The other one

Right and Wrong

𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘵

Age 8

Rose pov 🌹

I laid on the hard mattress while staring at the ceiling.
I wish I had a real bed.
Especially today.

Today I had gotten the worst beating in a while.
My whole body ached.
Will Mia let me sleep with her in her soft bed just for tonight.
I wondered.

When we were as small as the neighbour's kid she would sometimes let me sleep in her bed.
One day mom walked in and saw us cuddling.
We were six.

She dragged me back to my room and beat me.
Then she went back Mia's room.
She locked the door and came out an hour later.
Mia never even let me enter her room again.

If I ask nicely maybe she will let me.
It has been two whole years maybe she forgot.
That's a loong loong time.
Our teacher taught us about time yesterday.
From one second to one year.
So maybe now she will let me.
I groaned as I got up.
I took slow steps because it hurts.
What was the word.....
Ribs.
My ribs hurt.
Mom kicked me there today.

As I entered the hallway I heard a noise from Mia's room.
It was weird.
Then I heard Mia's voice.
It was like a pained groan.
I got scared.
Has someone broken into the house.
Is the bad man hurting her.

I slowly went near her door.
It was slightly open.
I looked in from the crack.

"Come on have some more of your special tea. "

I saw dad telling before he made her drink something.
She looks very sleepy with her eyes half closed.

Then dad put the glass on the side tabel. His hand went under the covers.
What is he doing.
Petting her tummy.

"You are so beautiful little girl. Not like that Rose with all those ugly scars. Now be a good girl and go to sleep so I can start. "
My eyes filled with tears hearing that.
And here I thought a thief was hurting her.

I can't see with them both under the covers but his hand seems to be much lower than the tummy.
Mia's face screwed up like in pain.
But then it relaxed and she fell asleep. Looks like the tea put her to sleep.
I felt something ugly building in my chest.
I scowled and quickly went away.

Of course she never called me back. Mom beat me up that day.
But maybe she told her that if she needs a cuddle buddy she can have dad.

Just an hour ago mom and dad were kicking me.
Dad kicked my tummy so hard it still hurts.
There is a big ugly mark there.
He called me an ugly bitch then.

But he was patting her tummy and putting her to sleep just now.
Why do they hate me and love her.

Am I really that bad.

Mia age 8

It's been a few months since we started playing this game daily.
I don't like it.
It hurts.
But if I refuse it hurts more.
I laid there quietly waiting for the droopy feeling that comes after drinking that yucky tea.
It makes everything bearable.

Dad was saying all the usual things. Praising me and complaining about Rose's scars.
He doesn't like them but he put them there.
Adults confuse me.

That's when I saw her through half closed eyes.
She was standing there looking in.
I felt hope built in my chest.
I wanted to call her for help.
But then I remembered that she can't.
So many times I wanted to help her but couldn't because then I will also get punishment.
Not beatings like her but no food and other things.
What if she also has to play then.

But dad said he would not play with her because he doesn't like to fuck that ugly scarred body.
I don't know what that means but I know it means he would not play with her like me.
She can help me.

But then I saw that angry scowl on her face before she left.
Why would she do that.
Is she taking revenge.
I didn't want to ignore her beatings.
I had to.
But she looked the other way just like me.
She won't get the tea if she helps me then why.
Was mom right.
When I was the week one she didn't help. She is exactly like mom said.
I hate her.
I passed out.

AN

Ok guys help me.

Choose one option.

Do you want to make all the misunderstandings between the twins go away.

Or not yet. Let's drag it a bit more.

Please answer as the majority will decide the story.

I can't right further if you don't comment.

So comment, vote.

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