Chapter One: Lena and Krysten
Lena Green stood up out of her recliner and stretched, fingertips almost grazing the ceiling. She had fallen asleep in the rocking chair waiting for her twin sister to come home from a party. 'I need to be a lot less protective,' she thought as she walked down the hall to Krysten's room. She pushed her sister's door open and looked in. Krysten was laying in bed, asleep on her stomach. Her right arm was up under her head and her short light-blond hair fell over her closed eyes.
Lena stood in the doorway and let her eyes wander around the room. The bed was its usual mess; the covers kicked off and strewn across the floor. The rest of the room was perfectly in place. The desk in the far corner was neat with binders stacked up on one side and the remains of stories stuck down in one drawer. The laptop was plugged in and rested in the center of the desk. The cane Krysten had to use was propped up on the back of the desk chair. The book case was arranged alphabetically by title and her cell phone was plugged in and rested on the bedside table.
Lena took one last look at her sister, laying in her shorts and tank top. Lena noticed that the scars along Krysten's back were visible as her tank top rode up. Lena brushed her long black hair over her shoulders and walked in to the living room. She sat down and picked up her book for her report in English and started rocking the recliner as she read.
Krysten pried one black eye as a blast of cold air hit her in the face as her door swung shut. She stood and opened both eyes as she felt her bare feet hit the cold hard wood floor. She reached up and pulled the chain to cut her light on then reached over and slid the plastic brace of her cane up over her upper arm.
Leaning heavily on the cane, Krysten walked down the hallway and pushed open the door to the living room. She smiled as she saw Lena sitting in one of the recliners and was careful to not disturb her sister. Krysten quietly let the door swing shut behind her and padded over to the couch. She sat and watched Lena a while and then pulled her binder towards her and started to write.
Lena heard the scratching of a pen and looked up to see Krysten working on yet another story and laughed quietly. "Seems like I'm not the only one who wakes up at six anymore," Lena joked. Krysten glared across the room and shot back, "Only because you woke me up! On a Saturday, too!" Lena shrugged then asked, "How far are you getting on that one before it ends up in the land of no return?" Krysten looked down and answered, "I've got three chapters done."
Lena shook her head and muttered, "Not long then," and went back to The DaVinci Code. She dropped the book as a pillow form the couch came flying at her head. Lena only gave her sister time to breathe before tossing the pillow back. Krysten reached up and snapped it out of the air with ease, before tucking it behind her. Both girls went back to work as they heard footsteps on the stairs.
Aden Green came down the stairs and was surprised to see that Krysten wasn't in her room this early. She made her way down the hallway and gently pushed the living room door open. She rubbed her eyes and then looked again to make sure she had seen right. Both of her girls were in the same room without fighting; without even playing around and acting as if they were fighting. She turned around and walked into the kitchen.
She stood in front of the mirror in the hall by the kitchen door way and looked at how messy her hair was. 'I really should brush this. Maybe get it cut,' she thought. Standing at 5 foot 8 without shoes, Aden resembled her oldest daughter. They shared long black hair, long legs, toned muscles, and pale skin. Close to the only thing proving Krysten was her daughter was the pitch black eyes. Lena had inherited her father's emerald green eyes.
Aden sat down at the kitchen table with a book after pouring herself a cup of coffee when the phone rang. She shrugged it off, figuring one of the girls would get it, but when it kept up its incessant ringing, she stood up with a lengthy sigh and picked up the phone on its fifth ring.
"HEY ADDIE!" She instantaneously recognized the voice on the other end as that of Elliot Stabler, the partner to Detective Benson who had saved her daughter's life a few years before. "Hey, Elliot," she said. "What's going on?" "Not much," he answered. "The crew here is getting kind of keen to see those girls of yours again. Do you think you could run them by here today?"
"I probably could," she mused, "how does at about one this afternoon sound to you?" "It sounds great!" They talked about where to meet and got directions and agreed as to who had to be there and then hung up, Elliot agreeing to not tell people why they had to be there at one.
Aden walked back and went to go into the living room, but she saw that Krysten was still writing and that Lena had abandoned all hope of reading her book and had started reading part of Krysten's story. Aden walked back down the hall to get dressed, deciding that if Elliot could keep a secret for a few hours, so could she.
