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Ms_versatile100

❝𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢?
𝙽𝚘𝚙𝚎.
𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝?
𝙰𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢. ❞

My once blur vision started clearing up and I looked up at the white curtains above my bed that were fluttering against the wind along with the white wind chimes.

My bed? Wait, what?
I'm home?

Right after the realisation, confusion started to build which lead to an agonising pain in the back of my head.

'How did I get here?' I thought as many other questions arose in mind but were soon answered as a voice said, "I think I clearly told you not to join the party"
I whipped my head around to look at my brother who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat, peering down at me.

His hair was messy and was covering his forehead. He looked as if he hadn't taken a shower.

My brothers eyes twinkled with the usual mischievous charm. He always looked like he was up to something while I looked as if I'm going to beat his arse if he does anything.

We looked really familiar, as twins are supposed to. We shared the same wavy brown hair, tan skin and dark eyes. The all too familiarness that I've missed was making me overwhelmed, so I did the only thing I could conjure up with.

"Zandy," I shouted as I jumped up onto the bed and threw my self into his arms. In the process of showering my brother with love and happiness, I might've accidentally pressed into his fractured, bandaged hand.

"Ow! My hand, you flipping idiot," he howled out in pain.

As soon as I backed away, he bent over on the bed clutching his bandaged hand with a constipated expression etched onto his face.

Guilt overtook me in no time. He snuggled his head into the sheets, his face turning red as a tomato. His hair was getting more ruffled up and he was groaning continuously.

"Zander, I'm so sorry. I didn't know- I mean I for, forgot. I'm sorry but please don't tell mom," I whined trying to cradle him but he would just continuously moan out in pain.

If mom finds out, I'll find myself out of my house. Maybe I'm exaggerating but I'd have to face her wrath which was far worse than finding myself disowned and homeless.

Whenever we'd do anything mischievous, Zander and I would stick up for each other. We'd never tell her who did it and our dad would pipe in stating some Geneva act or something. It basically stated that collective punishment can be considered as a war crime. Considering that mom was a prosecutor, we'd be saved.

"Call mom," he shouted. His eyes clenched close, his neck veins were bulging, as if he's about to get high blood pressure.

Oh shit, brother. We are in this together. You and I are supposed to be for each other.

"No not mom. I'll do anything. Please don't just tell mom," I said hanging onto the last flicker of hope.

He stopped wriggling at once and peeled open one eye and said, "Anything?"

His eyes were shining with amusement and playfulness. He started to grin like a mad man and it took me a moment or two before I realised.

Well, now he has to settle with his arse looking like a tomato.

I lunged at him, body-slamming him in the process.

Thwack

I targeted his pea-brained head first, hitting him multiple times, all while trying to not to hurt his hand.

Black spots soon started appearing in front of me blocking my vision and I stopped for a moment or two before he bit my hand.

Oh no he didn't do that.

Thwack

"Ah! Stop it, you cat lady."

"Nope. I won't be stopping till there's a dent in your damn head, you blithering idiot," I said exasperated.

I rolled off his back and settled on the bed, hand on my stomach. "You shouldn't be manhandling me, young lady"

"I'm the older one, so whatever I say goes," I said looking around our room.

"By what? Five minutes?" he asked resting his head on his palm.
He looked intently at me as if trying to figure out something.

"What?" I scoffed.

He let out a huge breath and rolled onto his back like placing his injured hand onto his stomach.

"Don't you want to know what happened at camp?" he asked staring at the ceiling above with narrowed eyes. He tilted his head as if asking me to start talking.

"Why? What happened?"

"You were found unconscious in the camp medical room, sleeping on the bed with a yellow stick note on a table beside. The note had your name and the type of camp you were enrolled in. You know the weird thing is that when the director asked who brought you back to the medical office, no one responded. It was as if you teleported yourself there," he said as if he's interrogating me. Frown lines appeared on his forehead as he looked completely serious.

I remained quiet recalling my memories. I was standing on the cliff talking to Augustus and then I had a panic attack. The thumping dull pain in my head seemed to be screaming of something. There must be a reason why he left me there, all alone.

"Zoelle, I've got something to ask you. Did anything happen to you? Are you alright? Did anyone "he left the question hanging around the silent room. The only sound was of the wind chimes moving around making a tinkling sound.

"Nothing happened to be honest. I was actually up there with a friend, Augustus and we spoke for a while and when we were getting down, you know about my fear of climbing down, right?" He nodded still looking wary.

"So I slipped on a rock and was about to tumble down the cliff but he was quick to catch. It all happened so suddenly that it probably might have triggered a panic attack. Basically, I couldn't take full breaths. They were all incomplete and well I don't remember from there", I stated wincing as the dull pain started increasing.

"Why don't you sleep for a while? I'll go talk to mom and dad. Mom went on some investigation and dad is at work. We have the house to ourselves, so just go to sleep for now because you will be bombarded with questions," he said chuckling.

"Speaking from experience, aren't we?"I shouted to his retreating form. He just shook his head, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Why did Augustus, leave me in the medical room all alone with just a stick note. Why didn't he stay? I mean that's the least you could do for your friend, "I wondered aloud before I was hit with a yellow tube right on my forehead.

"Hey, "I shouted picking up the tube.

"Apply it to your feet before dozing off. You got a few scrapes on your left foot and I'm sorry but I had to discard your boots. They were torn. About whatever you were thinking, you should be careful when making friends. Pick those with whom you can trust your life with not coward ones like him who leave when you're in need."

He left without waiting for a reply and I didn't want to give one, because I felt betrayed. I started applying the ointment pondering upon a million questions.

The carpet was soft beneath my bare feet as I pulled myself up walking out of the room to see Zander sitting on one of the barstools texting someone.

"Zandy, "my whisper was small. I contemplated if he could hear it but he turned to my call.

I couldn't help but think even if it was for the smallest of things, he would be there for me as I've been for the past seventeen years.

"Do you have my phone?", I asked staring at his eyes.

"Yeah, here," he said as he fished out my phone from his pocket.
Taking it wordlessly from him I sauntered back to my room before plopping down on my bed.

I switched it back on, and there were texts from my school friends and camp friends. Solar sent a total of nineteen messages which were just exaggerated "hellos" and "wtf's". As if trying to emphasis the importance in her messages she'd occasionally switch to caps.

Swiftly replying to hers, I exited the chat room to avoid her bombardment of questions. It was too early in the morning for me to deal with them and the other messages. I do understand that I shouldn't be notification-seen zone them but-

Piss off morals.

As I scrolled through my messages, reading over the names, there was a message from an unknown number. The message read,

I hope you are well.

Hello there,
Thanks for reading this chapter.
What do you think about Zander Lunette?
Comment below.
I will probably ask my brother to read this chap-
Never-mind,
my introvert soul
would not survive if he reads it.