Ruby Swan: Twins with Trouble.

Chapter Three: We're Getting Out of Here.

Hey Dad. It's me, Rue. Mom lost it last night when she found out I took Bella for a haircut with me.. And she did this. It's bad this time, as you can most likely see. Unless you need glasses, ya old man. Kidding, I'm kidding. I'm so tired of her doing this stuff. I can't take it anymore. If the offer still stands, I want to take you up on your offer. Can I come up there and live with you? Mom is getting worse and it's really scaring me. I have no idea what she may do next. I'm scared. I love you Dad, and I hope you are having a good day. Stay safe out there!

I looked over the message and kept changing things until I got what I wanted to say down on the chat box. I was satisfied with it. I still bit my lip nervously. What if he said no? That he doesn't have time anymore or something like that? I was so tired of my mother. I don't think I could bear it much longer. Finally I pressed send and put my phone down, letting out a soft breath.

I looked up in the mirror and smiled as I saw my hair. I love this so much. I actually looked like me. It was so much lighter and I felt free. I went to the closet and started getting dressed, deciding to ditch the jacket when I remembered the hot sun. I put on some lightly red colored chapstick, popping my lips. I loved that sound. I felt the soft, but spiky fuzz of the shaved part of my head, and giggled at the odd feeling. It was a dream come true to finally have this haircut. I looked across the room at my shelf. Grabbing my sketch pad, I sat down on my bed. I had a lot of inspiration from my dreams last night, and I was itching to draw the mystery man.

I saved the eyes for last. I heard once that the eyes were the windows to the soul. I desperately wanted to crawl through that window of it meant I got to see the mystery man. I smiled as I was able to correctly draw his features. I loved to draw. It was my own little escape. A perfect paradise I could shape to my liking. And no one could tell me I was wrong. I got up and put my phone in my pocket, remembering that I had left it on the dresser.

Turning the page I started drawing the house on the top of the page, trying my best to remember every detail I could. On the bottom of the page, I drew the far away figures that were also in the dream. Looking up again, I checked the clock. It read in bright neon numbers 6:00 am. Everyone should still be asleep. I could wake up Bella and make her breakfast.

Smiling, I put my sketchbook away and tiptoed across the hall to my sister's room. The door let out a soft creak as I opened it, causing me to cringe. Glancing around, I saw that my mothers and Phil's bedroom door was still closed, heavy snoring to be heard from the other side. Thank god. I made my way into my sister room, and looked at her sleeping form. Her hair was a rat's nest and she had drool covering her pillow from her mouth. I snickered, covering my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing and brought out my phone. This is gold! I quickly snapped a picture before putting my phone away again, and quietly walked to her bed. She was fast asleep under her grey covers.

I gently shook her shoulders, whispering to her. " Bella, Bella, wake up. I'm going to make food. Eggs, bacon, and French toast. If you don't wake up I'm going to eat it all without you! " I softly exclaimed into her ear. I giggled as she groaned but eventually shot up at the mention of food, and the threat of not getting it.

" Nnn, food? " My twin asked, eyes barely open. I let out a soft laugh.

" Yes Bella, food. Come on. Get your booty out of bed." I told her.

Suddenly, I heard her gasp. We seemed to be doing that a lot lately. I guess she just saw my massive bruise bruise that was decorating my face. Oops... I forgot to cover it up with make up. Oh well, I don't feel like baking my face today anyway. I hated the feeling of concealer on my face. It just felt too odd to me.