Back At The House

I stayed out with Morgan longer than I had planned. It's one o'clock in the morning and I'm trying to sneak into the house. I carefully unlocked the front door and turned around to shut it and lock it. When I turned back around, I came face to face with Jordaan.

"What are you still doing here?" I whispered before trying to go upstairs.

"I laid in your bed and pretended to be you. But why do you have two pair of the same heels though?" she asked while I rolled my eyes.

"Move Jordaan pleasee. I don't wanna get caught," I said slowly trying to walk around her.

"No sis. Did you not see me nod my head? Go stand by the kitchen and listen."

As skeptical as I was, I went to the door and stood off to the side. I didn't know who was in there but all the voices were whisper-yelling.

"I only told her how we weren't in a relationship. She deserves to know everything. She's coming up in the age where she's gonna wanna know allll these answers. Stop putting her off because if she comes to me about it again. I'm giving her to the truth. Flat out," I heard my daddy say.

"Jordan, you're selfish. How was I supposed to know you had a girlfriend huh?" My momma asked, sounding as if she was gonna cry.

"Nicole, don't fucking start crying. I didn't tell you I had a girlfriend, I told you I had a wife and you still pursued me. What drunken man is gonna say no to free pussy? Me and you was a mistake. Our twins? They weren't planned but I love them like they are. Demyya's gonna hate me before she hates you. You wouldn't even let me have her. You gave Jordaan to me and Danielle and told me to leave you alone. I fought for Demyya. I FOUGHT FOR HER!" he yelled slamming his fist down on something.

I didn't know I was crying until Damien handed me a tissue. I looked up and Jurnee, Damien and Jordaan were staring at me. My momma lied to me all these years. Because of her being selfish, I didn't know my dad. I was raped by a man she loved because she was selfish. All the hurt I had built up, was slowly coming out in tears.

"Jordan calm down, the kids are here," Ms. April said quietly.

"Just come clean to her Deanna. If she hates me, I'll be fine with that. As long as she doesn't hate you right? She just needs you right?" I heard my daddy boots as he walked away but then they stopped. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would pop out of my chest.

"Deanna? Do you know she told me she hated me before she actually got to know me? She told me I wasn't there for her school dances. She even told me she was raped by a nigga you was married to. Tell me why don't she deserve to know the truth? Huh? They'll be seventeen in two weeks and before then she better know. Or I'm telling her myself."

I looked at Jordaan who pushed me closer to the door. "Go," she whispered and pushed me closer.

I stepped into the kitchen to see Ms. April, Deanna, and my daddy. They all stared at me like they saw a deer in the headlights. I swallowed the lump in my throat and hoped and prayed I didn't cry right now.

"There's no need for you to tell me anything. I know everything now. You lied to me for years. You forced me to live in the fucked up life we had because of your own selfish reasons. I got raped, penetrated, abused; physically, sexually, mentally and emotionally. And you ain't have the audacity to even tell me I had a real father out there that wanted me?" I shook my head as tears threatened to fall. "Jordaan my twin or not?"

My momma just sat there looking up at me. Usually, when I see her cry, I go into protective daughter mode. But today, she deserves to cry. She allowed me to suffer for years. When things turned sour for her with Michael, she could've sent me to stay with my daddy but she didn't.

"Tell me now!" I yelled stepping to her face. Before today, I would've never yelled at my momma let alone get in her face in any disrespect.

"Yes, Demyya. Jordaan is your twin sister. Identical twins born June third nineteen ninety-nine. Demyya Jordaan Thomas born at one-eighteen in the morning, weighed seven pounds six ounces. Jordaan Demyya Thomas was born at one-twenty weighing six pounds and seven ounces," she stopped and wiped her tears.

Jordaan stepped into the kitchen and hugged me. "I thought my birthday was June sixth? Daddy you lied to me too?" she cried out.

"No sis. Don't cry. He lied to you to protect this sorry excuse of a mother. He told you the truth about everything except you and me being twins. At least you knew of me. You knew you had a sister. I didn't," I stormed off because I didn't wanna cry anymore. "Where did you meet my daddy? Was it at the strip club you've been working in for 17 years? Yea, I forgot to mention I knew that."

