Chapter Seven: A Not-So Grand Entrance
I could hear people starting to arrive downstairs so I hurried to put on my makeup. My blue eye shadow complemented my sky blue eyes and the back mascara made me look exotic and mysterious. My black hair was curled up into a bun at the back of my head. When I stepped out of my room both Anthony and Trevor were coming towards me from different directions. Anthony wore a dark blue suit and he had his dark brown hair styled with gel. His tie matched his turquoise eyes. He smiled at me mischievously. He took my hand in his and started to lead me to the front stairwell when Trevor took my other hand and whispered in my ear. "Tell him to get lost," I glared at him. Trevor and Anthony had not been getting along well since Anthony arrived. I thought they would both be thrilled to find out they had a twin; I know I certainly would be, but they ignored eachother when they weren't fighting over me. Trevor had been telling me from the day Anthony arrived that he was looking at me in a different way than a brother would look at a sister. I denied it at first, but then it started to become more evident. Every morning Anthony would pick me up at my room as if I wasn't capable of walking down the stairs on my own. I saw how much he had missed me while he was still in Monkton so I let him walk me to breakfast. He sat with me at lunch at school and even bought me little presents every so often. I told him not to but he wouldn't listen. Anthony had changed so much that he wasn't even close to being the same brother I knew in Monkton. I missed my Monkton Anthony, the sweet, caring brother I had known. I knew Trevor and Anthony fought all the time because of me and it made me feel awful. I felt like I was the cause of all the arguing that went on in our house. I told this all to Trevor but he said it wasn't my fault that Anthony had an unnatural lust for me. I told him it wasn't unnatural, we weren't related, but he wouldn't listen. Trevor was very stubborn. That was one thing he had in common with his twin. "Trevor," I scolded under my breath. We all walked down the staircase together. Everyone in the room below turned to stare at me escorted by the two best-looking twin brothers in Toronto. At the bottom of the stairs there was a fork. One path led right and the other led left. I sensed a conflict coming on. I was right. Anthony pulled me to the right and Trevor pulled me to the left. I felt my foot slip on the bottom stair. I gasped in horror as I felt myself go down. I almost hit the ground before Trevor grabbed my arm and I was saved. I fell into him letting go of Anthony's hand. Everyone clapped and I sighed, a crisis averted. Well almost. I looked over at Anthony and he was staring at me like he couldn't dream of life with me. There was a wistful look in his eyes. Then anger burned in his eyes as people started crowding around Trevor and I. "That was so romantic," Jessica squealed. We both laughed at my almost fall. She thought everything was romantic. It was beyond me how almost falling down the stairs could be romantic. She read to many romance novels if you ask me. Gina was already hanging off of Anthony's arm, but he was barely paying attention to her. He was staring at me, not caring who saw. I decided then and there that I was not going to let Anthony's jealousy ruin my party. We danced, and ate and talked to all our school friends together. It was getting to end of the night when Anthony asked me to dance. Trevor was dancing with Jessica so I didn't see the harm in it. "I could have saved you," he whispered, his lips close to my ear as we danced slowly. I didn't say anything. "What do you see in him?" he asked. "Anthony, can we please not talk about this?" I begged, "You have to try to get to know Trevor, he's your brother and my boyfriend and you have to accept that," "You'll be mine one day Princess," he turned and walked away from me, leaving me trembling on the dance floor. The way he had said the name Pop had always used for me gave me shivers. I said goodbye to all my guests awhile later and went up to my room. I was just changing into my pajamas when there was a knock on the door. I quickly finished changing and let them in. It was Trevor. "You looked really great tonight," he said smiling. I was grateful that he wasn't in here to complain about Anthony's behavior.
