Arielle

A reunion and a unique connection.

Yeah. Okay.

I nodded.

He came closer.

"Wait!!"

He looked at me confused.

"Don't mess up my ice cream."

"I'll buy you another if I do."

I gave him a cheeky grin and hugged him.

My face reached only up to his chest.

He is so tall.

He hugged me back.

He smelled good. And I felt safe in his arms.

I wanted to stay like this forever.

That's when I remembered he didn't have a name.

"Whash sho bame?" That's how it came out on his chest.

He chuckled and said, "What?"

I glared at him.

"What are you doing with your face? It looks cute." He said smiling.

"I am glaring at you, you meanie."

I said and punched his stomach with all my strength.

CRACK!!

Punching him is not a good idea because the next second I was jumping around holding my hand to my chest.

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

"Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck." That's him.

Yeah. The boy who is the cause for my now bruised knuckles.

I looked at my hand to see there was blood on my knuckles. It hurts.

Oh bloody brother!

Huh?

I got a bruised knuckle by punching his stomach, while he didn't even flinch.

"My twinny!!!" Adrian came running towards me and carried me bridal style.

"We are going to the hospital." He said to his dad. More like announced.

The hospital? For a bruised knuckle? They must be loaded.

"No we are not. My hand is a bit hurt which will be cured by keeping some ice. And my legs are perfectly fine. So, you can put me down, dear photocopy of mine."
I said.

"Oh no, dear sister of mine, I'm not putting you down, honey. I have wanted to carry you ever since I knew I had a baby sister AND you will not take that opportunity away from me."

He knew he had a sister.

They knew.

And they left me.

If my hand doesn't hurt now, my heart sure does.

I can't cry.

Not now.

I have to be strong.

NO!!

A tear fell down my left eye.

I hate being emotional.

In minutes I was full on sobbing into my twin's T-shirt.

They knew.

They left me because they didn't want me.

I was so dumb to think my family cared about me.

Dumber, to think they had a reason to leave me.