point in my childhood that my mother wasn’t worth the trouble and we were in his way to achieving greatness. He, therefore, decided to be an itinerant preacher of some sort. Last I heard, he lived in a trailer from the eighties with my Southern grandmamma. Real fucking catch.
“They were.” She is still looking down. “Are. After I ran away, I managed to find them in Mississippi. I called and called until he picked up, then I hitchhiked there.”
“To Mississippi?”
She nods.
She is timid, shy, and doesn’t look me in the eye. My real twin sister from four years ago would eat her for breakfast.
“Why don’t we talk about it over a cup of tea?” Melody claps her hands, channeling her inner Queen Elizabeth. I don’t want tea. I want to know everything. And I want to know why Via didn’t pick up the phone to call me in four years.
“Why didn’t you call?”
“Father said I couldn’t.” Father.
“You could have written. You knew my address.”
“He said he’d throw me out if I made any attempt to reach out to you. I didn’t have anywhere else to go. I couldn’t go back to living with Rhett. I couldn’t risk you writing me back. Please, Penn.” She touches my arm, and I pull back instinctively. Bailey stands up from behind her and hugs my sister’s shoulder. My sister turns around and sinks into Bailey’s embrace. I’m so focused on what’s happening, I barely register Melody yelping Daria’s name and running after her up the stairs.
Daria bailed.
I don’t even blame her.
I would probably kill my mom if she had pulled shit like that.
Lucky for me, she’s already dead.
FUCK. TEA.
I put a hole in Mel’s perfect wall, and now I’m dragging my twin sister by the arm. I fling her into my bedroom and slam the door. She’s hysterical, shaking all over, and her eyes as wide as saucers. I don’t care. I feel too much and nothing all at the same time. Everything I turned off four years ago is back in full swing, and I’m dealing with a grave issue—believing Via was dead was heartbreaking but comforting. Knowing she was alive and ignoring my existence, however, is pure hell.
“So you lived in their trailer?” I ask, no mingling to warm up the conversation.
She nods.
“Where’d y’all sleep?”
“Father took the mini bedroom. Grandmamma and I shared a mattress in the back room.”
I see he is still a selfish asshole. At least one person in my family hasn’t changed.
“School?” I jerk my chin toward her. She shakes her head.
“Technically, I was homeschooled, but…” She worries her lip, clearing her throat. “I have a lot to catch up on.”
“We’ll give you all the tutoring you need!” Melody cries from behind my door. Motherfucker.
“Ma’am!” I punch the door with my fist. “A fucking moment and some chill would be nice right about now.”
“Yes. I’m sorry. I’m leaving now…oh, and no cussing!” she barks, and I hear murmuring between her and Jaime. Jaime, who looked pissed off on the couch, didn’t even have time to register what Daria and I looked like when we entered the living room.
“I missed y—” Via starts, but I cut her off.
“Where are you going to sleep?”
“Mel is giving me the room next to the studio in the basement. It’s already furnished as a guest room.”
“Nice.”
Like a puppy kicked in the ribs, she curls on the edge of my bed with her hands on her lap. I’m guessing the past four years were very sheltered for her. I put my hands on my waist, and the scent of Daria is everywhere. On my skin and clothes and fingers and inside my mouth.
“You still cut holes in your shirts?” A small, sad smile that tells me she is not sure who I am, either, tugs at her lips.
I hitch one shoulder up. She knows the score. Knows when the hole will finally close.
“There’s not one thing about you that I recognize,” I tell her frankly.
“I’m still the same Via.”
“My Via wouldn’t leave me.”
“Your Via didn’t have a choice.”
“There’s always a fucking choice.” I smash my fist against the wall. Again.
Via jumps back. She knows this conversation is going in ways she doesn’t want it to go, so she stands up and plasters her hands over my chest.
“I’m here now. I know I’ve been the worst sister the past few years, but the beauty of our situation is that we don’t have a choice. We have to be there for one another because neither of us