Chapter 3

Angelo was my first serious boyfriend. I was seventeen and I was about to take my stats, we met during my frequent visits to the library. We waited till my last paper to go out officially. He knew I was Dermot, and he still wanted me.

Words cannot describe how I felt, he chose me. He wanted me, not my twin sister. It made me closer to him, and we were inseparable. We went out for a long time, I felt that he deserved my body.

I waited when my mom had a night shift, and I told devlin, we were laying on my bed as I told her my plans, for the first time ever, I felt like I was close to my sister. This guy didn’t want her, he wanted me. Normally, I was a consolation prize for the guys my sister rejected, but this one wasn’t like that. It made me feel warm inside.

She listened to me talk about my fears, giving my virginity to a guy was a big step for me and I wanted to talk to someone about it. God forbid, I talk to my mother about it, she will hit me with a shoe. Talking to my sister made me feel like the old times, when we would play and talk about boys. She soothed my fears, and reassured that I would be fine and so would Angelo.

The day of the deed, I was stuck at work, trying to get away but they wouldn’t let me. I had no power in my cell to call Angelo, he was supposed to come to my house, but I couldn’t reach him. I was worried about him, I didn’t want him to think that I was standing him up.

I took the job because I wanted to help my mother with the bills, with school and everything, she was like the modern super woman, and I had to be her sidekick.

I finished my shift, trying as much as possible to satisfy the customers. I had to get home as soon as possible, I started running as soon as I clocked out, and I ran till I got home.

The lights were turned off, I ran up the stairs, taking two at time. I wanted to plug my phone and call Angelo, to apologize for standing him up, I entered my room, and plugged my phone expecting to see missed calls from him, I didn’t see any from him, but I did see a text from him.

Be there soon,

What?

He couldn’t be here, he isn’t here. If he was, Devlin would have called me to inform me of his arrival. She said she was going to be home all day.

No!

No, no, no!

I rushed blindly to her room, I am going to kill her!

I pushed open her door, and my jaw fell open. There on her bed, was Angelo inside Devlin, whispering my name in her ear.

My heart broke into a million pieces, I felt so lost. She stole my moment with the boy I loved, the boy that chose me over her.

Apparently, that wasn’t enough. She was bitter that he didn’t look her way, so she decided to steal my first time with him.

I looked straight at Angelo, he looked confused, then his expression changed to shame and anger as he stared at me from the bed, he knew he had been tricked.

I wanted to kill my sister, I have never felt the kind of bloodlust I had running through me that moment. It took a half-naked Angelo, and my mother coming home to drag me off before I choke my sister to death.

She punished us for weeks, but my sister received a lesser punishment because she pleaded with our mother that she made a mistake. So she punished me for deciding to put out. I was the bad sister, and Devlin was the perfect twin. She was me, but the one people loved.

Although, we are different in the way we act, think or our extra-curricular activities. But, we still chose the same things sometimes, it was the one thing that I hated. No matter what, we were alike in some way.

I was angry at my mom, angry at my sister, and angry at myself. Because for one moment, I thought she was actually looking at for me, when I laid on her bed telling her about my decision, she acted like a sister to me that day, and I fell for her foolish schemes like a stupid girl.

I didn’t know who to blame, myself for being stupid, or my sister, for thinking I could trust her.

I was so dumb.

And now, she wanted to take henry from me, when will she ever stop?

I paced my house, as I thought of the best possible way to take care of this. She has been looking for ways to contact me, this was my chance to have my revenge and get back at her for ruining my life all those years ago.

If she wanted to get an audience, she has it.

My anger has cooled down, and my desire to kill her increased with each breath I took, I had to figure out a plan to get rid of her once and for all.

I would finally have my pound of flesh at the girl who would stop at nothing to take everything from me.

I took out my phone to text her,

We need to talk.

I placed my phone down on the counter, I needed to distract myself from the situation. I went upstairs to choose an outfit.

Devlin and I, we have always had similar taste for fashion, I bought clothes with my money, and she stole them from my wardrobe.

So similar is the word I would use, she has always been good at stealing my spotlight right from when we were kids. I would enjoy taking her rich CEO husband away from her.

I took another shower, in preparation for the meeting. I was certain that she would want to meet with me. She was so desperate for attention, she was begging for it.

I mean, going to my boyfriend to complain to him? That screams drama to me.

