Broken

Chapter 5

Sebastian’s POV

I got inside my house and slammed the door shut.

I wanted to call her name, but I couldn’t speak no matter how fucking hard I tried.

I threw my backpack on the floor and started walking upstairs. I needed to know what happened. I needed to know if she was okay.

My phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when I saw who was calling me.

“What?” I asked angrily as soon as I picked up.

“Where are you, Sebastian?” Amelia’s high-pitched voice almost broke my eardrum. “I wanted to go home with you.”

Fuck no. I needed a break from her.

“Not today, Amelia,” I said, clenching my fists. “I will see you tomorrow at school.”

“What?!” she screamed and I had to move the phone from my ear. “Why?! Where are you?!”

“I am home,” I said, tightening my jaw. “I have a headache and I need to rest.”

She was silent for a moment.

“Is this about that whore?” she asked and my vision blackened. “Don’t tell me that you are worried about her. She doesn’t deserve it, Sebastian. Not after what she did to you. She humiliated you. Why the fuck do you care about her?”

I gritted my teeth so fucking hard that I almost broke one of them.

“I will see you tomorrow, Amelia,” I said as I hung up.

I couldn’t fucking listen to her talk anymore. I couldn’t listen to her talk shit about my twin. I didn’t want to be reminded of what she did. I didn’t need to be fucking reminded. I had the image of it in my head every damn day.

But she was my twin. Maybe I was so fucking angry at her and maybe I didn’t want anything to do with her anymore, but I loved her more than anything else in this world. I didn’t want her to get hurt. I needed to make sure that she was okay.

I needed to know if she was pregnant. I needed to know so we could deal with it.

I finally walked to her room. I took a deep breath and twisted the doorknob. I peered inside and saw her sleeping on her bed.

I stepped inside her room and closed the door behind me. I knew that she wouldn’t wake up. She was a heavy sleeper and I had practice. I came into her room almost every night for the past four months.

I missed her. Maybe I didn’t want anything to do with her, but I missed her. I missed my twin.

I wanted to approach her and check on her, but I really fucking needed to find something that would tell me if she was pregnant.

Pregnancy test. Bathroom.

I started walking toward her adjacent bathroom. I opened the door and turned the light on. I stepped inside and left the door open so I could hear if she woke up.

I started looking around, trying to find a box or whatever the fuck those things came in. I couldn’t find shit.

I sighed and looked at the trash can. I really hoped that I would avoid looking in there, but I guess I had no other choice. I opened the trash can and all I saw were some wipes. No boxes, no wraps, no pregnancy tests.

I sighed in relief.

But that didn’t exactly mean that she wasn’t pregnant. She could have done the test somewhere else. Probably in school.

“Fuck,” I mumbled as I closed the trash can.

I looked around one more time, but I couldn’t see anything. I clenched my fists and walked out of her bathroom.

I wanted to rush out of the room, but I couldn’t leave without checking on her.

Maybe she had a fever and she was just sick. Maybe Amelia was just talking shit when she mentioned the pregnancy.

I tightened my jaw and approached the bed. I kneeled next to her and placed my hand on her forehead. She wasn’t warm.

My eyes fell on a red mark on her neck. What the fuck was that?

I tried to take a better look, but she sighed and turned her head toward me. My heart stopped. I was expecting her to open her eyes, but she didn’t. She stilled completely.

I took a deep breath and released it slowly. I studied her face for a few moments.

“Why did you do it, Rory?” I mumbled quietly. “Why? I tried so hard to protect you. I did everything to make sure that you were safe. I did everything to make sure that none of those men came close to you.”

I stopped talking because my voice broke.

“I even kept Rhys from you even though I know how much he loves you,” I continued after a few moments of silence.

I reached out and caressed her cheek.

“I miss you,” I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. “I miss the old you, Rory. I miss who you were before all that shit.”

I leaned in and kissed her forehead.

“I love you,” I mumbled. “I love you more than anything else in this world.”

I did love her.

But I couldn't forgive her.

I caressed her cheek one more time before I stood up and rushed out of her room. I needed to get the fuck out of there before I broke.

I rushed downstairs just as someone rang the doorbell. I rolled my eyes. I would lose my shit if it was Amelia.

“What the fuck do you…”, I started asking as I opened the door.

I stopped when I realized it wasn’t Amelia. It was Rhys.

He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.

“What the fuck are you doing home?” he asked as he pushed past me to get inside. “Where is Aurora?”

“I don’t know,” I lied as I closed the door. “Feel free to find her.”

Rhys clenched his fists.

“Why the fuck aren’t you at football practice?” Rhys asked angrily.

“I could ask you the same fucking thing,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

Rhys’ jaw clenched. “Is Amelia here as well? Did you two fuckers come here to hurt Aurora?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. What the fuck was he talking about?

“I swear to every fucking deity, I will kill you both if you hurt her,” Rhys said as he took a step closer to me. “I don’t give a shit what happens to me. I won’t let you hurt her. She is the most pure thing in this world and I am not letting anything happen to her.”

I saw fucking red. Did he just insinuate that I would fucking hurt my own twin?! Did he really think that I would fucking do that?!

I hated how protective he was. I hated how fucking naive he was. I hated how he only saw a pure, kind soul, but I knew who she really was.

“She isn’t pure,” I said angrily as I took a step closer to him. “She is quite the opposite. You would know if you saw what I did.”

Rhys furrowed his eyebrows and studied my face for a few moments.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” he exclaimed angrily.

I clenched my fists. The guys were right. It was time for him to watch the video.