Two

Chloe’s POV

“Hey love, let me take you home tonight,” I heard a male voice from behind, and the next thing that happened, I felt his hands down my back and trailing down to my ass, and I could tell he wanted to grab it.

“Are you crazy?” I spat out and turned immediately, catching his hands. Then I bent his wrist in a painful manner and stood in that position.

“What the fuck… arghhh, let go, arghhh!” the man screamed, and I did let go, pushing him slightly back. I turned my face to grab my alcohol, then I drank it all in one go, turning back to see three more guys coming closer. My jaw tightened, and I rolled my shoulders—already bracing for another fight.

“Bitch, you almost broke my wrist,” the man spat out angrily as he was still flexing his wrist, trying to ease up the pain.

“You were harassing me in a bar, you deserved it,” I shot back, my voice sharp enough to cut.

“What did you say?” He took a step closer to me.

‘Right on time.’ I saw my friend, and my eyes widened.

“Baby, I’m here!!” I screamed out loud in a seductive girly voice, biting my lips and jumping up so that my boobs bounced beneath the round neck I wore while in a loose leather jacket.

That was the only way I could escape, by rushing away from them and grabbing the arms of a close friend as my big chest pressed on him.

“What? Who? Me?” Daniel was confused about what was happening, even though I was drunk.

“Shhh… it’s trouble. Let’s get out of here.” I turned him around and started explaining, then I threw a quick glance at the angry-looking eyes of those lustful jerks.

‘In your dreams.’ They wanted me, and I wasn’t going to let them. I had this sexy-looking body, full chest, and a great ass with a seductive face, not that I could do anything about it. It wasn’t my fault, or maybe I loved it that way.

“You caused trouble again, now you are leaning to… ouch, ok ok stop.” I pinched him as we walked outside before freeing him from my grip.

“He just tried to grab my ass… I taught him a lesson.”

Hearing this, Daniel frowned, his lips pressing tight. “Those jerks.”

“Forget it… I just came to have a drink and clear my head out a bit.” I raked my fingers through my hair, tugging hard enough that it hurt. The burn in my chest wouldn’t ease.

“How is your mother now?” Daniel said softly and concerned, knowing that I had been going through a lot due to my mother’s condition in the hospital.

“There’s no change… she is still in a coma, and the doctor just called a huge amount of money to continue her treatment… where am I supposed to get 5 million?” My nails met my palm as I clenched my fist as I spoke

“I… I might have a solution for you… I hope she doesn’t kill me for this.” Daniel spoke, breaking his speech and talking to himself, which left me confused about what was going on. He wouldn’t look me in the eye.

“Kill you?” I snapped, narrowing my eyes.

“Daniel? Daniel? What solution… who would kill you?” I stopped walking, planting myself in front of him until he had no choice but to face me.

“I don’t have a choice… I couldn’t reach you,” he muttered under his breath, almost like he was talking to ghosts.

I opened my mouth, ready to question him, when he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. His thumb flew across the screen like he already knew where he was going. Then he stopped.

“This is your solution.” He handed his phone to me confidently.

I snatched it, but my face twisted the second I saw the screen.

“For God’s sake, a picture of me was my solution?” I snapped, my voice rising. “Is this a joke?”

“Look at it clearly again,” he said, tilting the phone toward me.

“What I’m seeing is me… me… me in a fancy-looking place. Wait, I haven’t worn that dress before, and I don’t remember snapping this picture.” My words slowed as the details clawed at me. The chandelier in the background, the dress hugging my body, and the straight hair I’d never had in my life.

“That’s not me,” I whispered. “That’s photoshopped.” I lifted my head to look at Daniel getting ready to scold him.

“That’s not you, Chloe…” His voice cut in. Calm. Final.

“It’s your younger twin sister, Zoe.”

The phone nearly slipped from my hand. My hands were shaking at this point that I squeezed the phone right to calm my self.

“What???”