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CHAPTER 57: disadvantages of being a twin

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As soon as I saw Brielle walk out of my house with tears in her eyes, my gaze went back to my brother. He stood at the door, the same expression on his face when he looked sternly at other gang members. My heart sped up when the sight of a smug Ivy caught my attention. That bitch, I thought, gritting my teeth.

"Brielle!" I called after her, but she just kept going to the gate. My aunt and uncle stared at her in confusion as she headed through the gate and shouting something to Al and Kiara. I watched as she quickly walked off before glaring back at my brother. He stared at me blankly, but that expression quickly changed into surprise when I released a growl in anger.

"Jaxon," Kiara warned, coming to my side and grasping onto my arm tightly. I don't have to be genius to figure out he hurt her. I could hear them shouting in there, maybe not what they said but they were definitely shouting, "don't do it. Control yourself—"

"Why?! I bet the whole fucking town heard them shouting! What did you do to her, Owen? What did you fucking say because even though you're my brother, she's my best friend so you can't just say shit to her face like that." I launched forward, Kiara's grip on me loosening as she stumbled behind me. I stormed over to Owen before grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt and yanking him towards me. His hands grabbed my wrists, trying his best to pull me back.

"You fucker! Let go," my brother boomed as I yanked him closer. He clenched his jaw as he glared down at me. Alfonso's voice rang in the distance, but I was so focused I couldn't listen to it, "bro, I'm warning you. Don't make me hurt you."

"Jaxon, let him go!" Ivy shouted as I shot a deathly glare to her, which shut her up immediately. I felt someone try to let go of my death grip upon my brother's shirt before I was finally yanked back.

"Both of you! Fucking quit it, alright?" Alfonso exclaimed as he held me to him, arms planted around me in a strong grip. My breathing was heavy as my piercing eyes stared down Ivy, who simply went by Owen's side, clinging onto his arm like some leech, "you wanna explain to us what the fuck happened in there because a girl—more specifically, your girlfriend just walked out crying?"

"What is this? Gang up on Owen day—"

"Answer my question, Owen. I know you guys fought in there and I damn well know it had something to do with her." I pointed over to Ivy, her eyes widening in innocent shock. Oh, go stuff yourself in your ass, I thought.

"Just because you don't like her doesn't mean you can accuse her of something that doesn't have anything to do with her. Me and Brielle broke up and you wanna know why? Because she betrayed me, she threatened the safety of the gang and herself so therefore, I need to put everyone's safety first and if that means sacrificing my own relationship then I'll do it."

What bullshit.

I didn't believe a single word that he was telling the truth. Shaking my head, I pulled away from Alfonso, shrugging him off as I stormed into the house, passing Owen as I glared at him and Ivy. Whatever Ivy said, it's sure done the trick because thanks to her and Owen, Brielle was probably just as upset as she was when Jordan broke up with her and I never forgave the guy for hurting her. 

"You've made a fucking mistake just like before and when you realise that, it'll be too late for you to win that girl back," I muttered, walking past him and up to my room before slamming the door shut with as much force as I could.

His reasoning sucked and I knew that only a part of the reason he broke up with her was because he felt betrayed. I was his twin brother so I knew when he was lying or when his reasoning for something wasn't clear. The stress of the gang war was affecting him and having Ivy around, messing with how things are doesn't help.

Frustrated, I let out a snarl of utter anger. Fucking hell, if I knew this was how my Christmas was going to be, I would've let myself be stuck at the facility until the new year. I sat myself down on my bed, sitting over by the windowsill and rubbing a hand over my eyes. I really let loose back there, I thought, like I was furious. I don't think I've ever argued that badly with my brother or shouted at him that much before. If Alfonso wasn't there, no doubt we would've hurt each other.

To be honest, I was quite surprised when I could match his strength and I could tell he was also. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes when I yanked him by his shirt. He used to be stronger than me, but ever since this war started, I've been boxing and working out a lot more. It was for Nicole's sake so she felt more sane knowing I was stronger and safer.