"Thank you," I said. We kissed gently and he led me over to my bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lay back against the pillows. He started to unbutton my pajama top. "I love you Skye," he mumbled between passionate kisses. I answered by taking off my top. "I'll always love you," he said. "You better," I teased. My heart was thumping loudly. I was very nervous about this, but I loved Trevor, I wanted this. We got under the covers and showed eachother how in love we were. Afterwards I lay in his arms and stared up at the ceiling. "Do you still love me?" I asked. "Of course I do," he said. We fell asleep together in my bed in eachother arms. And I foolishly wished that we could stay that way forever. But of course with something good always came something evil. I had many examples of that in my life. And tonight would be no exception.
I woke up to a loud thump that came from the room beside mine. My eyes snapped open. Trevor was gone. He must have gone back to his room while I was still asleep, I thought. I glanced at my clock; it was 5:30am. I got out of bed and put on a robe. I knew the thump had come from Anthony's room. I snuck out into the hall and went to his door. I knocked twice. No answer. "Anthony," I called quietly. I opened the door slowly and gasped at what I saw. The walls of Anthony's room were covered in pictures of me. Big ones and small ones, the entire room was a collage of me. There were even some baby pictures and pictures from Monkton. That is when I realized that Anthony hadn't just developed a crush on me, he had been obsessed with me ever since we lived in the trailer. Even though he thought we were brother and sister! He was in love with me. Suddenly he jumped out from behind the door. "You weren't supposed to see it yet, but oh well, what do you think?" he had a drowsy look in his eyes. But they were alert and wide waiting for my reaction. I only stood there and stared in horror. Anthony jumped up in the air and flailed around like a fish out of water. I stepped back afraid of his strange behavior. "Anthony, why did you do this?" I finally choked out. He stared at me, a hurt look forming on his face, "You mean you don't know?" he asked, "I love you always and forever," he chanted "always and forever," over and over again until I couldn't stand it anymore. I ran from the room tears of confusion burning under my lids. I ran to Gregory's room and pounded on the door. "GREGORY! WAKE UP!" I screamed. Maxine came to the door with an angry look on her face. "What are you doing?" she demanded. I pushed past her to the bed where Gregory was sitting up rubbing his eyes. "What is going on?" he asked groggily. "Anthony is going crazy!" I cried. "What?" he asked. I explained the collage in his room and the chanting he was doing. Gregory jumped out of bed and went to Anthony's room. I sat in the bedroom with Maxine who didn't try to comfort me at all. I was balling my eyes out but she just sat there looking annoyed. I was terrified. What was wrong with Anthony? Finally Gregory came back. "I called the doctor, he gave him drugs to help him sleep," he explained, "in a different room of course," I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm going to send him to live with his real mother's parents in Ottawa, they will look after him for awhile," Gregory said, "I think.. he needs to be away from you," I started to cry again. I was the cause of all the pain and suffering that went on in La Vie. I saw the way Gregory looked. It looked like he was losing his son all over again. He looked tired and ragged. Anthony was having some sort of mental break down because of me. Trevor suddenly came charging into the room looking distraught. "What's going on?" he demanded. Gregory explained the situation to his son and Trevor looked at me with an "I told you so" look on his face. "Don't look at me like that," I said angrily. I didn't need him to make me feel worse than I already did. He came over and hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry," was all he said. But I could tell he didn't really mean it. He was happy his own brother was leaving. He had been so overcome with jealousy. I had been trying ever since Anthony had arrived to convince Trevor that I loved him but he wouldn't let go of the idea that Anthony was in love with me. So, it turned out to be true but I loved Trevor and I had showed him that earlier that very night. I was sick of his jealousy towards someone who he should love. "Don't you care that your brother is leaving?" I demanded pulling away from him. He stared down at me, surprised by my outburst, "Yes," he said. "Oh, that's convincing," I growled. Trevor looked hurt, but I just couldn't bring myself to care. Maybe I should have been nicer to Trevor, I had already lost one of them, I couldn't lose both of them. But I felt terrible about Anthony, it would have been so much better if I hadn't told Gregory about him. He would have been fine in Monkton, away from me, away from the dark secrets that lurked in every corner of La Vie. But it was too late now. Anthony would be gone in the morning and it was all my fault.
