The other one

The win

Rose pov 🌹

"You two are doing good. Rose focus. We are winning but you aren't on your best today "
The coach said as he sent us back in the court.
He is right.
I am distracted.
But I am more shocked with myself than distracted.
The thing is me and Mia were selected for this game we are playing against another school.

But now that she is gone they gave me another partener.
Guess who.
The bitch that had took one look at them the first day and said it was an easy win.

She was proving to be a problem.
After that day she had started hating us because we defeated her.

But this pairing is not what shocked me. I already knew they would choose her, she was the best after us.
It's the fact that I am missing my twin.
I had always thought that I would really enjoy once she left.

But I am missing the silent communication and bonding we had on the badminton court fuelled by a common motif.
Winning.

She is a bitch but she had mostly kept her promise.
She had left me mostly alone after that match.
If it wasn't for that one incident with my allergies I would have thought she had truly changed.

But again I am restless since she left.
It was something about her eyes.
The way she begged me for telling them the truth.
Witch I did that night.

After the shock had worn of I went to dad and our brothers and told them that we were telling the truth.
She never harmed me like mom and our step dad.
I told them about all the petty stuff they asked her to do and all that she did herself along with the verbal abuse.

Dad said even if that's the case we can't deny the fact that she did participate in some way.
And the allergy stunt could be fatal to me.
Maybe it wasn't her intention.
She didn't measure the amount right but it still could have turned ugly.

And then on confronting her she attacked me.
That's where I am confused.
Because in that moment I had also thought the same.
I had gone back to the time when mom used to beat me.

It didn't help that she was an exact copy of her.
But later I had realised.
She wasn't attacking.
She desperately wanted to say something.
Which she couldn't.
Her eyes were begging.

Mia never begged.
She never showed any kind of weakness.

All this is not leaving my mind.
There seemed to be a pain in her eyes. Like I am used to seeing in mine when I look in the mirror.
But that can't be right.
She lived so happily all her life.
No one hurt her like they did me.
There was not a single scar on her body.

Except...

That one slash on her thigh.
Where did that one came from.
I try to remember.
As far as I can think of the day she stopped sneaking me a bit of food here and there.
Mom ga caught her sneaking me chicken soup.

Mom had taken her on a drive.
She came back with her leg bleeding but didn't say what happened.
But that's just one scar and it could be an accident.
But again it was like she changed. Bacame more cruel.
But then again... ...

I had lost focus overthinking about all this.
The badminton shuttle hit my nose. Ouch.
The coach yelled at me to focus from the sideline.

My bitch of partner yelled
" If you are going to give points to the opponent at least make it seem like you are trying. "

God she is unbearable.
Another reason to miss Mia.
She would at least pretend we get along until the match finished.
She in ambitious and hungry for a win like that.

I looked toward the bleachers.
Dad and all the brothers are here.
They said it was my first match in NewYork.
They wouldn't miss it.
Mom had never came for my matches.

I will not disappoint them.
I focus on the game.
I lock eyes with the bitch opposite me who had aimed for my now red nose.
She is smirking but not for long.

After all I have the same blood as my twin.
I can be as petty as her if not more.
The shuttle came flying at my face again and I swung.
Straight in her left eye.
Take that bitch.

An eye for a nose.

Her partner had a weak swing.
We focused on her side of the court and were leading by 8-7.
Now that I am back in the game it was easy to win.

At last we won by 12-8 .
My wrist and shoulder complaining but the victory made the pain sweeter.

I looked towards the bleachers.
They all wore proud smiles.
Ilya was even hooting as I and bitch 2.O received our trophy.

As we drove home they were talking about celebrating my win.
But my mind once again wandered.
I let myself dream for a second.
It was supposed to be both of us on that podium today before all that fiasco.
I imagined myself and her there with dad and all our brothers cheering for us.

The perfect moment.

But is that possible.
With the dynamic we have with each other....
When younger I used to dream of a happy family for me.
Me Mia Mom and our step dad.
With time I realised that it was not a family.
But victim and abusers.
But for all her flaws I could never put Mia in thay category.
Especially now when for a while it was....

She ignored me but it was like a silent understanding.
Keep away from each other and enjoy the new family we got.
I got hope that with time we can have at least somewhat normal bond for twins if not like those lovey dovey twins in movies.
Until the dreams and hopes were shattered by her one single stunt.

But that look in her eyes haunts me.
I am sure I didn't imagined it.
And if it is true than maybe I am not much different than her.

She looked the other way when I was hurt.
But did I not even looked her way in the first place when she was hurt.

God I hope not.

I don't wanna be the very monster I fear the most.

I can't live with myself if that's true.

I have to find out the truth.
She is hiding something or perhaps I am too blind to see it.
But if I ignored it now when I had a glimpse than I am no better than her.

To do so I have to hear all the unspoken words between us.

How am I supposed to do that with a twin I have no real bond with except a bond consisting of hate jealousy and fear.

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