Brielle and me have been friends since we were kids. I always looked out for her as if she was my sister. We weren't close before, but I knew she changed my brother into a better person. He's always adored Brielle even after they stopped being friends and when they started hanging out with each other again, I could see him smile as bright as he did when our parents were alive.

I knew she was good for him so I couldn't let him hurt her in any way. She didn't do anything wrong to him and if he pushed her away, he would go back to his old self. I couldn't afford to lose my brother to that eternal pit of darkness or whatever they call it.

It pissed me off how he easily took advantage of the girl just because she loved him. She was willing to sacrifice it all even if it upset the person she loved the most. Owen even said to us to get her out of here, but when she did it, he's pissed off at her like she wouldn't have felt the same way.

His decision to break her heart threw me off guard because there was literally no reason to do so. Brielle was a distraction to Owen, but she distracted him from the shit stuff about our life. She made his life brighter and gave him something to look forward to. If anything, my father did the same to our mom. He married her because she reminded him of a good future, a life to look forward to. When I knew dad would be looking down on us in slight disappointment is an understatement.

I looked up at the sky and frowned, running a hand through my hair. I could only imagine how our parents must feel right now. Mom would be laughing sheepishly at my dad as he regretted not giving us discipline lessons.

"Sorry, dad, but you gotta do what you gotta do," I muttered before shrugging, "someone has to put him in his place sometimes. Plus, you probably hate that Ivy, right? Don't worry, you're not the only one."

"Jaxon, who are you talking to?" I yelped, jumping where I was sat and snapped my head over to the door. Kiara was stood there with an arched brow, hands on her hips as she stood in my doorway. I only laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck, "mind if I come in?"

I gestured to the space next to me and she smiled, closing the door behind her and sitting down next to me, tucking her dress under her as she also stared out of the window. We remained quiet for the next few seconds until she placed a hand on my back and rubbed it soothingly.

"Don't worry, my child, he's just stressed out right now—"

"Auntie, he broke up with his girlfriend," I responded back, turning to her as she cocked her head to one side and nodded. Her brows furrowed together in concern, "I'm sorry, but the world would have to end if he was stressed out enough to break up with his girlfriend—I mean, even that wouldn't cause him to break up with her."

"Don't worry about it, love. It's his loss, but—uh, do you mind sorting out Ivy?" she asked me and as I averted my gaze to her, I gave her a pointed look. Oh, hell nah. I ain't talking to her, "Kiara, why can't you tell her yourself? I'll only end up punching her ugly face. Anyway, she's terrified of you."

"Yeah, but I can't deal with girls like I her—"

"Neither can I," I exclaimed and I quickly covered my mouth to avoid anyone else hearing, "Kiara, you can't just let this girl walk through our house as if she's welcome here because she damn well isn't. The one time you could've been scared of a high school student and it had to be today of all days."

"You know, I'll be at the facility for a few days anyway so you'll have to do it. The only time I'll be back is dinner," she explained to me before grasping onto my shoulder hard. I gulped as I knew that she did that when she wanted me to do something for her. She was scary like that, "so you'll do it, won't you?"

Her grip had tightened on my shoulder and I gulped before nodding quickly and the smile returned to her face, her grip loosening one my shoulder. Jesus, she's one scary woman. I feel sorry for my dad seeing as she's his sister and considering how scary she is.

An idea suddenly popped into my head. I know it seemed like I was taking sides, but do you see me giving a single fuck? No, exactly. It wouldn't hurt to see Brielle and see how she's coping because I know everything's difficult for her right now. It's not like Owen would stop me like just because he's my brother, doesn't mean he can tell me what to do.

I told Kiara I would go out to see Brielle, give her some chocolate and help her sort out her problems if she had any. Well, duh, her now ex just broke up with her so I'm pretty sure she had a big problem. I had retrieved the chocolate from my secret stash once Kiara had left my room before writing a nice note for Brielle and taping it onto the bar of chocolate. You see, I heard girls loved chocolate.

