Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)(3)
My sister Willow had ruined everything. Together, with the help of Stoshua, my ex, they went behind my back and destroyed my hopes of being happy. For close to four years I’d been trying to wrap my head around how they’d figured me out, and destroyed my life - again.
People think I’m insane. They said I shouldn’t ever be let out of the institution; that I’m a danger to myself and others around me.
Perhaps there are parts of me they can’t begin to understand, yet crazy isn’t what I would call it. I’d been cast out, malnourished of love and favoritism.
I’d been pushed aside for a better rendition. My twin sister Willow was preferred, getting all the attention from our well-off parents. At a young age it was obvious who they were more proud of. No matter how hard I tried, I knew I’d never be the one they gloated about.
I suppose there was a time when we were close, back when we didn’t know what possessions meant. Since we’d been born on the same day, we’d learned from an early age to share our belongings. Middle school changed that. We started having different tastes. I wanted long hair, while she kept hers shoulder length. We wore styles of clothes to suit our personalities. While I was spunky and fun, Willow preferred to dress conservative. She enjoyed nestling in a corner and getting lost in a book. I was a big television guru, getting most of my keen fashion know-how from reality shows. Even our tastes in boys seemed to be opposite.
It wasn’t until high school, when I saw a spark ignite in my sister - one I felt threatened by. She was gorgeous to a fault – obviously, since we shared a face. Except, Willow didn’t know it. She saw herself as plain, and I enjoyed being in the limelight. I joined the cheerleading squad and became captain after my second year. Guys fell over me, and I accepted the attention. I liked how when I was at school, or socializing, Willow wasn’t the favorite twin. In fact, most people ignored her like the plague.
It wasn’t until a new guy showed up our senior year when I noticed a change. They hung out every day, and the way they fawned over each other was almost sickening.
Suddenly I became jealous. In all my endeavors and experiences with the opposite sex, I’d never had a guy look at me the way he did her. It was obvious it was mutual, even though neither would admit it.
When my sister fell in love with Stoshua I saw an opportunity. Aside from my issues with my sister, I happened to sleep with someone I didn’t exactly favor spending long amounts of time with. I’d taken a pregnancy test and realized that a one-night-stand had resulted in irreparable consequences. Knowing the guy had nothing going for him, I needed a way to break it to my parents where they would at least support me.
It was my turn to make a change. I devised a long-term plan; one that seemed fail proof. I’d take what was hers and make it mine. I’d force Stoshua to love me. Willow would eventually go away and never come back, and I’d have the guy every girl dreamed of being with. I’d finally have my parents to myself, where they’d praise me for being mature and determined.
I thought my life was planned out. Never in a million years did I think I’d lose the baby, and any hope of convincing Stoshua I was the woman he should have been with. The doctors said I’d never conceive again. It broke me, causing Stoshua to wonder why he’d given up everything to marry someone he never truly loved.
My plan was to give him a child, and figure out a way to make him love me again. I thought I’d get away with it. I believed we had something special.
It may have taken them four years to get back together, but in that time I’d actually fallen hard for him. Willow took it all from me in a matter of days; my future with Stosh, and all hopes of becoming a mother again.
“Ivy, did you hear me?” Doctor Simmons asked. “Do you want to talk about your last visitation?”
I snapped out of my daydream and back to reality. “No. There was no visitation. No one showed up. I haven’t seen my parents in a while, and my sister hasn’t visited me for over a year.”
“That’s why I’m inquiring. How did it make you feel?”
My parents used to visit a lot, but after a while they came less frequent. Now I was lucky to see them every few months. I knew it was because they were with my sister and her perfect little family, while I was stuck in this hell-hole, forced to eat shit food and pretend life was rainbows and sunshine. “I’m used to it.” I looked across the desk at the dark-haired man in his early forties. His brown eyes were focused on my body language, while I studied his attributes. Full lips made it impossible not to notice them, and his round nose complimented his chiseled jaw-line. What I like most about the good doctor was his long eyelashes that I’d kill to have for myself. Sometimes he looked like he had on eye makeup when I knew he didn’t.
He parted his lips and leaned back in his reclining office chair, tapping his pen between his fingers. “I didn’t ask you if you were used to it. I want to know how it makes you feel.”
I thought for a few more seconds, causing him to wait for my answer on purpose. He squinted his eyes, focused on figuring me out. It was what I hated about him. He was always trying to solve problems. When he wasn’t badgering patients for their deepest thoughts, one could find him with his head stuck in a crossword. “How would it make you feel?”
He sighed and let out an air-filled laugh. This was the game we played during our sessions. He’d try his hardest to get me to spill, while I’d do my damndest to piss him off. We all have to be good at something.