Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 12: Even Rapunzel has a Bad Hair Day

Chapter 12: Even Rapunzel has a Bad Hair Day

"You look like crap." I mustered a glare as I watch my twin brother Tyler stuffing his face with chocolate waffles. He was dressed casually, dark blue jeans and red hoodie covering his lean body paired with black Converse shoes. The faint mark of Nate's bruise vitiated his high cheekbones. It should really come off as a shock that someone who looked perfect as him had any blood relations to someone as plain and impish such as myself.

I chose to ignore his teasing remark as I busied in piling my plate with waffles, I didn't need any more bruise on my wounded ego- I definitely knew how shitty I looked right now. It was thanks to the evil incarnate best friend of his that I looked this way, I tossed and thrashed in my bed as I mulled over the things he'd more than enjoy order me to do- you could never know with that guy.

Speaking of the devil, he chose to stay in his loft for the time being as he quote and quote, "Thought of what he'll do with his one week slave". Just thinking of his arrogant face made my blood boil, I shouldn't have agreed to that stupid dare and just stayed in the house like a good little girl.

Tyler raised his hands in defeat at seeing my murderous glare but a trace of a smile was threatening to break out of his face. "Alright, I'll keep my mouth shut."

Once again, I chose to remain silent and focused on eating. I'm being civil enough to not turn to my neurotic tendencies, I'm sure he'll come running to the hills the very moment I started shouting and cussing at him. The remaining minutes was downright awkward, Tyler kept on stealing glances at me and whenever our eyes would meet, I'll be the first one to look away- I don't think I'm ready to hear his explanation, I wanted to be just a tad bit longer oblivious.

Probably fed up of me ignoring him, Tyler finally spoke- causing my heart to beat frantically. I knew this was bound to happen sooner than later, I was actually surprised that he kept quiet this long. "Princess," A wave of pain hit me when I heard the endearment he used to call me, if he saw my pained reaction he didn't comment on it. "I'm sorry. Please let me explain. It was never my intention to leave you, hell if it's possible I would brought you along with us which I should've done. There was never a time I did not think of you, Blake and I tried to-

Swallowing my tears and not wanting him to see me any more vulnerable, I cut him off. "Not now, please."

Tyler grasp my hand that was lying on the table, I tried to take it back but he wouldn't relent. "Look at me princess, look at me." He begged.

I shook my head stubbornly and once again tried to get out of his hold.

"Just hear me out please. You could choose to do whatever you want after you let me talk, just please listen to what I have to say." I didn't like the hint of pain and weakness I heard in his voice. Out of the two of us, Tyler was always the stronger and rational one. Petty things never make him cry, he did not even shed a tear when we both got stuck at a pithole on the forest my family and Blake's used to go to. If anything, he held my sobbing frame close to him until Blake's small figure found us.

But the pain I felt over the past years refused to just ebb away, preventing me from consoling my brother's anguised figure. Where was he when I needed him the most? Where was he when I hid my crying self in a closet whenever my mother and father resort back to doing what they do best every night- shouting at each other like there's no tomorrow? Where was he when my father dragged my mother's and her summer fling's barely clothed body outside our front porch? Where was he when I was being bullied as my mother's infidelity spread around town? He was nowhere near me, he literally disappeared out of my life.

I finally found the strength to take back my hand when his betrayal made itself known once again. He was not in a position to act innocent and made me the bad guy here, I was downright furious and hurt- he should know, he made me this way after all. "There's nothing left to hear. You left and that's that, it doesn't really matter."