When they're sad, eat chocolate. When they're happy, eat chocolate and when they're angry, eat chocolate. It was like their superior and holy food and I wasn't really complaining. I had a sweet tooth for chocolate and just about anything sweet.

I stood up from my bed and got my phone, pitting it in my pocket before grabbing the stuff and opening my door slowly. Just making sure they weren't anywhere near. Suddenly, a yap from my right scared the utter shit out of my.

I shouted, dropping the food and grasping onto my shirt right near my heart in panic. My whole back was fully attached to the door at this point as I stared down to see Jasmine sat there with her small tongue sticking out slightly. I glared down at her as she sniffed the chocolate before I clicked my fingers. She immediately backed away as I reached down to grab the chocolate.

"What the utter fuck, Jas? Can't you see I'm trying to be sneaky?" she whimpered, covering her nose with her paw in embarrassment. She scared my soul out of me for a second, I thought. For a dog who wears a bell on her collar, she sure is sneaky, "you should be downstairs with Owen, J."

She whimpered again, lying down and covering her nose with both paws. Either Ivy is stealing Owen's attention from his dog or she hates Ivy—you know what? Maybe both at this point. I simply crouched down and rubbed her belly, pants of satisfaction leaving her mouth.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon. I just have to check on Brielle, okay? You stay in my room if you want," I muttered to her and she quickly stood up, strolling casually into my room and hopping onto the bed. She curled herself up into a ball and laid there, staring at nothing in particular. I shook my head with a light chuckle and closed my door behind me to leave Jasmine in peace.

I slowly made my way down the stairs, hearing Owen's voice in the office with Ivy's before making my way to the door, opening it quietly and wincing when it squeaked. Once I was out, I shut the door and quickly strolled down the path and through the open gate. Sweet freedom. To be honest, I would've preferred being in the bitter cold than stay in the same house as them.

Petty, I know, but would you blame me if you were around someone like Ivy? I think the fuck not.

I walked through the quiet streets where very few people were out. Some children were out showing off some Christmas decorations to one another until their mothers quickly called them inside out of the cold. I clung my jacket closer to me with a slight shiver. Brielle's house was only next door to our's so the journey wasn't long. I quickly ran up their path and knocked on the door.

I faced the street for a few seconds as I waited. A few houses were decorated with lights that flashed all sorts of colours and a few people were finishing setting up the Christmas tree at the end of the street. The door opened and I turned to see Brielle's mother stood there, peeping through the crack between the door and doorway.

"Oh, Jaxon, come in. You must be cold," she quickly said, closing the door to undo the chain before letting me in from the freezing air. I smiled in response and stepped inside where I looked around to see tinsel scattered on the carpet in the main room as well as baubles. She led me through into the kitchen and offered to make me some hot cocoa in which I politely accepted, "I'm glad you're here. Brielle's helping me decorate the house; she's upstairs finishing up in her room. Poor thing, she was really upset, you know?"

"Y-Yeah, I wondered why she walked out. My brother's reasoning for hurting her was quite stupid, to be honest and I'm not just saying that as well," I told her as she passed me a hot mug of cocoa. Thanking her, I took a quick sip before speaking up again, "I'm sorry if he offended your daughter, Layla. He didn't mean to."

"It's fine although, you know I would do anything for my child. She just got her heart broken at Christmas a week after she lost her dad. I don't care what reason he had to do it or whether sooner was better than later, I will always protect my daughter. If he hurt her, here's just a small warning for him. Hurt my child again and I won't hesitate to put his ass in his place." I released a small chuckle as I gulped. Remind me to never get on her bad side, I thought.

I knew Brielle was feisty, but her mother certainly was something else. I can see where she managed to get it from, but it slightly scared me how passionate she was about protecting her daughter. Hey, though, I don't have my own child so how would I know?

