Fallen

“It seems your parents wanted everything split down the middle should they pass.” The lawyer said, looking at whatever paper was in front of him. “You both will inherit your own accounts with the allotted amount of money, and the deed to the mansion will be put in both of your names.” “I don’t want the house.” I groaned. “I’ll buy your half from you.” My brother Samuel quickly spoke up. I arched a brow at him. “Do you know how much just my half will be?” I asked incredulously. “Of course.” He scoffed. “And it won’t make a dent in the amount our parents left us.” “Well, the mansion by itself is worth over two million.” He stated. “Would you like to sell your half Miss. Haven?” I looked over to Samuel. “Will you keep my bedroom the same for when I come home? I won’t come home often, but I’ll want my room to be left alone.” “Of course,” he said, ruffling my hair with a smile. “Don’t you think we’re a little old for that?” I growled trying to fix my hair. “Fine. Yes, he can buy my half. Have the correct amount transferred to the account my parents left for me.” I instructed, still glaring at my brother. He just smirked at me in return. “Well, it seems that is all there is. Their will was not long, it was very short but to the point.” The lawyer told us straightening his papers. “And please accept my condolences on your loss.” I had to stifle an eye roll. “Thank you.” I said as kindly as I could. They weren’t really parents. They never acted the part anyway. We were raised by nannies, fed by the maids and cooks. They were never home. We saw them maybe once or twice a year and that was it. For the last twenty-five years I have wondered what kind of people would abandon their children. But it seems my parents think money solves anything. They would always send home expensive gifts from their travels. Clothes, jewelry, shoes, purses. I don’t know what my brother got in their absence. All I ever wanted was for my parents to come home. Seems however it didn’t matter, they didn’t want us, they just wanted to travel. Which is what I wanted to do, I wanted to get away. Away from people, away from everyone. People weren’t worth the effort. At least I didn’t think they were. Even in school people only wanted to be friends for my, our, money. Samuel didn’t seem to mind, but I didn’t want those kinds of people in my life. Gold diggers, snobs who thought the world revolved around them just because they had money. People who didn’t care for anyone else below their “station” None of it made sense to me. Even being raised with money their behavior never made sense. So, when my parents asked what I wanted for my first car, I told them I didn’t want a car. I asked for one of those elaborate RV’s and a motorcycle. I planned on taking that RV and traveling the country and not coming home for as long as possible. The RV was beautiful inside. It was large and had plenty of room. It was one of those newer models that had an upstairs and two rooms down stairs. A fully functional kitchen and a normal sized bathroom. They didn’t spare an expense when I told them my plans of traveling with it. The motorcycle was so I didn’t have to drive the RV into crowded cities. The motorcycle would be much easier to maneuver in tight spaces than an RV would be. “Are you sure this is what you want?” My brother asked as we walked out of the lawyer’s office. I sighed heavily as I strapped my helmet down. “Yes.” I said for the upteenth time. “I need this, I want this. Don’t worry Samuel, I’ll keep in touch. And I’ll be fine. I have my guns for protection, I am a red belt in jiu-jitsu, and can shoot any gun or bow and arrow with expert accuracy.” Samuel curled his lip. “I still don’t understand why you insisted on such unlady-like hobbies.” He said, shaking his head. “Because it is what interested me, Sam. You don’t have to like it; you just have to accept it.” It was still an oddity how Sam and I could be twins; we were from two different planets. He held pride in his high-status upbringing. Loved flaunting money and power. Loved having women swoon over him. He never took up any hobbies, he just existed. Like he could float through life on a cloud of luxury without repercussions. He will find out soon that money runs out if he isn't careful. And that doesn't include our looks. I took after our mother. Long honey colored hair and milky white skin. A heart shaped face with deep forest green eyes and high cheekbones, a small button like nose and plump lips. I wasn’t tall, only five foot three. While Samuel took after our father. Short black hair, a round face and straight prominent nose. His eyes were a deep almost black brown, and his skin was naturally deeply tanned. We were literally night and day, and yet we were twins. It just didn’t make sense. “I’ll see you back at the house.” I sighed. “From there I will load the bike into the trailer and pack. I will be leaving tomorrow morning.” “Whatever.” Samuel said, waving me off, as he got into his cherry red Bugatti. Even now I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at how he flashed money around like that. My motorcycle and RV weren’t cheap, I’ll admit that, but they were at least practical and had a proper purpose other than showing off. I needed the larger RV, I would be living in it for the foreseeable future. And the bike was for trips into towns or cities for when I needed supplies. I’m stocked up on supplies right now so I won’t have to go out any time soon. I’ll just have to make sure it doesn't get to the point where I’ll need a lot at one time. There was only so much I could carry on a motorcycle. I also made sure to get a couple Adirondacks, a fire pit, and a retractable cover for the outside of the RV, almost like a porch cover. I didn't plan on stopping in any town to spend time. No, I fully intended on parking out in nature, somewhere people would be far away and nowhere near me. I was so tired of people. They were so fake, cruel and just, I don’t know they were just awful. I didn't like people, no people. Not even my own brother if I wanted to be honest. He was worse than anyone else I’ve met, other than those fake plastic girls whose daddy paid for their plastic surgery. The girls who think money is happiness and solves anything. Who thinks money can buy anything? Too bad for them it couldn’t buy my friendship or company. Too bad men didn’t get the same impression from me. They always tried, were insistent and some rather pushy and angry. I never even dated anyone in school, but that didn’t stop my brother's friends. Apparently, they were tired of being told no, so while my brother was gone, they forced themselves on me. Took turns as I fought tooth and claw beneath them. I shuddered at the memory, the old wound in my chest cracking back open and bleeding. My brother didn’t believe me, thought the bruises and split lip was from a fall. I went to the hospital and filed a report, but of course their dads paid off the cops and judge. I did make sure to get copies of the reports though. I needed the proof, the reminder why man was worthless, untrustworthy. I shook my head trying to clear it of the memory as I sped down the road. The mansion wasn’t far from the lawyer’s office, and I was more than ready to get home and finish packing to leave. I don’t think I could leave soon enough. I couldn't wait to get away from everyone in this damn town. This town didn’t even deserve to exist anymore. Filled with rapists and thieves. People who believe they are entitled to anything and anyone despite what they’re told. They are disgusting, vomit inducing, immoral. And vile. Words could never describe the people in this town. I punched the code to the gate in and raced up the driveway, parking my motorcycle in the trailer attached to the back of the RV. I made sure to anchor it down and perch my helmet on the handle bars before locking the trailer back and going inside. I was so tired of looking at these high ceilings and crystal chandeliers. So tired of all the opulence and luxury. I’m pretty sure I am the only person born in wealth that would say something like that. I just closed my eyes and shook my head before making my way to my room. Once again too big, too luxurious. I ignored it all as I folded my clothes and laid them in the suit cases. Hangers held my more expensive clothes. Toiletries and hygiene products, straighteners and curling irons. No makeup though, I never wore makeup. Nor did I put hair spray or hair gel in my hair. Only coconut oil. Little by little I took my things down to the RV. I did accept help from the butler, but only because he insisted and wouldn’t leave me alone about it. I really couldn’t complain. I was tiring going up and down that damn staircase. It had to have at least fifty steps or more. Not much, unless you’re carrying something and going up and down it like it was an Olympic sport. By the time I was done, I was exhausted. I took a hot bath and showered off the day before collapsing onto my bed. Sleep took me before my head even hit the pillow.