After leaving their home one rainy night in a panic, Jenny and Mia Waters, identical twins, have to start a new life, living in a fourplex on the outskirts of a town they’ve never heard of, surrounded by mysterious characters, their lives unraveling slowly.
It was on that miserable autumn evening when Jenny, Mia and their mom came home and found their dad in bed with their neighbor, that the course of their lives changed forever.
Plucked from their home, they drove for hours in the rain on an unfamiliar highway. Their mother, inconsolable, did her best to keep the car on the road as they headed for a nameless town. They were starting over.
The next day, in the early light of daybreak, it was obvious that they had no idea where they were. They had gone from living in a large suburban house with their married parents to a cramped, tiny two-bedroom apartment perched on the edge of a tiny and lifeless town with their embittered mom.
Everything about their surroundings was new, startling to their sets of identical eyes.
Time wandered. They tried to move on. As winter bore down, out of a fog that only seemed to appear at night, a new family moved into the apartment downstairs. The father seemed stern and proud. The mother was quick moving but quiet. The son, he was a dreamer. He swayed to music that no one else could hear.
At once, the girls were mesmerized. They loved his feathered hair and cold eyes. They loved his aloof manner, his sexy swaying. It was all too much for their twelve-year-old minds. Too much for their hearts and bodies.
At school, the boy from downstairs appeared suddenly. He slinked through the hallways, appearing to float some inches from the ground. Everybody loved him. All the girls wanted him. The only person he ever acknowledged, though, was Jenny.
With spring came notes that began to appear in her locker and on her front step. He wrote that he wanted to be with her. Her and not her identical twin.
The first time Jenny and him were together, one cool pre dawn morning, they took a walk into the abandoned subdivision where he had set up a home away from home. Getting more familiar, they began to meet there daily, rarely talking, sometimes holding hands but never saying anything. This was her secret. No one, not even Mia knew about their meetings; how he held her hand, put his arm around her shoulder. But never did it feel wrong. Jenny felt he was just looking for love, a sympathetic heart.
On one hot and still summer morning, Jenny clutched a note from him as she rode her bike across town. The note told her to meet him at the town’s football field at dawn. There they sat in the middle of the field, his hand on hers as they faced the sun. He didn’t say anything as he moved his hands all over her. She didn’t complain about being twelve and losing her virginity. Added up, it was awkward and over quickly, and to her it seemed like a dream. Afterwards, she slept and he left without a sound, but not before giving her his Walkman.
It was the smell that told everyone in the apartment building that something was wrong. It was the girls who found the bodies of Jason’s parents. Jason was no where to be found, and Jenny was the only person in the world who held the key to this little secret, al
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Published July 13, 2011
Literature & Fiction.