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I was laid in Jordaan's bed while I watched Meet The Browns. My mind was all over the place and this helped ease the pain of betrayal away. I silently cried to myself as Jordaan slept next to me. My phone vibrated causing me to look down at it.

Rai 💔: Sorry bout earlier, text me back please. 3:20 am

Rai 💔: So u just gon walk away from me and go 2 dat nigga house? No need to explain yourself. I knew i couldn't turn a hoe into a girlfriend 5:25 pm

I never even read that message from yesterday. I knew he had texted when he drove passed me but I got so caught up into Morgan and then my momma.

Morgan: You know this was a mistake right? We shouldn't have done that. Now i'm deeper in love with you. and I know you'll never choose me over Raishaun. I love you goodnight. 1:32 am

I read that message for the one-hundredth time. Why do I keep putting myself in these bad situations? I felt the urge to throw up and ran to the bathroom connected to Jordaan's room. The bitter taste of puke exited my mouth dropping into the toilet. "Ughh," I sighed spitting out the thick saliva that comes after puke.

I grabbed my toothbrush and a face towel before brushing my teeth and washing my face. I stared at myself in the mirror and saw how drained I looked. I looked in my toiletry bag and pulled out the pregnancy test I bought on my way to my dad's house.

"Want my help?" Jordaan asked standing at the bathroom door. I was in denial at first but we were indeed identical. The thought of having a twin sister in the world for 16 years and not knowing it, hurt me. I felt the warm tears fall from my eyes. "You can take it later. Let's go lay down," Jordaan said pulling my arm towards her.

"No sus. It's now or never," I sniffed. I opened the box and read the instructions. I prayed to God I wasn't pregnant because I wouldn't even know who my baby daddy would be.

Ten minutes after peeing on the stick, I stood over the sink staring at the test. "You hungry?" Jordaan asked, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Just because I'm pregnant don't mean I'm hungry. We just ate," I laughed pointing to the pizza box that was on the dresser.

"Well maybe I'm pregnant too, cuz I'm hungry and I been throwing up. And I been fucking," she laughed sticking out her tongue. She did a mini twerk before getting cut off by Damien.

"Why are y'all up like it's not 2:30 am?" he asked looking between the two of us. "I thought I'd never say this but who is who?" I looked at Jordaan as she looked at me. She had her dreads longer than me but I liked hers and got mine done. We had the same hair color and almost the same length. Our dimples where almost the same and we stood shoulder to shoulder.

"Wow. I lived with Jordaan for ten years and can't even tell you apart from Demyya." He looked puzzled staring between the two of us like we had two heads.

"You're Jordaan," he pointed to Jordaan. "and you're Myya. Am I right?" he asked as we made our way to the room. I sat on the bed and Jordaan stood in Damien's face.

"How could you not know us apart?" Jordaan asked.

"Man y'all even sound alike. Okay, ima leave y'all alone cuz ion even know who I'm talking to," he said taking another look between us and backing out of the room.

"Do we really look that much alike?" Jordaan asked plopping down on the bed. We stared at each other for a long time and bust out laughing.

"Let's take a picture. Man, this is crazy. I knew we looked alike but now that I know we're twins it's like we really look alike," Jordaan said pulling out her android.

"Oh, no baby. iPhone pictures only," I laughed grabbing my phone off the charger. I haven't seen or heard from Jermaine since the school let out for the summer. I feel like I stole this phone from him but he disrespected me and gave me Chlamydia.

"Okay, you ready?" I asked

We snapped a few pictures and posted them on social media. "Awww I'm so excited that we've finally met and getting to know each other. And now ima have my own blood-related niece or nephew," Jordaan said getting comfy in bed next to me. I pulled the cover up to my neck and laid down as well.

"I'm baffledddd," I laughed remembering this boy named Marko saying it at school.

"Goodnight sis," Jordaan said closing her eyes.

"No Goodnight twin," I said drifting off into a deep slumber.