Chapter 8 - Reese

I’m not sure how long I’d been in my bed crying after my mother left my apartment. My mother hasn’t always been what you’d call a sweet and encouraging woman. And yes, in my life, she’s said or done hurtful things on multiple occasions. And I forgive her because she is my mother at the end of the day. But her threats today were too much.

I sniffled as I heard my front door opening. White hot rage burned the tears away at the thought that bitch had dared to return. What more could she have to say? What other ways could she find to hurt me? She’s already threatened me. Has she come to hurl insults at me as she so quickly did Don and my cousins?

I stormed out of my bedroom, ready to get my mother a good cussing out, only for all my anger to fizzle at the sight of my twin brother looking sheepish. His expression, however, changed as if he so easily read me. Of course, he can read me. We’re twins. We share a bond only someone who has a twin or more can understand.

“What happened? You’re