"Of course, but do you mind if I go up to see her? I've brought her something to make her feel better," I told her as Brielle's mother immediately got me off the stool and was leading me up the stairs in a hurry. Okay, I haven't taken my shoes off yet. I could only let her push me further up the steps and lead me over to a door, which I assumed was Brielle's room. Her mother knocked a few times.

"Come in!" someone called and her mother grinned up at me before opening her bedroom door. She pulled me by my arm and I followed after her, not really having much of a choice. Well, at least I know she'd never let me back out of anything such a basketball game or anything.

"Love, Jaxon's come to see you and he's got something for you," she sang as I saw Brielle putting up some fairy lights in her room. Her eyes clicked on mine and she stepped off the chair she stood on. I could see her cheeks were still wet, probably from the crying she's done and I held my arms out so she could hug me, but instead, her face contorted into a sad one. Her mouth formed into a frown and she released a sob, her mother immediately heading to her side and sitting her on the bed, "oh my god, why are you crying? You should be happy to see him."

She sobbed a few times, tears streaming down her cheeks as she stared up at me with broken eyes. Have I done something wrong? Did Owen say something to her? I stood there with my arms still open and waiting for that hug that I wanted to get. I'm incredibly confused right now.

"W-Why does he look so much like Owen?" she whined and I staggered back in shock. Is that why she's upset? That I look a lot like my twin brother? I can't help that! I exclaimed in my mind. Her mother calmed her down enough that she could talk properly, but she was still sniffling lightly. I watched as her mother wiped her cheeks one last time before she stood up and patted me on the shoulder.

"She currently has the tendency to break down crying at random times so I'd be very careful," she whispered and I nodded, watching as she walked out of the room. I turned back to a quiet Brielle who held her legs close to her chest. Right, tread carefully otherwise she might explode and that would be too messy for me.

"Hey..." I started as her eyes flickered up to meet mine. Slowly, I approached her and sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. I handed her the chocolate with the note written upon it. She took it in her small hands and turned it around to read the note.

To Brielle,

I know you're going through sad shit and I mean sad, sad shit like worst than the ending of Titanic or Romeo and Juliet, but he's a fuckhead. He doesn't deserve you. This may not be a good Christmas for you, but I know girls LOVE chocolate so here's some to make your Christmas 80% better.

From Jaxon. x

"I know my handwriting looks like Egyptian hieroglyphics or some sort of ancient curse, but I just wanted you to know you're not alone. Just because Owen broke up with you doesn't mean you still can't be happy because you can. This is just another bump in the road for you. It'll get better soon," I explained to her as she stared ahead.

The girl I was looking at and talking to wasn't Brielle. She wasn't bubbly or happy and that sass was gone from her personality. She's like a helium balloon after a few days where it's just sunk to the ground and lies there. Weird way of describing it, but okay. She was utterly heartbroken and her eyes hardly had any light in them whatsoever.

"It just still kind of hurts," she muttered and I nodded in response. I understood how hurt she was, but she can't let it ruin her Christmas, "I wasn't expecting it and when it happened, Ivy just fucking snapped at me. She was saying I was causing a scene when I wasn't."

"Y-Yeah, I know. I know you didn't. Knowing Ivy, she probably just said that to make you feel bad," I told her as I brought her to my chest. She's never done anything to Ivy—I didn't even know they knew each other, but this whole situation was fucked up, "just so you know, Owen isn't forcing you and your mother to move out or anything."

"I never even thought of that, but now I'm worried. Thanks a lot, Jaxon," she muttered back again as I rubbed her back. After a few seconds, she released a snort and giggle to follow. I pulled back to look at her. A small smile appeared on her face, one that looked slightly forced except I didn't want to ask about it in case she started to cry again.

"This is my favourite chocolate. Thank you." I watched as she unwrapped the bar and snapped a piece off for me and one for herself. I ate it and we settled into a comfortable conversation. It wasn't necessarily a goal of mine to make her feel as happy as she was before her breakup because I knew it wasn't possible right

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