Twin From Hell

B*tch!

The next morning.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I was having the most weird ass dream when the loud banging of my door woke me up, I stretched out my limbs on the bed in anger, groaning and turning around in annoyance on the bed, a frown hung on my face as I came into consciousness, my lips tightened into a straight line, before reluctantly pushing myself up and off the bed.

As my foot made contact with the rug covered floor, I padded groggily to the banging door, my face was thunderous by now, this hotel was definitely getting a one-star rating after this, who the f bangs someone's door so effing early in the morning? Whoever it was, I was going to give them a freaking piece of my mind when I see them.

"I'm coming, Christ! It better be some end of the world level s**t for whoever it is to be knocking on my door so vigorously!" I complained as I padded to the door, ripping it open, ready to give whoever it was a piece of my mind. "Wha-" my words were cut short as I came face to face with the last person on earth I wanted to see.

My hand acted faster than my brain and before I knew it, I'd already slammed the door closed.

I patted my chest from fright. What the f**k! Like what the f**k was Reign doing in front of my door like a haunting ghost from some horror movie!!!

Shit! She was such a psycho!

Before I could continue on that line of thought, the psycho resumed banging on my door like the maniac she was.

Shit! I didn't want to see the b***h, why doesn't she get the memo!!!

"Raine fricking Murphy open the goddamn door before I have someone break it down." That was my Ex-mom's voice.

Is she f*****g kidding me! Who does she think she is! It was the sheer hubris for me, how dare she speak to me like we were in a normal parent-child relationship.

I forcefully tamped down the urge to bite my lips—a habit I was trying hard to quit.

I went back to my bed and flopped back on it, there was no way in hell that I was going to subject myself to their insufferable presence.

I had said all I had to say yesterday, I wasn't ready to say more.

I closed my eyes and tried to lull myself back into a short nap, I had spied the wall clock when I got up a while ago.

I still had three hours before my next flight. The door kept banging, accompanied by my "mom's" screeching voice.

I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up the intercom and dialed the reception, with a beep someone picked up.

"Hello, I have some strangers at my door who are currently causing a disturbance and disrupting the peace. I find it quite concerning that you would provide my room number to a complete stranger without my explicit consent... But I won't go into that, what I expect from you is for you to take immediate action and evict them, just as you allowed them access in the first place. You have three minutes to resolve this, and any delay beyond that will not be taken lightly. You don't want to get on my bad side." I hung up without waiting for a response. "Imbeciles!"

I couldn't go back to sleep, I was too awake now, I got off the bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick wash, after taking my sweet time showering, I turned off the shower, my brows furrowed as I towel dried off, suddenly faced with a problem- I had no change of clothes.

I let out a soft derisive snort in annoyance. I had to repeat my clothing. I bent down to pick up the discarded pieces of clothing where I left them yesterday—on the floor.

I groaned as I stared regretfully at the outfit. Why had I forgotten to throw them in the washer? I could be so silly sometimes.

I could still do that now but I didn't want to stay any longer lest those sons of bitches find me again.

On the bright side, the banging and screaming outside my door had stopped, I guess the hotel's management or whatever had taken my threat seriously.

I had to take advantage of the time and make my escape—yes, escape. Who knows when they might come back.

I had to find a way to evade the sticky ghosts until I board my plane.

I quickly put on my clothing with mild disgust, I hated that I was wearing the same outfit from yesterday, especially since I had worn this same outfit on the plane.

To me, I felt like I stank and looked dirty, damn.

I took in a deep breath then walked softly in the direction of the door before gently releasing the breath I didn't even know I was holding, then I peered through the peep hole to spy into the hallway.

Thankfully, the hallway remained gloriously vacant.

I immediately unlocked the door before swinging it close, then made my way out of the premises without even going to the reception to clock out. That, at least I can do online.

On getting to the foyer, had I been anymore careless, I'd have run headfirst into the people I was trying so desperately to avoid.

I ducked, hiding behind a pillar, peeking once more at the two annoying women, surrounded by guards as they confronted the hotel staff who were patiently trying to invite them out.

Shit! What were the guards for? Did they plan to arrest me and take me away by force?!

It was no news my ex-family were psychopaths, so no putting anything pass them.

Fuck! I had to get away quick.

I took the opportunity to make my escape now while they were still occupied with arguing.

I speed walked out of the hotel, only taking a deep breath in relief after finally making it out.

Ah, the promise land.

That s**t cut way too close for my mental health.

I walked quickly away from the vicinity of the hotel. Since my flight time was still quite far, I went to a small understated restaurant for a quick meal then wandered around for a bit to waste away the time.

Ten minutes to my time I headed straight for the airport, luckily for me the plane started boarding passengers immediately on arrival.

I smiled in relief as I boarded the plane, my tense nerves relaxing, I could finally rest my restless heart.

I don't know why, but I had this uncanny feeling of being watched since I came into this city, like I was under some sort of surveillance. Reign and my Ex-mom's presence in my hotel room only proved my suspicions. They had sent someone to spy on me.

Why wasn't I surprised.

I hated how they always felt like they were in control of my destiny, how they always had this entitled sense of superiority whenever they regarded me.

Like I was some sort of toy, theirs to bend to their will and control.

Well joke's on them, the old Raine they knew was no longer.

I am strong, beautiful, confident, powerful, in control. I am no one's b***h.

I took my seat in first class, setting my bag on my lap, briefly shutting my eyes to collect my thoughts. It had been such a busy one and a half day.

I couldn't wait to tell Diane all about my ridiculous trip.

She always knew what to say to make me feel better. Although I was safely boarded in my flight, I couldn't shake this feeling of urgency like I was facing some sort of unseen threat, I felt like prey being stalked, walking obliviously into danger.

I don't know why; I was safe but my sense of unease grew deeper with every second that crawled past. A voice was nagging at me- It was far from over.

Fuck! I hate stressful s**t like this.

A tap on my shoulder woke me from my self-imposed trance.

My eyes flew open to stare at the smiling ones of the flight attendant. She gave me a soft smile before parting her lips to recite the usual pleasantries, ending with a polite but professional "anything I can get you?"

I thought briefly before nodding, requesting a basic whisky without the ice.

I needed a drink.

The attendant nodded once more politely before leaving me to my thoughts, not that there was much of that going on either. I refuse to be that girl that always overthought, was always looking over her shoulder, paranoid and scared.

Things were different... I was different.

As if on cue, the attendant brought over my drink, I generously accepted the drink with a barely-there smile, thanking her. As soon as she left, I raised the glass to my lips, sipping the liquid within slowly, gracefully.

No matter how much I deny it, I was a Murphy through and through, I had tried to shed it, but the mannerisms I learned from those etiquette classes were now second nature to me.

No matter how much of a potty mouth I had, how tough or rough I acted, those subconscious little gestures always betrayed my education, pointing to a more sophisticated upbringing, and damned if it hadn't earned me a few nicknames like "Lady cyclone" and " K.O goddess" in the world of wrestling. I smiled fondly at the memory.

But just as soon, my smile froze, a wave of drowsiness hit.

What the hell?!!! This feels suspiciously like being—

Before I could finish the thought, my vision blackened and I slumped in my seat.

Well s**t!