She caused it all

Angela's eyes were now glowing with unshed tears, mirroring the pain and confusion in her heart. She took a step closer, desperation evident on her face.

"But, Anita, I can't leave you like this. We've always been there for each other. We can figure this out together," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire to protect Angela and the realization that our paths had been separated. "Angela, my life is entangled in chaos. You deserve a chance at a normal life. Go back to our parents, let them know you're safe."

The room felt heavy, and Angela's eyes bore into mine, seeking a hint of tension. "I can't just abandon you," she whispered.

A sigh escaped me, and I finally looked directly into her eyes. "You're not abandoning me. You're choosing a life free from the troubles that have haunted us. I'll find a way to handle things on my own."

Angela's shoulders drooped, and she wiped away a tear with the back of her hand. "I never thought it would come to this. I thought that we would always be together ."

"As they say, life is unpredictable, Angela," I replied, my voice filled with sadness. "This is for the best. You'll be happier without the burden of our secrets. You will be happier without me."

With a sad heart, she prepared to leave, but before going, Angela threw herself into an embrace. "I'm sorry for everything, Anita. I never meant to cause you pain. I am sorry for every hurtful thing that I have said."

I hugged her back, feeling the warmth of our twin bond, but the weight of the decision settled heavily on my shoulders. "Take care of yourself, Angela. Live the life you deserve."

She pulled away, her eyes searching mine for a final confirmation. "Will you be okay?"

"I'll find a way. I always do," I assured her, my voice stronger than I felt inside.

With a heavy heart, Angela left the room, leaving me alone with the consequences of our shattered reality.

……………

Walking down the stairs, a weird heaviness clung to me. There, in all her fancy glory, was my mother, Crystal, shamelessly arguing with the guards.

*Seriously, not the plan!*

………

Facing the stern-faced security officers, Crystal didn't hold back. "What do you mean, I can't see my daughter? This is my friend's hotel! So be careful, or else you get fired!"

One officer tried to explain, "We were given strict orders, ma'am. No one is allowed upstairs."

Mom crossed her arms, not taking no for an answer. "I don't care about your orders. My daughter is up there, and I demand to see her."

The tension hung thick, like mist on a gloomy morning. I stepped in, hoping to stop the situation. "Mom, they're just doing their job. Let me handle this."

Mom shot me a glare, clearly not thrilled by the security protocol. "Angela, this is ridiculous. Why are they acting like I'm a stranger in this hotel? Don't they know who I am?"

With an air of authority, she continued pressing the officers. "I won't leave until I see my daughter. Rules or no rules."

I tried to explain, "Mom, we're hiding for a reason. Anita's in trouble, and we can't risk—"

She cut me off, eyes fixed on the officers. "I don't care. I won't let some security protocol keep me from my own children."

The officers exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they were dealing with a determined mother on a mission. As the arguments wanted to escalate, I quickly told the guards that we were together, they then allowed my mother in.

"Angela!" Mom said, looking really annoyed.

"Mom," I replied, my voice filled with gladness and hope.

She eyed me, all confused. "What's happening? What is going on?"

I gestured for her to follow. "Mom, we need to talk. Someone needs you, so please, behave yourself."

As we passed through the hotel's posh halls, my mom's impatience grew. "Angela, spill. What's the deal? Where are you taking me to?"

Explaining this mess to Mom felt like trying to explain memes to a grandparent. It was very complicated, and unbelievable.

"Mom, it's complicated. Anita needs you, so just cooperate and follow me." I replied with a polite voice, wondering what my sister was up to.

Crystal glanced at her daughter, concerned about her weight and body features.

"Angela, where is Anita? Why are you two hiding like this?"

Angela sighed, preparing herself to reveal the complicated truth. "Mom, it's a long story, but Anita you will explain to you."

Crystal hesitated for a moment, her eyes examining Angela's face for any signs of deceit. Satisfied with what she saw, she reluctantly agreed to follow her daughter.

As they approached Anita's room, Angela couldn't shake off the nervous energy. She opened the door slowly, revealing Anita sitting on the bed, tears streaming down her face. The room, dimly lit, felt heavy with the weight of emotions.

"Anita, Mom's here," Angela announced softly, gesturing for Crystal to enter.

Anita looked up, her eyes red from crying. The sight of her mother triggered a mix of relief and anxiety. "Mom? Angela? What are you guys doing here?"

Crystal approached Anita cautiously, her tone trying to convey an act of concern. "Anita, what's going on? Why are you both hiding like this?"

Amidst sniffles, Anita kept quiet, wondering what she was going to say, but Angela's comforting face gave her the courage to talk.

She told her mother about how her father wanted Angela to marry a killer, and how the groom killed seven assassins. But she didn't tell her that her wedding story was a lie.

Crystal listened carefully, a mix of shock, worry, and anger flashing across her face.

Although on a normal day, she would have laughed at Anita, but, because of everything she had personally been through in the hands of their Father, Anthony, she believed them.

"I can't believe you've been going through all this alone," Crystal said, her voice filled with maternal concern. "You should have reached out to me sooner. I would have settled it!"

Anita looked down, her voice shaky. "I didn't want to burden you, I thought we could handle it ourselves.

Moreover, if I had told you earlier you wouldn't have believed me."

Crystal sighed, standing awkwardly in the room. "Well, I guess you are right.

Anyway, I'm here now. What do you want from me?"

Angela, sensing the tension, interjected with a touch of humor. "Mom, you have no idea how many guards I had to dodge to get you in here."

Crystal raised an eyebrow, still visibly uncomfortable. "Well, I'm here. What do you want, Angela dear?"

Angela decided to leave them alone to sort out their differences. "I'll leave you two alone to catch up for a while. There's a lot to discuss," she said, exiting the room with a hint of a smirk.

Once Angela left, Anita and Crystal sat in awkward silence. The rich and seemingly distant Crystal found herself in the middle of a motel room, facing a daughter she hadn't been close to in years.

Anita, feeling the weight of her mother's presence, decided to cut through the tension. "Look, Mom, l don't need your help. I will manage just fine without you."

Crystal, her eyes narrowing slightly, responded, "I didn't come here to offer help either. Angela insisted, and I couldn't possibly leave my daughters stranded."

Anita folded her arms defensively. "Well, thanks, but no thanks. I don't want you getting involved in our mess. You should be with your numerous boyfriends, or maybe on a private island, chilling."