Life had always been hostile to me. I had grown up in nothing but despair. Nothing good had ever happened in my life. I had one biggest fear, Marcel Varetti, my excuse of a father.

He had destroyed my life and left me a broken mess. I was unable to stand up for myself everytime he abused me.

I was a coward, I let him have his way with me. I always thought that maybe one day he would stop with all the mental and physical abuse he always inflicted on me and love me like a normal father would love his only son but no, that day would never come.

Not then not ever. It was too late, Marcel Varetti was now six feet under due to an accident that occured to one of his work places. The 50 storey building burnt down due to some faulty electrical wires, ending in tragic deaths of everyone present in the building that day, including HIM, my 'father' , the almighty Marcel Varetti.

I was not free, hell was I even relieved that he was gone. It had been three weeks since his demise but I was still terrified of him, I hadn't been able to sleep because of the constant nightmares I kept on having. His deep blue eyes that bored nothing but hate and distaste for me.

I hated myself for having the same eye color as him, but there was nothing I could do about it, was there?

I was on a flight to my 'mother's' house and I was so anxious.

Child services decided that I was too young to stay by myself, so they sought out my other parent, my mother, who I had never met before, to take care of me. Apparently, I had a mother and a twin sister, 'surprise surprise.'

I honestly didn't know how to feel. The fact that I was going to take refuge with the people who neglected, and forgot about me was a big blow to the face.

But who was I kidding, it wasn't their fault, who would have wanted me. I was a sin, a curse , an abomination and many more terms that my father used to degrade me.

"Get away from me you faggot, don't ever call me father again or I'll rip off that dirty mouth of yours. I own your life and there's nothing you can do about. You are a good for nothing bastard, go to your room this instant and reflect. And no food for you tonight."

I hated thinking about him but I couldn't stop myself, he was like a virus that infested my mind.

He could never let me be free, he had damaged me so much that no amount of pain bothered me anymore.

....

Five hours later I
arrived at the airport, ready to meet my new doom.

"Skyler Varetti?" A man in an all black suit, probably a driver, asked me. "Yes." I nodded. "Alright, follow me."

I silently followed him in the alley, he lead me right through the airport exit door.

Right there in front of the a small crowd, I spotted two ladies holding up a poster with my name on it, a bouquet of flowers and what I assumed to be chocolate in a small box.

"Hi Skyler, I'm Angela." The older woman said and hugged me once I was in front of them, "I'm your mother ." I honestly didn't know how to react to that. I muttered a single "hi" and left it at that.

Angela was not very tall, somewhere a 5'5 . She had a very nice body, that screamed how much she worked out and how seriously she took care of her diet.

She had brown orbs, and golden brown hair just like mine. Before, I'd always wondered were I got my hair color from, seeing dad was a blonde, but everything made sense now.

The younger one smiled brightly at me and gave me a huge hug that caught me off guard and nearly fell to my butt.

"Hi I'm Evie, your twin sister. I know you haven't met me before but I know we're going to have a lot of fun together, I'm going to introduce you to all my friends and my best friend Penny. I have told her about you and sh-
"Evie! You are making him uncomfortable, let's get home first then you can get to know each other. "
"But mo-"
"Evie! I know you are excited but your brother is tired. "
"Argh!!!fiiiine." She dramatically threw her arms up in mock surrender and walked over to the car.

Angela rolled her eyes and began to guide me to the car.

The girl.....Evie, my twin sister, she talked a lot. She also had brown wavy hair like me and Angela. she was very beautiful, the same height as me, and a perfectly tanned skin.

She was wearing a nice dress that brought out the color of her eyes...... I tensed. No that couldn't be, she had his eyes, the eyes that I had grown up to resent, the eyes that showed nothing but distaste for me. I felt like my anxiety attack kick in.

'No this can't be , I can't show them that I'm weak, I need to get a hold of myself.' I internally said to myself . I silently breathed in and out until I was able to breath normally without anyone noticing my break down.

.....

Thirty minutes later we arrived at a house, a very big house actually. It was not bigger than any of my dad's many mansions, but it looked amazing nontheless. It had a homely feeling to it, something that I'd never experienced back at my father's house.

The outside was painted in a creamy white. Toys were scattered on the front lawn and there were two set of swings , giving it a homely feel.

The inside of the house was extravagant yet cozy . The living area had a huge couch and a small coffee table in the middle. A 60' tv was plastered on the wall and a fireplace right below it.

On either side of the couch, there were laz boy chairs with cozy looking pillows on them. The opposite door to the right lead to the kitchen, top white shelves a, white island, a sink in the corner and a bar on the far end .

Everything looked cozy, and peaceful.

just as I was about to ask the way to my room, the front door opened revealing a tall man , probably 6'2, holding two kids, a boy and a girl .

He walked up to me and warmly greeted me ." Hey, you must be Skylar, I'm Gerald, nice to finally met you." I nodded. " n-nice to meet you too." I stuttered. Just as he was about to say some more things, Angela walked up to us and kissed Gerald on his right cheek. " ah Skyler, Gerald here is my husband and those two lovely kids are our own."

I just stood there awkwardly, what did she expect me to do anyway, it was non of my business.

She called the two kids over and introduced them to me. Abby, 9 years old and Mike , 5 years. They both had blonde hair and green eyes just like there father, Gerald. Abby was jumpy and all excited to meet me while Mike just smiled at me and continued pestering his father about some new toys he wanted

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