The Kidnapped Twin, Finally Found (Lenku And Rinkuo)

Chapter 13, Fearful of father

Rosalie was asleep.

I gently laid her down, laying her head on the pillow.

I went to the couch, and sat down, finally able to actually relax. Unless something came up again.

So, now Rosalie knew about me leaving the house. I really hoped she wouldn't tell. I didn't think she would, if she said she wouldn't, but she was sometimes unpredictable.

I closed my eyes and laid down.
I was so tired.

And my stomach was sore.
I wasn't sure what to do to help that though.

I just tried to focus on relaxing.
Though, dad would be home soon, and I would have to get up before he got mad.

He didn't like me sitting on the couch.
Said it was a luxury I didn't deserve, which probably was true, I just didn't understand what Roger and Rosalie did to deserve it.

I closed my eyes and thought back to Rin and Miku.
They had been so kind to me. Way nicer than anyone here.
I still couldn't believe that I had met two people to be my friends.

I hadn't really even expected one.

I didn't know why the sight of my stomach had upset me so much though.
I knew it would look bad, and I had seen it before, of course, it wasn't as bad then.

Not like it mattered though.
As long as mother didn't see it, or learn that I left the house.

I heard mother come out of her bedroom and hopped to my feet.
Suppose her nap is over.
I longed to lay down, but if she saw me on the couch, well... She agreed with father, but sometimes had grace, like after a really bad beating or if she just was in a good mood. Or I was giving someone a head massage.

I was often asked for a massage, especially by her.
And, not to brag, but I was a master at it.

She came into the living room and looked at me.
"Where's Roger and Rosalie?"

"Roger went to play with friends and Rosalie is asleep" I replied.

She simply nodded.
"Prepare the house, your father will be home soon" she said, nay, ordered as she went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.

I nodded and muttered "yes mother" and went around, picking up anything I saw littering the ground. Then I vacuumed, swept and mopped.

All in 20 minutes.

He would be home any minute now, and I hoped he was in a good mood.
Otherwise it would be bad for me...

I was terrified of him, and with good reason of course.
Who wouldn't be? Sometimes he literally beats me just for fun, I didn't have to do something wrong even.

And he was never nice, at least to me.
He had never said one nice thing to me.

He spoiled Roger and Rosalie, it was obvious he loved them. I didn't know why he didn't love me though.

I heard his car pull up, and looking around, the house looked clean, so I went to my bedroom to try to hide from him.

I wished I could lock the door, or even shut it, but I knew I would get in trouble, so instead I just hid behind it. I heard the front door open and mother and father talking.

He sounded frustrated.

Oh no.

Where could I go? Why was life this way? It hurt to live like this, to know I meant nothing to my family.

Thankfully I heard his footsteps go past my door, to his room.

Good, it sounded like he was gonna sleep.

I breathed a sigh of relief and stifled a yawn. I couldn't sleep, I wasn't allowed to sleep till midnight.

Then I had to wake up and start the day by four am.

I was exhausted, and had no idea why that rule existed, but it did, and I didn't dare break it.