daughters, giving them the fright of their lives, "Ladies, I didn't know you were here."
"Mom. We're shopping for school clothes." Macy lied, "And shoes, lots of shoes." Delia elbows her. "Oh, alright then. I'll be with you two in just a moment, we can help each other try on clothes." Bianca smiled. The twins really didn't want to upset their mother.
Neither of them had a reason to be embarrassed of her, she was only 17 years older. So as young as they were, she was also considered youthful. People often asked if she was their older sister, because she bared no wrinkles and has always kept up good health.
Macy yawned, "Delia should take me home, I'm exhausted." she said sleepily. Delia glanced at her often times careful twin, who seemed to surprise her daily. Bianca ran a hand down Macy's arm, "It's okay. Go get some rest darling."
August 11th, 2011. 12:45 P.M.
Neither of them had ran so hard in their lives, but it was fuelled by him and only him. If it wasn't for the sharp pain in their chest which stopped them breathing, or how their lungs felt as if they'd burst, the twins would've kept going down his street. Something stopped them, like a wave of anxiety or some sort of force field.
The location was their last before giving in. It wasn't what they expected, yet they didn't even know what they expected to begin with. The house was average like any other on the street, parked in the drive was a more vintage, manual car. Delia cleared her dry throat, "I can't do this." she panicked, trying to flee. Macy caught her before she could, "It's now or never."
"Okay fine." she panted as her breathing still hadn't returned to normal. She wasn't sure if it ever would after this moment. Delia swept towards the front of the house with Macy trailing behind, and on one, two, three-- she knocked.
