The next day, I woke up from the noise of my alarm clock. It was ringing continuously even thought I already press the snooze button.
"What the hell happened to you today?", I asked the alarm clock as if it would reply.
I stare at the wall for a minute before I stand up and decided to start my day. After I stood up, I went to my bathroom and washed my face, and then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for myself.
I was about to put the foods onto my mouth but then I realized that I forgot my phone upstairs, so I stopped what I was doing and I went back to my room to get my phone.
While I was scrolling down on some article when an article from a site about the bodies that are found near the river bank caught mg eye. I dropped the spoon and I was left dumbfounded.
“I know these kids”, I said to myself. “No! This can’t be them!”.
Tears slowly dripping and my heart started to tighten. I can't explain the regrets and anger in my heart. The "what if's" keep coming into my mind as I cry in agony.
What if I did help them yesterday? Would it come to this if I did something yesterday?
"This is all my fault!", I said to myself.
I didn't ate my breakfast that morning but instead I went upstairs to change my clothes and went to where the bodies were found.
When I got there, I saw people still talking and looking at where the bodies were exactly found. I approached one of them and asked them what exactly happened.
He told me what he knew and I listened carefully.
"Where are the bodies now?", I asked him while he was still in the middle of the story.
"Oh, the ambulance already took them", he replied. I didn't let him finish the story he was currently telling me and run my way to the nearest hospital.
I went to the morgue and asked the people who are assigned there about the twins, but they said they can't give me the bodies yet since they have to do an autopsy on them. I don't have an enough evidence to prove that I am the twins’ aunt.
I went home crying with disappointment and anger. I was already at my front door when I finally got all the courage to decide to go to my brother and his wife's house.
"What are doing here?", Rosemarie asked with a smirk on her face.
I glared at her and walked passed her.
"HEY!", she shouted at me from behind. I looked at her and glared again.
"WHAT?!", I yelled.
She walked closer towards me and was about to grab my shoulder. I turned around and step back as fast as I could.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME WITH YOUR DIRTY HANDS!", I shouted while looking at her straight in the eyes.
I heard footsteps from the stairs. They sound like my brother's footsteps. I think he heard the noise coming from downstairs because we were yelling.
"Why are you two yelling?", he asked. I look at him with disgust as he was standing in front of me.
"And why are you looking at me like that?", he asked again all confused.
"How can you pretend you don't know anything?", I questioned and my tears slowly falling from my eyes.
Vision became blurry as seconds passed by caused by the tears in my eyes.
He approached me and grabbed my wrist. I slapped his hand so he'll took his hands off my wrist.
"DON'T TOUCH ME!", I yelled in his face. "YOU AND YOU!", I said as I point each on of them. "DON'T TOUCH ME!", I yelled again.
"Why are you like that?", he asked me looking and pretending like he was innocent.
I got more angry knowing that they are pretending that nothing happened and still go on with their life.
"Where are the twins?", I asked and glared at him. I walked passed him and didn't let him reply to my question. I was about to go to the basement when he stopped me by grabbing my wrist.
"Let me go", I said and tried my best to let go of his grip. I gave up and when I can't let him let go of my wrist.
"Why won't you let go?", I asked. I look at him in the eyes and I spoke. "I knew everything", that's all I said.
He dropped to his knees while still holding my wrist. He facing the floor and he couldn’t bear to look at me straight in eyes.
"I'm so sorry", he apologized and cried. I heard a footstep from behind and I know that Rosemarie is coming towards our direction.
"These are all her fault", he whispered. "She made me do it", he said and right after he said that, Rosemarie came and she was standing behind my brother.
"Why are you blaming me? Why are you pointing your finger at me when we did it all, together?", she asked while grinning.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Are you afraid that your precious little sister will find out about your dirty little secret?", she asked and laughed.
She step closer and sat down as she forced my brother to look at her. She put her hand on my brother's head and touched my brother's hair and she combing it with her hand.
"Are you feeling guilty now?", she asked sarcastically.
My brother looked at her in the eyes and pushed her.
"YOU MADE ME DO IT ALL", my brother shouted at her. She just smiled as she looks at us.
"Don't blame it all to me, honey", she calmly said and walked away. “I’m not your little rug”.
"COME BACK HERE, YOU WENCH", my brother shouted from the top of his lungs while tears kept falling from his eyes.
Guilt can be felt from his tone of voice and can be seen from his face. I walked away from their mansion because I feel like the place is suffocating me.
Days, weeks, and months after that day, I stopped talking to my brother. I changed my house locks so he can't get in if I'm not home. I started working because I don't want to spend the money my brother gave me.
After a year, I heard from my work that Rosemarie is pregnant. My eyes widened and all of what happened a year ago came back. I was scared that they might hurt that child she was bearing like they did to the twins. Every night, I prayed to God that it won't happen again and that they'll just love her.
I kept on living all by myself and I wasn't talking to my brother anymore as if he didn't exist. I applied to different jobs to make money for a living. It was indeed hard to work for your own survival, but it's also satisfying to have made by your own sweat.
8 months later
I was working overtime one night at the conveniece store I work at as a cashier and a part-timer. When I got home in the middle of the night, I saw my front door wide open. My heart beats so fast and I immediately took my pepperspray out of my bag. I look around outside to find something I can use to protect myself aside from the pepperspray in my hand. I saw a long and thick stick just a footstep away from me. I was walking tiptoed towards the stick to avoid making unnecessary noises. I grabbed the stick and went back to my original position while my hands are shaking. I didn't hear any noise inside the house, so I slowly went inside while I was pointing my phone's flashlight on every direction of the house. The house is really dark and its scary than I thought it would be. I carefully examine the place before going to the light switch to turn on the lights, I made sure it’s safe for me to go in completely.
When the lights are already on, I saw the whole house more clearly. The house wasn't a mess like I thought it would be, and there's nothing missing. The tv is still on the place where I put it, and all my valuable things are still here. But I feel like something is still wrong, I just don't know what it is.
Atlas! A cry made by an infant was heard and the crying sound came from upstairs. I froze and hairs all over my body stood up. I was creeped by the crying sound because why the hell would there be a baby crying when I don't have a child yet, so does a boyfriend.
Even though I am really scared, I still went upstairs to find out if there is indeed a baby in the house. The hallway the leads to my room is really dark and creepy, but I don't know what's gotten into me but I kept walking nearer and nearer to my room. When I got to my bedroom door, it was slightly open.