I got out of the shower, took my time in wearing my dress, I chose a black form fitting dress to hug my curves. It was the best choice that described my situation.

I couldn’t help but wonder if henry thought it was me in that picture. Surely, my own boyfriend would have known it was me, we have been dating for a long time now. How could he not tell us apart?

Unless, henry knew it was Devlin and he was either cheating on me with my sister, my own twin sister. I was hella pissed.

And if he didn’t know that it was my sister, then what the hell was he doing with that picture?

Why would he have done it? They have never met personally, unless they had arranged to meet behind my back.

That was all going to stop by the time I am done with my talk with Devlin.

I checked my phone, and I saw a reply from her. She wanted us to meet at the warehouse, I remember the building. It was where I first told her that I was in New York. I am surprised she remembered that piece of information. I assumed that she didn’t care about my life at all.

I put my makeup on, I had deep scores I needed to settle once and for all, I mentally prepared myself for anything that might take place.

I didn’t take my car, if I had chances of gas money, I would take the bus. I waited for the bus, I didn’t want to tell henry that I was going to meet up with my sister, if I needed the truth, I was going to take them unawares. They wouldn’t see me coming.

First my sister, then henry follows suit. They wouldn’t know what hit them.

While in the bus, I thought of the first thing I would say to her, it was like looking into a mirror and talking to myself. Will I feel any sympathy for her when I look at our face?

It was a short ride to the warehouse, I alighted from the bus. Dread filling me, and making me feel light headed. I didn’t want to bring up the memories I had locked away in my head. It was locked behind a red door with a sign not to open. I was afraid of letting those memories of why I hated my sister consume me.

I knocked on the door, and there she was. My identical twin, she looked at me with a blank expression, she didn’t say anything, not even a form of greeting. She simply handed me the second glass of wine. She didn’t flinch while handing me that glass.

“You wanted me to call” I stated,

“I wondered how long it will take you” she says,

“You planted the picture on purpose, didn’t you? I took a large gulp from the glass.

“I did”

“Why?” I asked,

“I don’t trust him, Dermot” she told me, simply.

“So you think you can just fuck it out of him? Jesus Christ! Devlin, this is not Angelo. This is the guy I have been dating for years now. Does he know?” I asked her,

“Yes, he does. He is the one that came onto me” she said, shrugging.

“And you didn’t think to call me?” I asked.

“Get over yourself, Dermot. It’s not my fault that your boyfriend is a piece of crap” she defended.

“So whose fault is it?” I was beginning to get angry at her, she was sitting there, comfortably telling me that she cheated with my boyfriend and she can’t feel one atom of remorse.

“He said, you were having some troubles.”

“And you wanted to help him out, thank you for this” I told her.

She takes a gulp of wine, shrugging her shoulders as she inhaled deeply.

“I am the last person you should be talking to about this, I am not the one with the cheating boyfriend. That’s your problem, not mine” she said bluntly.

“And what about you, does your husband know that you are cheating on him? Does he know anything about your life in general?” I asked her.

My heart was beating so fast against my chest, the memory I tried so hard to keep buried was surfacing. She was pushing me to say something I will regret, the casual way she sat there, telling me that yet again, they chose her over me, was just about enough pushing. She gets off on this, always stealing people that loved me. I hate her.

“He knows that I have my choices” she said.

“And one of them is my boyfriend, this is like Angelo all over again” I spat out.

“Don’t be dramatic, Angelo made a mistake, but henry? He knew exactly what he wanted and it wasn’t you” she taunted.

I didn’t have the heart to reply that, I felt betrayed and not just from one person, but from two. I can’t believe that henry would talk about building a future with me, and still be screwing my sister.

She saw that she hit a nerve, and she continued,

“Why can’t you face it, Dermot? It will always be me. They will keep choosing me over you. You are nothing but a pesky fly on the wall, why don’t I call your precious boyfriend to let him know that his snoopy Girlfriend knows of his deeds” she delivered the final blow.

Her phone screen lit up as she attempted to call henry,

The heavy wine bottle my hand was wrapped around swung in a perfect arc. It made contact with her skull, the sound reverberating off the walls. She drops alongside her phone to the floor.

There is blood everywhere, I watched as it spread on the floor.

I stood staring at the mess I made, she really pushed too far this time…