I could hear people starting to arrive downstairs so I hurried to put on my makeup. My blue eye shadow complemented my sky blue eyes and the back mascara made me look exotic and mysterious. My black hair was curled up into a bun at the back of my head. When I stepped out of my room both Anthony and Trevor were coming towards me from different directions. Anthony wore a dark blue suit and he had his dark brown hair styled with gel. His tie matched his turquoise eyes. He smiled at me mischievously. He took my hand in his and started to lead me to the front stairwell when Trevor took my other hand and whispered in my ear. "Tell him to get lost," I glared at him. Trevor and Anthony had not been getting along well since Anthony arrived. I thought they would both be thrilled to find out they had a twin; I know I certainly would be, but they ignored eachother when they weren't fighting over me. Trevor had been telling me from the day Anthony arrived that he was looking at me in a different way than a brother would look at a sister. I denied it at first, but then it started to become more evident. Every morning Anthony would pick me up at my room as if I wasn't capable of walking down the stairs on my own. I saw how much he had missed me while he was still in Monkton so I let him walk me to breakfast. He sat with me at lunch at school and even bought me little presents every so often. I told him not to but he wouldn't listen. Anthony had changed so much that he wasn't even close to being the same brother I knew in Monkton. I missed my Monkton Anthony, the sweet, caring brother I had known. I knew Trevor and Anthony fought all the time because of me and it made me feel awful. I felt like I was the cause of all the arguing that went on in our house. I told this all to Trevor but he said it wasn't my fault that Anthony had an unnatural lust for me. I told him it wasn't unnatural, we weren't related, but he wouldn't listen. Trevor was very stubborn. That was one thing he had in common with his twin. "Trevor," I scolded under my breath. We all walked down the staircase together. Everyone in the room below turned to stare at me escorted by the two best-looking twin brothers in Toronto. At the bottom of the stairs there was a fork. One path led right and the other led left. I sensed a conflict coming on. I was right. Anthony pulled me to the right and Trevor pulled me to the left. I felt my foot slip on the bottom stair. I gasped in horror as I felt myself go down. I almost hit the ground before Trevor grabbed my arm and I was saved. I fell into him letting go of Anthony's hand. Everyone clapped and I sighed, a crisis averted. Well almost. I looked over at Anthony and he was staring at me like he couldn't dream of life with me. There was a wistful look in his eyes. Then anger burned in his eyes as people started crowding around Trevor and I. "That was so romantic," Jessica squealed. We both laughed at my almost fall. She thought everything was romantic. It was beyond me how almost falling down the stairs could be romantic. She read to many romance novels if you ask me. Gina was already hanging off of Anthony's arm, but he was barely paying attention to her. He was staring at me, not caring who saw. I decided then and there that I was not going to let Anthony's jealousy ruin my party. We danced, and ate and talked to all our school friends together. It was getting to end of the night when Anthony asked me to dance. Trevor was dancing with Jessica so I didn't see the harm in it. "I could have saved you," he whispered, his lips close to my ear as we danced slowly. I didn't say anything. "What do you see in him?" he asked. "Anthony, can we please not talk about this?" I begged, "You have to try to get to know Trevor, he's your brother and my boyfriend and you have to accept that," "You'll be mine one day Princess," he turned and walked away from me, leaving me trembling on the dance floor. The way he had said the name Pop had always used for me gave me shivers. I said goodbye to all my guests awhile later and went up to my room. I was just changing into my pajamas when there was a knock on the door. I quickly finished changing and let them in. It was Trevor. "You looked really great tonight," he said smiling. I was grateful that he wasn't in here to complain about Anthony's behavior.
