♥ Chapter 20♥

Enzo D'Angelo.

This is the first time in my life that I've told anyone what I've been through. I didn't even tell my family the reasons behind my pranks. Why did I decide to tell them?

I approach the mirror and stare at my reflection. My eyes seem to be searching for answers that I can't find myself. The image I see is of a confused young man, torn between the need for protection and the desire to open up more.

''What am I doing with my life?'' I ask myself, my voice coming out in a tired whisper. I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of my own words.

Furthermore, I turn on the shower, letting the water run until it's very hot, almost scalding. I step in slowly, and the hot water begins to run down my shoulders and down my back, relieving the tension that has built up. I feel each drop slightly burning my skin, but at the same time there is a relief, as if it is washing away not only the dirt from my body, but also the confusion in my mind.

Furthermore, I close my eyes and let the water fall over my face, creating a liquid blanket that envelops me. The muffled sound of the shower mixes with my thoughts. My fingers run through my drenched hair, trying to dispel the feeling of unease that still persists.

I remember Lucas and Luan's words. Their sincerity was something I hadn't expected. Maybe that's why I opened up—because I felt, for the first time in a long time, that I didn't have to pretend to be something I'm not. I could be myself without masks or defenses.

But why now? Why with them? My thoughts blur as the steam takes over the bathroom, creating a fog around me. I feel a lump in my throat, a mixture of relief and fear. I fear that I'm making myself too vulnerable and that I'm opening myself up to people who may not be able to fully understand what I've experienced.

Likewise, I run my hands over my face, rubbing it hard, as if that could erase the doubts and uncertainties. The hot water continues to fall, and I concentrate on its warmth, trying to find some kind of comfort.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm my restless heart. I close my eyes once more and let the water wash away my fears, even for a brief moment. Furthermore, I feel the weight of my worries drain away, as if it were possible to leave them behind, at least for a few moments.

I turn off the shower and stand there, letting the last drops fall on my skin. I look at my reflection in the foggy mirror again. Am I ready to change? To really open up? Or is it just a passing phase, a momentary need for company and understanding?

I wipe myself off, feeling the soft fabric against my skin, and start to dress quickly. I leave the bathroom with a strange feeling—a mixture of lightness and uncertainty. Maybe I'm on the right track, or maybe I'm not. But for the first time in a long time, I feel that I'm not alone. And that's somehow comforting.

I come out of the bathroom, already dressed, and see that the two of them are still fiddling with my cell phone.

“Haven't you broken up yet?” I ask, and they both look at me.

“Don't you have any other contacts apart from your family?” Lucas asks.

“Are you looking at my contacts?” I ask seriously.

'' Sorry, dear. We were just curious. Can we save our number on your cell phone? '' Luan asks.

''What for?'' I ask, making them snort.

''Because we want you to have our contact details in case you want to talk to us.'' I frown.

“We sleep in the same room, why on earth would I call you to talk?” They both roll their eyes.

'' Don't be mean, darling. Please? '' they say together.

'' Do whatever you want. '' I wipe my hair with the towel still in my hands.

'' Yay! '' they say in unison.

I go back to the bathroom, put the towel on the hanger, and return once again to the bedroom. I take the brush and start combing my hair.

''Aren't you going to shower?'' I ask while still combing my hair.

''We're going.'' They leave our cell phones on their bed and go downstairs.

I frown when I see that the two of them are going to the bathroom together.

'' Wait! '' They look at me. ''Do you shower together? '' I ask, confused.

''Of course, we're twins, what he has, I have.'' Lucas says, smiling, and they soon enter the bathroom.

I've never showered with Klaus.

I let out a sigh. These twins are crazy.

I finish getting ready and walk over to their bed, picking up my cell phone. I open my contacts and see that the two of them have saved their numbers as “Your love Lucas” and “Your darling Luan”. Likewise, I roll my eyes, put my phone back in my pocket, and leave the room. I go downstairs and see everyone in the living room talking.

''Good morning. '' I say.

'' Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?'' my mother asked, smiling.


''A little.

I won't say I had the best sleep of my life.

''Where are my children, Enzo?'' Mrs. Camila asks.

This is the first time she's spoken to me.

''They're taking a bath.'' She nods.

'' Is it just me, or are you calmer, brother? '' I glare at Klaus.

''Don't start, I can still put something in your drink or food,'' I say, making him snort.

''You two get along very well, don't you?'' Christopher asks, smiling.

''My little brother is like that. Ever since he was little, he's always picked on me, but I love him anyway.'' Klaus says, smiling at me.

''But not me.'' I say, making him laugh, as well as Alex and my mother.

''I wanted to ask, Where is the twins' party going to be?'' Alex asks their father.

''We've rented a huge hall near the center. The party will be in the evening.

'' Will there be a lot of people? '' I ask, already feeling like not going.

'' A lot. '' He replies, and I snort.

''Who's going?'' my brother asks.

'' They're friends from college.

'' Is there going to be a lot of drinking? '' My father, Dante, asks.

'' Of course, you know how these teenagers are,'' he replies.

''Enzo, you know, no alcohol. '' My father warns, looking at me seriously.

''I know, Dad. I'm still underage, and I don't like alcoholic drinks; just the smell makes me want to vomit.'' I reply and let out a sigh.

Furthermore, I hear footsteps approaching and look towards the stairs, seeing the two of them going down at the same time. Okay, now I don't know who's who anymore.

They're both wearing blue jeans, white T-shirts, and black leather jackets.

''Good morning, family,'' they say in unison.

''I hate it when they have birthdays because they wear the same clothes and never say who's who. '' Their father comments.

''Ah, Dad, just guess.'' They both say it together, with those damn smiles.

Then their eyes turned to me.

''Good morning, darling. '' They say it again in unison.

''You already said that when we woke up,'' I reply, crossing my arms.

''We know, but now that we're fully awake, we decided to say good morning to you again. '' I let out a sigh because they're talking at the same time.

''You can stop that,'' I say, already annoyed. This is giving me a headache.

They come closer, standing right next to me.

“If you get who's who right, we'll stop.” They say it defiantly.

I look at them both. They really are identical.

I smile and keep my voice down so that only they can hear:

''If you don't stop this, I might not let you kiss me today.'' I threaten, pulling away and leaving them surprised.

''Dad, I'm Luan.'' Luan introduces himself, smiling.

“And I'm Lucas.” Lucas adds, holding back a smile.

''What did you tell them, Enzo? Tell me this secret.'' Their father asks, surprised. ''Because nothing I said could change their minds.

I shrug.

''I only threatened them.'' I reply, smiling, making them snort.

''That's not fair, Enzo,'' Luan complains, pursing his lips.

''I never said I was fair.'' I reply, smiling sideways.

They continue to peck their lips.

It amuses me.


 
Conquered by the Moretti Twins.
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