Fingerprints of Betrayal
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These nightmares that started two years ago, after my dad died. I kept picturing him in my dream, different horrible ways that he could have died and then saw his crumbled, broken, bruised body.
But, of course that’s just my imagination. From what I was told. He was a fire fighter and died while doing his duty, saving people from a train wreck that was in a tunnel and never came back out. He got trapped and then eventually the ceiling of the tunnel collapsed onto him and three other fire fighters and even some passengers he was trying to save, none of them survived.
I shake my head again as I hold the blanket around me tighter and open my bedroom door quietly and pad along the dark corridor to the door next door.
The only person I know that helps me to get back to sleep after I get these nightmares. The person who I feel really understands.
My twin.
I open his door a crack and quietly slip in closing it behind me and I’m now surrounded by darkness and I blink adjusting my eyes to it and see the lump in the double bed across the room and hear his soft breathing.
I tip toe across his room to the bed to see my twin sound asleep.
I kind of feel bad that I’m doing this, and haven’t done for about half a year but I know it will help me get back to sleep and have no more bad dreams.
I pull up the bed covers and slip under them with my blanket tightly around myself and wiggle further under curling my knees up into a ball.
“Lexi?” I hear him mumble groggily and in response I nod slightly.
He doesn’t say or do anything for a moment. Probably thinking what the hell I’m doing. But then realises as he sighs and strokes my hair soothingly, like he used to when we were little, then turns on his side facing me and squeezes my hand gently as I feel my body drifting back into sleep.
And the only thought I have is that, I wish my dad was still here.
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Urgh! I hate this stupid skirt!
I glare at the stupid piece of fabric that might as well be considered a bloody belt at how short it looks on my legs! I hate skirts! No. I hate anything short!
And to make matters worse, they don’t do trousers for girls! Like what the hell. Surely that’s sexist or something.
I groan as I tug down the dark green/blue chequered skirt, making it come to a little below my thighs, it’s still too short though for my liking.
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Fingerprints of Betrayal
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1 glare at it again in the mirror and yank my bag up from the floor and walking out my room mentally wishing somehow they would mysteriously grow into trousers.
Our old school was great. We didn’t have uniforms and could wear whatever we wanted. So me being me, worse jeans all the time pretty much. So now wearing a skirt is something I really do not appreciate.
I shake that annoyed thought away as I tug on the big black zip uo hoodie, that just so happens to belong to a certain older brother.
I walk down the stairs and a sly smirk creeps up onto my face as I recall what I did as pay back to my brothers.
Haha they are sure going to get a shock! And it’s all thanks to me and Seth as the lovely twin he is helped me out on my revenge and he didn’t have any part of the incident yesterday.
It‘ earlier than usual that I am up as we woke up earlier in order to do what was needed, so as I walk into the kitchen, it’s only Seth and mom down here and I smirk at Seth.
I smile at mom as I take a seat at the table opposite Seth and the smirk returns as I grab a piece of toast, I can’t wait to see their faces, or hear them!
I take a bite of the toast and glance at the clock, only a few more minutes.
I laugh internally at what we’ve done. It’s mostly just childish pranks, but with twists.
The poor sods that are the victims are Chris, Evan and the two twins Joe and Jack. Yeah I know, not many but those were the ones who have planned the whole thing.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and the usual arguing and bickering from our younger siblings and smirk awaiting to hear the swearing from the older ones.
As if on cue, a yell comes from upstairs, followed by a string of swear words.
“LEXI!” Chris yells angrily from up the stairs and I splutter on my laughter.
I head his thudding footsteps coming down the stairs and glance to the kitchen door to see him storming through, fuming, narrowing his eyes onto me ..oh and covered in a tinge of purple.
I might have but kool aid in the shower, knowing he was going to take one, like he always does, and it’s kind of stained him. Oh but the worse part for him is that he absolutely hates the colour purple and can’t stand it. I have no idea why he does though, he’s strange.
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Chapter 34
Chapter 34
