Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Sophie
I’m sorry. Is Quinn taking care of you the way good boyfriends do? Mom and Dad are MIA again.
Sophie
I miss you, can I come over and visit?
Sophie
I’m lonely.
Sophie
Please? I promise I won’t do anything, I just hate being alone.
My heart sinks. I know exactly what it’s like to be alone, but at the same time, I know her point of view, of having to take care of me, deal with me, so I quickly text back.
Me
Sure. But only for a little bit, since I need rest.
Why does it feel like this is the worst answer I could possibly give her? I ignore the feeling in my gut, just like I ignore the fact that I’m lying to Quinn and get ready for the day.
By the time she stops by, I’ve eaten some fruit for breakfast and Quinn decided to go get groceries, domesticated that one, he refused to let me come which is probably for the best since Sophie’s on her way.
I jump when a knock sounds at the door.
“It’s open!” I call.
Sophie rolls right on in with her designer black Celine glasses, a pair of short jean shorts, a black sweater that hangs off her shoulder, and enough makeup to kill a person on her face.
What’s her angle?
I look down.
I’m in a pair of matching red Nike sweats and barefoot, my hair’s pulled back, I have zero makeup on and I know I look as sick as I feel.
She drops her black bag on the counter and takes off her sunglasses, placing them there. “You look like shit.”
“Thank you?”
She smirks and walks past me to the sliding glass door. “So, heard he’s rich.”
“Ambrose?” I ask innocently.
She looks over her shoulder. “No, I did a little recon, Quinn has a shit ton of family money, like literally so much money it’s ridiculous, lots of drama with his family though so maybe stay far, far, away, hey maybe we can switch it up again? I’ll take your spot, he can have a nice healthy girl and you can go just… sleep.”
I shake my head slowly. “Both hurtful and seriously disturbing, plus he’s my boyfriend, not yours.”
I suddenly feel sick to my stomach. Has she seen him while I was in the hospital? Has she tried anything else? And now that he knows I’m sick, is she going to say something? It’s the only thing she has on me. Panic rises in my throat like I want to both scream and cry, but I’m motionless.
Is she even my sister anymore?
Or a stranger now?
All because I have Quinn.
She had him.
But I have him.
My skin starts to feel clammy, but I can’t tell if it’s me or if it’s the realization that if he finds out—it’s over, everything will be over.
Sophie looks around the apartment. “Hmm, must be nice, yeah? I’m all by myself and you’re here with a hot nurse and what appears to be millions of dollars in his hands. I always wonder why is it that I’m the cursed twin and you’re the lucky one.”
“Lucky?” I repeat. “How in the hell am I lucky? I could die!”
“Good.” Sophie crosses her arms. “Maybe it would just be better if there were only one of us, I could easily take over your life, you know, it’s easy to act like you. Sarcastic but slow, pretty, but not pretty enough because you don’t know how to put on makeup.” She reaches into her purse and pulls out a flask and starts chugging from it.
I ignore her insults. “Since when did you pre-game on a Monday?”
She downs more, then screws the top back on the silver flask and tucks it into her bag. “Since I realized that my life was meaningless, even if I’m the one that’s probably going to live longer. Ironic, right? A dead person means more to our parents, more to Quinn, more to friends who constantly ask about you.”
The front door opens, but Sophie keeps talking.
“You know the worst part?” She walks up to the couch and leans down. “Sometimes, I wish you were dead. And I feel like shit over it, because it would solve all of my problems, it would be so easy,” She reaches out and touches my cheek.
A tear slides down followed by another, they’re hot on my skin and my throat starts to feel like it’s closing. “How did we get to this place?”
“You.” She jerks back. “That’s the easy answer. Everything is your fault and you know it. All of it. Even my last boyfriend asked how you were doing, it will never be about me. It should be though, everyone should have their moment, and you’ve had enough of mine.”
“So you came over to tell me that?”
“I came over to tell you…” Her eyes locked on mine. “…that I’m done with you. I’m going to tell mom and dad I’m moving. Send me an invite when you die—oh wait…” She taps her chin with her black manicured nail. “I guess Quinn will have to be the one to send it, promise I’ll fuck him good for you and let him scream your name while he mourns.”