Date = 1 July
In just a day, the little hooligan changed my view of life.
Place = San Francisco (Damion’s house)
The only place I could think of going.
POV - Enrique
Steam billows out of the shower like smoke from a fire, curling around my feet as I sit on the bed, arms crossed, jaw tight. The walls of the house groan under the wind outside, but it was nothing compared to the storm I feel building inside me.
My stupid, crazy twin is back. Finally. Filthy, hollow-eyed, a ghost in tattered denim and dried blood. He hasn’t spoken much — just grunted something about a hot shower before disappearing into the bathroom like a man walking into war. Again.
I let him.
For now.
I know, from years of experience living under the same roof, not to poke. Poking almost always leads to a fight.
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