Scars of love

Emily enough of that. What is it that you want that mum and dad don't give to you, is it cars or jewelry, money or what? I asked my twin sister glaring at her.

"I think you should be grateful for this life than being ungrateful to them. Don't you think you are hurting them?" I continued.

"Emeline you are not my mum or my dad to tell me what to do, you are my twin. And the people you are  referring to as our parents ceased to be my parents since they told us they are not our birth parents." Emily said, throwing her hand's in the air.

The necklace she was admiring from her new boyfriend, who is old enough to be her elder brother or father, is lying on her vanity in it glory.

" how can you even stand their presence after they were hiding such a secret from us for sixteen years." Emily continued not caring who she hurts with her words.

"But Emily, they raised us as their children. They catered for us; they have never let us feel like the orphan's we are." I tried reasoning with her.

"They were there for us when mum and dad's friends weren't. They adopted us instead of them taking us to the orphanage."  I pointed out to her.

"They gave us everything in life, the best education, useful life, and excellent job what could we ask for more." I screamed and yelled at her.

"Ha!! Did you say a day never passed when they never let us feel like orphans? Where were they when we needed them most." Emily sat on her ash and black king size bed taking off

her heels.

She was fuming with rage her face and eared red from anger. If I'm not exaggerating, I will say steams are coming out of her nose and ears.

...They where always here Em, they never left. They love you as their own. They even raised you as theirs.

"Get out of my room, I said get out," Emily said steam coming out of both her ears and nose.

I stood up to get out when I got to the entrance where she is holding the door for me to get out. I looked at her, but she has turned her face the other way round.

As the tears cried their eyes out, their sorrow and anger echoed in the form of a storm. I turned and twisted in my bed.

Emily left immediately I left her room, only God knows where she has gone to.

I couldn't sleep knowing my kid sister is out there somewhere. Even though she been harsh and mean, I still love her.

The rumbling of the thunder had me rolling off my bed in my short pajamas and a tank top. I made my way to the kitchen.

The house is so quiet. Everybody is probably sleeping mum and dad might be fast asleep by now.

I can't sleep when there is a storm, I used to go to Emily's room whenever I hear the rumbling of thunder, but she is nowhere to be found

I tried calling her, but I was sent straight to voice mail. Mum and dad are not happy about her lifestyle, but they can't stop her.

What I'm I going to do with her. Emily has changed so much it as if I don't know her any more