"Thank you," I said. We kissed gently and he led me over to my bed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lay back against the pillows. He started to unbutton my pajama top. "I love you Skye," he mumbled between passionate kisses. I answered by taking off my top. "I'll always love you," he said. "You better," I teased. My heart was thumping loudly. I was very nervous about this, but I loved Trevor, I wanted this. We got under the covers and showed eachother how in love we were. Afterwards I lay in his arms and stared up at the ceiling. "Do you still love me?" I asked. "Of course I do," he said. We fell asleep together in my bed in eachother arms. And I foolishly wished that we could stay that way forever. But of course with something good always came something evil. I had many examples of that in my life. And tonight would be no exception.
I woke up to a loud thump that came from the room beside mine. My eyes snapped open. Trevor was gone. He must have gone back to his room while I was still asleep, I thought. I glanced at my clock; it was 5:30am. I got out of bed and put on a robe. I knew the thump had come from Anthony's room. I snuck out into the hall and went to his door. I knocked twice. No answer. "Anthony," I called quietly. I opened the door slowly and gasped at what I saw. The walls of Anthony's room were covered in pictures of me. Big ones and small ones, the entire room was a collage of me. There were even some baby pictures and pictures from Monkton. That is when I realized that Anthony hadn't just developed a crush on me, he had been obsessed with me ever since we lived in the trailer. Even though he thought we were brother and sister! He was in love with me. Suddenly he jumped out from behind the door. "You weren't supposed to see it yet, but oh well, what do you think?" he had a drowsy look in his eyes. But they were alert and wide waiting for my reaction. I only stood there and stared in horror. Anthony jumped up in the air and flailed around like a fish out of water. I stepped back afraid of his strange behavior. "Anthony, why did you do this?" I finally choked out. He stared at me, a hurt look forming on his face, "You mean you don't know?" he asked, "I love you always and forever," he chanted "always and forever," over and over again until I couldn't stand it anymore. I ran from the room tears of confusion burning under my lids. I ran to Gregory's room and pounded on the door. "GREGORY! WAKE UP!" I screamed. Maxine came to the door with an angry look on her face. "What are you doing?" she demanded. I pushed past her to the bed where Gregory was sitting up rubbing his eyes. "What is going on?" he asked groggily. "Anthony is going crazy!" I cried. "What?" he asked. I explained the collage in his room and the chanting he was doing. Gregory jumped out of bed and went to Anthony's room. I sat in the bedroom with Maxine who didn't try to comfort me at all. I was balling my eyes out but she just sat there looking annoyed. I was terrified. What was wrong with Anthony? Finally Gregory came back. "I called the doctor, he gave him drugs to help him sleep," he explained, "in a different room of course," I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm going to send him to live with his real mother's parents in Ottawa, they will look after him for awhile," Gregory said, "I think.. he needs to be away from you," I started to cry again. I was the cause of all the pain and suffering that went on in La Vie. I saw the way Gregory looked. It looked like he was losing his son all over again. He looked tired and ragged. Anthony was having some sort of mental break down because of me. Trevor suddenly came charging into the room looking distraught. "What's going on?" he demanded. Gregory explained the situation to his son and Trevor looked at me with an "I told you so" look on his face. "Don't look at me like that," I said angrily. I didn't need him to make me feel worse than I already did. He came over and hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry," was all he said. But I could tell he didn't really mean it. He was happy his own brother was leaving. He had been so overcome with jealousy. I had been trying ever since Anthony had arrived to convince Trevor that I loved him but he wouldn't let go of the idea that Anthony was in love with me. So, it turned out to be true but I loved Trevor and I had showed him that earlier that very night. I was sick of his jealousy towards someone who he should love. "Don't you care that your brother is leaving?" I demanded pulling away from him. He stared down at me, surprised by my outburst, "Yes," he said. "Oh, that's convincing," I growled. Trevor looked hurt, but I just couldn't bring myself to care. Maybe I should have been nicer to Trevor, I had already lost one of them, I couldn't lose both of them. But I felt terrible about Anthony, it would have been so much better if I hadn't told Gregory about him. He would have been fine in Monkton, away from me, away from the dark secrets that lurked in every corner of La Vie. But it was too late now. Anthony would be gone in the morning and it was all my fault.