NEXT MORNING
LEILANII woke up to the throbbing pain of my womanly part. Was my period coming?" I wondered and forced myself up. I opened my eyes and was welcomed by an unfamiliar room."Where am I?" I asked myself."Sienna!" I called out, but there was no response."Do you normally shout when you wake up?" A deep and husky voice asked beside me.I quickly turned in the direction of the voice and screamed instantly."What…What are you doing beside me?" I asked wide-eyed."Seems like you forgot. This is a hotel room and you and I fucked last night. Where else do you suppose you will see me this morning, if not beside you," He asked and slipped out of the bed, baring his entire body to me.I covered my eyes with my hands."I wonder why you are covering your eyes when you saw every part of me last night. You kept screaming about how much you love my fucking style," he muttered.His words felt like atrocities to my ear."And oh, I was right. You are a virgin and I had fun deflowering you," he said and I felt my whole world crash."You are joking right?" I asked, desperately hoping that everything he said was just some silly joke."Do I look like someone that jokes?" He asked, his hazel eyes stared into my dark ones and I realized he wasn't joking."You…you raped me," I whispered as tears streamed down my face."We both had sex. You followed me here willingly. If you want money from me, just say it and I'll give it to you, after all, I enjoyed banging you," he said. The ruffling of clothes made me aware of the fact that he was dressing up."I do not need your money," I cried."Then that settles it then. Once I step out of this room, we become strangers. We had a one night stand and nothing else." Finally buckling his belt, he picked up his suit and left the room, not without winking at me."Oh, God. I'm doomed. What will mum say?" I cried and slowly raised the duvet hoping for a miracle. But then, the blood stains on the sheet made me realize that a miracle was impossible.Tears streamed down my face and I wept like a baby. How could I make such a mistake? Mum is going to be ashamed of me.I slowly got up, my V area aching like hell. I search for my clothes and put them on. Then headed for the door. I opened the door and was about to walk out when my phone rang. I checked the caller, it was Sienna. I felt annoyed at her, this is all her fault. I declined her call, turned off my phone and threw it inside my bag, then left.Once I got home, I soaked myself inside my bathtub. I scrubbed and cleaned my entire body with tears in my eyes."I messed up," I kept crying.How could I make such a mistake, how…something I've been keeping since forever, waiting for the right moment. Now, I just lost it to a total stranger, who I probably won't see ever again. I mean California is a big city and my chances of running into him were low.After bathing, I wrapped myself in a towel and dejectedly stepped out of the tub. I felt so down and mad at the universe for letting a thing like this happen to me. I dressed up and lay down on the bed wallowing in self pity.My door suddenly clicked open. I needed no soothsayer to tell me who it was."Gosh, Lani. You scared me. I literally looked for you everywhere. When did you return because I came here looking for you earlier today," Sienna asks, but I totally ignored her, I was mad at her for making me go clubbing. This is all her fault."Really, Lani. You are ignoring me, After making me go round the whole City looking for you like a crazy woman. I even called your mum to know your whereabouts."Out of everything she said, the only thing my ears grasped was the part where she said she called my mum."Why will you call my mum," I asked in fright.I come from an Orthodox family. My parents are leaders at the church. Growing up as a kid, I was given so many lectures on the importance of keeping my virginity till my wedding night. And now, I just lost that. If my parents should hear of this, they will disown me without a second thought. Their reputation in the church is really important to them."I always call your mum whenever I can't find you. Why are you freaking out?" Sienna asked. And I broke down in tears."I lost my virginity last night, Enna and to a total stranger, " I cried.Sienna was shocked at first, but seeing how I was crying like a kid, she engulfed me in a hug."It's alright, Lani. Losing it doesn't make you less human. I mean, I lost mine at fifteen," Sienna consoled me."You know the type of family I come from. My parents will be so disappointed if they hear of this," I said crying even harder."Gosh, Lani. How would they know that you lost it? They won't, unless you tell them," Sienna said reasonably."You do not have to tell your parents about it. Even if they do ask, just lie to them that it's still intact," Sienna advised.The idea of lying to my parents didn't sit well with me. I've never lied or hidden anything from them, not even for a day. I remember when a boy asked me out at thirteen, I was so excited back then and didn't tell my mum. But then she somehow found out about it and locked me up in a closet for a whole day to make me reflect on my actions. Ever since that day, I never hide or keep anything from her, because of fear of being locked up in the closet again. I grew up with that fear, and here I am, twenty five and still a mama's girl."I can't lie to my mum, Sienna. It's against the holy book," I cried.Sienna pulled her hair, something she normally does when she is tired of trying to make me see points with her."It's a white lie. A harmless lie. And besides, you can always ask God for forgiveness, " she advised."A lie is a lie, Sienna.""You know what, call your mum on the phone and tell her that you lost your virginity, then watch her disown you," Sienna said, now tired of trying to convince.I broke into another round of tears and she pulled me into her embrace."I'm sorry. This is all my fault and that's why I'm going to do everything I can, to make sure it doesn't disrupt your life.""Listen, Lani. Let's spend the whole of today wallowing in self pity. Tomorrow morning, I want you to step out and continue with your normal life as if nothing happened. Okay? You will