"What?"
"You really don't remember, do you?"
Vi sighs and leans back in her car seat.
"Do you remember the day we caught you?", she asks.
"Yeah. It was sometime in January, I was shooting up a high school."
Vi nods.
"You were running from us as usually. But you suddenly stopped running and just before we could reach you, you threw mini grenades at us, which was something you hadn't ever done before."
"I did?"
"Once all of them had gone off and the smoke was gone, you had vanished as well. We split up to look for you. Cait found you, you were curled up in a ball in a classroom, screaming and bleeding. I wanted her to just shoot you right then and there, but she insisted on taking you to the hospital and arresting you afterwards. Don't know what drover her to do that, she wanted you dead ever since you first started your rampage. I guess she felt sorry for you or something."
"Wait, you're telling me that a miscarriage is the reason why I'm still alive now?"
"Basically."
Neither of us say a word for a while.
"I don't think I knew I was pregnant," I whisper.
"If my calculations are correct, the father..."
"Don't say it."
The day I snapped – I was raped. I was caught about three months after that.
Vi has a weird look on her face. It isn't that angry, hateful, annoyed look I've come to get used to. She looks honestly worried, almost as if she feels actually sorry for me. Awkwardly, she puts her hand on my shoulder.
"I'm sorry," she says.
"Just imagine me with a child. Oh God."
Pass out, vomit, cry, throw a fit, kill myself...
What was that in the middle part? Right. Cry.
I cover my face with my hands, desperately trying to hide the fact that I'm crying.
"You know, I've been thinking," Vi says, probably to change the topic.
"Huh?"
"I'm going to tell Cait that you're my sister."
I look up.
"Wait, what?"
"Don't have anything to lose, do I? Now that she's back together with Jayce."
"You really like that chick, eh?"
Vi rolls her eyes.
"Shut up."
She starts her car.
"I don't think you should be alone tonight," she says.
And she's probably right.
"Fancy a night on my sofa?"
"Aren't you and Cait room mates?"
"Perfect opportunity to introduce you to her, don't ya think?"
We drive to my place so I can pick up my bag and books for school, and then drive to Vi's place.
When she ended up in Piltover with total amnesia, Caitlyn took pity on her and invited her to stay with her for a while. They became friends and Caitlyn got my sister a job as enforcer. They still live together now. Which is probably why Vi got her hopes up – while Caitlyn obviously only thought of her as a bestie or something.
"What if she kicks us out?", I ask as Vi pulls into her parking spot.
"Then I'm going to spend the night on your sofa."
Ouch. Vi seems really pissed about that whole Cait/Jayce thing.
We get out of the car and I'm immediately blown away by the house that's in front of me. This is no apartment building. This is a house. Scratch that, this is a fucking mansion.
"Cait inherited it from her parents," Vi says when she notices the look on my face, "Come on."
She unlocks the door and gestures me to get in.
"Cait! I'm home! And I brought someone with me!", Vi calls out.
I hear steps coming towards us from the upper floor. This is the first time I'm going to see Piltover's sheriff ever since they arrested me. A sudden urge to run away overcomes me.
"Vi, I don't think -"
I can see Caitlyn walk down the steps. As soon as she spots me, she stops walking.
"Isn't that...," she mutters, "What is she doing here?! They put you in charge of her, not me. "
"There's been an incident. I'd like her to spend the night here."
Caitlyn looks at Vi, then at me, then back at Vi.
"You're insane."
"There's something I haven't told you about her."
"And what would that be?"
Vi opens her mouth, and closes it again, obviously looking for the right words. Then, she takes a deep breath.
"She's my twin sister."
"She's your – what? You must be joking."
Silence. I feel uncomfortable.
"Please tell me you're joking."
"Yeah, she's totally joking, and I'll just, uh, go home now," I say, ready to turn around and leave, but Vi grabs my arm.
"I never told because I was scared what you'd say. I didn't know until after her trial. That's where I remembered. But trust me, I wanted her dead just as much as you did -"
"Thanks..."
"- but we'd already locked her up. I was scared for our friendship. I swear it doesn't run in our family -"
"Actually, it kinda does, mom was -"
"Shut up!", Vi yells, with her hand raised.
I close my eyes, expecting her to hit me, but she takes a deep breath and puts her hand down.
"Point is... she's been through things I haven't, which is why she's fucked up and I'm not. I'm not proud of what she did, I still have issues dealing with the fact that the person who destroyed your city is my sister. I never wanted to tell you..."
"Then why did you?", Caitlyn asks.
Yeah Vi, why did you?
She doesn't seem to know what to say for a while. And I feel increasingly uncomfortable.
"Because I felt like you deserved to know the truth."
"You know, after you've failed to tell me the truth for over five years, I would have been just fine never knowing."
The expression on Caitlyn's face is ice cold. My sister's face is blending in with the white wall behind us.
"So, tell me, why would your sister – or you, for that matter – deserve to spend even one more minute in this house?"
"The miscarriage she suffered when we caught her – she relived it today, she didn't know it happened. She didn't remember."
"Amnesia runs in your family, huh?"
The way she's talking makes the whole room feel ten degrees colder.
"I just... She relived a big trauma today, I don't want her to do anything stupid tonight."
Caitlyn takes a few steps towards us. Specifically me. She doesn't stop walking until her nose almost touches mine. Ice cold shivers are running down my spine.
"One night."
Then she turns around and goes back upstairs without another word.
