01

« You’re such a weenie. » I said, throwing a bunch of popcorn into my mouth and chewing.

My best friend, Annabelle was sighing as she stared at the TV « I don’t even know how you have so many tattoos. Even getting one scares the jesus out of me. » she murmured as she watched Dear Jhon tears playing in her eyes.

Suddenly, music blared through the room causing Annabelle to jump, I reached over and picked up my phone « Hello. » I said, not reading the caller ID.

I immediately regretted it, hearing the voice of my mother blare through the speakers « You are getting home right this minute ! » she exclaimed her voice one of anger instead of love and care like it should be.

« I’m having my sleep over with Annabelle. » I said to my mother, she liked Annabelle ; she thought Annabelle was a good influence on me and she loved me hanging around with her.

« You are getting here right this minute or else I am going to…-« My mother began.

I cut her off, not wanting to hear her next words « Fine, I’m coming. » I said.

I said my goodbyes to Annabelle and drove towards my house, driving into my high class neighbourhood reminded me how out of place I was.

Everyone here cared about nothing but their reputation, they based who a person was on the amount of money they had in the bank and how big their house was.

No wonder my family was the top on the social ladder, my father was a lawyer. He owned multiple law firms around the city and my mother was just the biggest socialite their was.

I parked my car into our drive way and walked towards the door of my overly sized house, I clicked the button on my keys instantly locking my precious car. Not that I should, its not like anyone would steal anything in this neighbourhood they were rich enough to afford everything.

The minute I stepped into the front room my mother dropped a box on the table, I took off my jacket, throwing my car keys on the table also. I examined the box squinting my eyes to read it, I couldn’t.

« Pregnancy test box ! » My mother snapped, crossing her arms across her chest.

I released a breath, « I thought it was something crazy. » I said, staring at my mother wondering what the problem was.

« You’re having sex ?! » My mother exclaimed.

Yes.

« No ! That’s not mine ! » I explained « Its Casey’s, ohmygosh. Mother you were with me when she did the test ! » I said, mirroring my mothers actions crossing my tattooed arms across my chest.

How could she forget ?

My mother’s features softened « Oh yes…I’m so stupid. » She said.

Yes, I was having sex. However, I wasn’t stupid enough to go and get pregnant ! I lost my virginity to a boy I was completely happy with at the time, I still am. He’s a good friend, he gave me my first tattoo. The tattoo which began the whirlwind of all these tattoos and piercings.

Losing my virginity to him hadn’t been a mistake, we had been dating for a year -much my parents displeasure- and I wanted to have a more intimate relationship with him. So I gave it up.

He helped me allot. People would accuse him of rough and demanding sex. However, he made it the best experience a girl could have, he had booked a hotel room he kept on asking me if I was okay he refused to do it unless I was absolutely sure.

It was amazing.

« Well, its good your home. » My mother said « Tomorrow were all going to the villa. » My mother told me « so you’re going to pack. » she said.

« Danniella and Danielle ! Were running late. » My father bellowed from down the stairs, I finished tying up my boots and made my way down the stairs.

« I dont even want to go. » I mumbled as I handed my father my black suitcase, he placed it on the floor beside all the other suitcases.

« Same here. » He grumbled.

I grinned patting my father on the shoulder « Gosh, the love you show mother. » I said sarcastically.

Today we were going to the family villa where mother sets up a nice little gathering with family and friends every summer holiday, typically it lasted three to four weeks. Only mother’s closest family and friends were invited.

II had no friends in that group. Typically. Not like I cared though, I’d rather not compare how much money I had with other people.

Naturally, they loved my twin sister, Daniella. She was everything I wasn’t.

Once we got to the villa, my mother demanded me and Daniella share a bedroom. Just to show people that were a tight knit happy family. I snorted at that fact.

As I placed my things in my wardrobe my primped up sister walked in ; struggling with her bags. « Wow, were only here for four weeks not for the rest of our lives. » I said as she dropped multiple suitcases on the floor.

She flipped her natural blonde hair over her shoulder, « Some people want to look good. » she said in a snotty voice.

I rolled my eyes « Got a little bit of a cold Daniella ? » I teased.

She grunted « Shut up. » She snapped.

I obliged sliding my suitcase under my bed. I stripped myself of my clothes staying in my matching hot red pantie and bra set which I had bought from Victorias Secret for a christmas present to Daniella but she pissed me off so I kept them for myself. Not giving it to her. I dropped into bed intending to catch up with sleep.

I stared at my sister, unable to sleep. She had long blonde hair which she hadn’t cut it in god knows how long, while I had dyed mine black, cut it so it ended just below my shoulders.

She had perfect creamy skin while my arms were covered in images and colours that were forever etched into my skin. She was free of any piercings except the ears while I had a tongue, two lip, ears, bellybutton, clit, nipple piercings.

« You need to be up before the guests get here. » She hissed folding her pink sweater and placing it in the open drawer.

« Wake me up then. » I snapped pulling the duvet up, over my head.

It felt like I had barely any sleep before my sister rudely awoke me, she looked perfect in her yellow dress I imagine I would look like that if it wasn’t for that fact mother wouldn’t want me to showcase my body art.

Nolan P.O.V

She was different.

Not what I was usually attracted to.

She was the kind of girl I strayed away from.

I was talking to my fathers friend about shares, when she walked in.

I gulped, excusing myself from the conversation. I walked towards the champagne table picking up a cup of coca cola. She looked bored.

I saw Daniella beside her and noticed the resemblance, I understood then that she was Daniella’s infamous twin. She had short black hair that dropped in flutters below her shoulders while Daniella had her natural hair it was in a braid, a braid that ended just above her butt. Daniella’s twin had worn a black skin tight dress that clung to all her curves, she had paired that with a pair of black heels her tattoos on show.