I Left With My Twins

Waking up to find you've slept with your sworn enemy-what do you do?

Kevin Kirby and I had never gotten along. He was my best friend's older brother, and he had always had it out for me, constantly watching for chances to pick on me.

But I was born with a rebellious streak. Just because he was a few years older than me didn't mean I would lower my head and admit fault.

We had mocked and insulted each other for years. When things got bad, I even used to jump on his back and hit him with all I had.

We were at each other's throats, but somehow we still ended up doing something that never should have happened.

When I woke up, I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth to keep myself from making a sound. I carefully lifted the blanket, slipped out of bed, picked up the clothes scattered across the floor, threw them on without thinking, and bolted for the door without looking back.

But just as I passed the bed, a hand grabbed me hard.

I struggled, trying to break free from Kevin's grip.

But his large hand came up and wrapped around my neck. In one smooth motion, he yanked me back onto the bed like it took no effort at all.

I landed hard, dizzy from the impact. When I looked up, I saw fury burning in his deep eyes. His face, already cold as ice on a normal day, now looked absolutely terrifying.

"What the hell did you do to me last night?" he demanded.

"What are you so mad about? I'm the one who should be angry! I lost my virginity last night, and it was with you! If anyone should be mad, it's me!" I shot back.

I was furious. My own family had knocked me out, and I had ended up sleeping with the man I hated most. If anyone had the right to be pissed, it was me.

"You ruined my clothes too! And you still have the nerve to be angry at me? I haven't even made you pay for that yet!"

After I said that, Kevin's jaw tightened brows knitting, and his dark eyes burned with the fury like a predator ready to strike.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I shoved him with all my strength, and leapt off the bed, bolting for the door without a second thought.

"Sarah!"

I heard Kevin yell my name, but I turned around, made a face at him, and snapped, "What are you looking at? Your skills were garbage. I wasn't impressed. I never want to see you again!"

Once I escaped his room, I lowered my head and looked at my phone, heart aching as memories of last night rushed back.

The one who had knocked me out was my father, my family, the people I had trusted most.

They were planning to sell me off, weren't they? I never imagined them would be like this.

A cold laugh slipped from my lips. As I left the hotel, my phone rang.

"Sarah, where are you? Come home, quick. Dad's really angry right now. He said he's going to kick you out of the house! You need to come back and apologize to him!"

It was Katie Wilson, my half-sister, on the line. She had always seemed to glow like some kind of angel, polite and kind to everyone since we were kids.

I used to think I had a good family, full of kind and loving people. Even though Katie and I were only half-sisters, she had always seemed like the one who cared about me the most.

But now? I didn't think that anymore. My entire family wore masks. Every bit of kindness they had shown me had been fake.

A sad smile tugged at my lips. "Alright, I'm coming home now."

"Okay, hurry! Dad's already really mad. If you're any later, he'll be even worse!" she replied.

My mother had passed away shortly after I was born, and less than a year later, Chloe Green moved into my home.

At the time, my father, Vance Wilson told everyone Chloe was his ex-wife. He said he couldn't bear to see his ex and their daughter suffer out in the world and wanted to take responsibility.

Back then, nobody questioned it. And nobody cared about a baby who had just lost her mother.

Later, someone claimed that my presence was bad luck for the Wilson family, and they decided I couldn't stay.

From as early as I could remember, I had been living in boarding school. I came home only twice a year-once in the summer and once in the winter-and each time, I stayed for only a week.

Even during those short visits, I didn't spend much time with my family.

Most of my time had been spent with Sophia Kirby and the others.

I had never truly belonged in that home. I had never really known them. So I had never seen who they really were.

My car rolled to a stop outside the Wilson family's villa. I stepped out, heart heavy and thoughts jumbled. As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw Andrew Wilson leaning against a white pillar by the door, a cigarette between his fingers and a sour expression on his face.

I pretended not to see him and walked straight inside.

Apparently not used to being ignored, Andrew crushed the cigarette under his shoe and barked from behind me, "Sarah! When did you get so rude? Stayed out all night and now you think you're some kind of hotshot?"