be totally fine. There is no difference between the Lani yesterday and the Lani here now. You hear me," Sienna whispered.Somehow I decided to listen to her."Tomorrow morning. I, Leilani Miller will step into the world like nothing happened."LEILANI Here I am, seated on the sandy beach overlooking the vast water. However, instead of watching the water being pushed around by the waves like everyone else, My entire attention is on my two adorable kids, building sand castles in a corner. “Stop that, Melinda,” Miranda screams at Melinda who was so invested in destroying the sand castle she had built. “Let’s do something else, I’m tired of building sand castles every time we visit the beach,” Melinda yells and continues to kick and scatter the sand castle they had spent almost an hour building. “Melinda, stop that,” I yell, bringing their attention to me. “She doesn’t want to play with me,” Melinda complains, her eyes getting moist. “You mustn’t run around all the time,” I say, but Melinda was hearing none of it. She threw herself on the ground and began to roll herself on the floor. “Melinda, stop that,” I say, now pissed off at her unruly behaviour. She rises from the ground and grabs hold of Miranda’s swimsuit. “Th
FIVE MONTHS LATER MIRANDA “Stop that Melinda!” I screamed as she continuously banged her spoon on a stainless plate, creating a loud disturbing noise. “You never like playing!” She screams back, giggling. “I’m trying to study,” I replied, pulling my hair. But my crazy twin smiled and banged the spoon on the plate even more loudly. “Fine,” I say, slamming my book shut and rising from the bed. “What do you want to do?” I ask. “Yes!” she screams and leaps up. It’s been five months since I was taken home by my real family, five months since I discovered Aunt Isabelle’s true colours, Five months since I found people who sincerely love me and wished the best for me. Honestly, my family has become the most important part of my life. I can never stay a day without seeing them. My mum, Leilani, treats me like I'm the most precious thing on earth, and most times I wonder why Melinda never gets jealous. My dad, on the other hand, treats me like I'm the most delicate thing on earth. He
MIRANDA “Is that another me?” the little girl who looks exactly like me gasps I stood still, unable to say a word and watched as she also took steps towards me, her legs shaky and her eyes fixed on my face the entire time. Getting to me, she raises her hand to touch my face. But then, I am reminded of Aunt Isabelle's words about her being the major reason why my parents don't want me. "Don't touch me," I snarled and roughly shoved her aside. "I need to speak with Malcolm Blake and his wife," I said, older this time. "That's my mum and dad," the girl who looks exactly like me says. I glanced at her and eyed her unpleasantly. "I'm not dragging that with you," I snarled at her. "Anyone getting the duo, or I should barge in and find their suite myself?" I ask. "No, I'll call them," the lady says. Nodding my head at her answer, I stood still watching her make a phone conversation. "They'll be here soon," she says, putting down her phone. "So doppelgangers are real," the annoyi
MIRANDA I was so engrossed in the storybook Aunt Isabelle had purchased for me when I noticed someone trying to come into my room through the window. Scared, I got into the closet to hide myself. I would’ve called Aunt Isabelle, but then I recalled that she had warned me on several occasions to always keep my windows locked. Not wanting to get scolded by her, I carefully hid myself inside my closet and shut the door, heart beating erratically and waiting for the intruder to show up. However, after a long wait, no one showed up, making me look out of the closet. Then, I heard someone screaming for help. People asking for help was a normal occurrence in our neighbourhood. I’ve always watched a lot of people struggle with their captors. It was a daily occurrence that scared me. But then, I always watch to know who to look out for. Like always, I tiptoed to the window and that was when I caught sight of a familiar woman being pulled by the hair. For some reason, the way the man was tuggin
"Miranda." I gasped and stared wide-eyed at my little angel staring down at me. The maniac kept tugging my hair to bring my attention to him, but then it was as if I couldn't feel any of those at this moment. My entire focus was on the little girl in the window. "Miran…" I try to call again. But then, I'm cut shut as a familiar voice calls out the name before I could complete it. "Miranda," Isabelle's annoying voice sounded. At that moment, I felt my skin crawl and my heart began to beat frantically. "Don't tell me Elodie and her husband gave my daughter to this witch," I mumbled, gripped by fear. Having witnessed what Isabelle is capable of, the last thing I want is to have her next to my loved ones. Most especially, my daughters, but it seemed like that was just my wishful thinking. Eyes still on the window, I watch my daughter's face lit up with a smile the moment Isabelle reaches her side. I watched, with tears trailing down my cheeks as Isabelle fondly pats my daughter's hai
LEILANI “What?” I gasp in shock. Malcolm ignores me and rises from his seat. I grab hold of his hand to stop him from walking away. “How can you just drop an information like this and suddenly try to leave without explaining things to me?” I ask, still in shock. Disbelief clearly written on my face. “What? You suddenly want to believe my words right now?” Malcolm asks and pulls his arm off my grasp. “Malcolm,” I whisper in shock at the force he used in pulling his hand away. “What Leilani? What! I'm sick and tired of constantly having to explain myself to you countless number of times. I try to please and understand you all the time, but you keep making things hard for me. Tell me, do you even believe what I just said about Elodie?” He suddenly throws a question at me. I stare at him without saying a word. Honestly, this news is a shocker and I'm having a hard time believing it. “See, you don’t,” he says. Casting one last look at me, he dumps his cutleries, not caring if they f