Give Me Courage. by Alyza (recommended reading TXT) 📖

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I sometimes dream about the times when we and Zoë were inseparable. When we were real twins.

Yes, we may always look like each other but we both have totally different personalities. Before Mimi she used to be outgoing and fun. Always had a smile on her face. When she smiled you couldn't help but smile back.

Me, I used to be the shy one. The one that never talked to anyone but my twin. Zoë was the only one that could get me out of my shell.

She's my other half, the one that would comfort me when I was scared. Which is weird because I'm the older brother but she was always there when I needed her. Now when she needs me I'm never there.

Always pushing her further away. It's like the mine field between North Korea and South Korea, they can never meet up unless you risk something. Me not taking that risk is me risking a connection with my sister.

I should be man enough to take that risk but I'm not and it tears me apart inside to know that I may never get my sisters love and trust back.

Well, back to the questions at hand.

I don’t think you can. I could never hate Zoë.

I love her with all my heart. I honestly and truly don’t know why I bully her. I guess popularity and Mimi.

But that is no reason to ruin my twins life.

I wonder if I could ever gain her love or trust back. I don’t think I ever really lost her love but trust was thrown out the window to years ago when I started dating Mimi.

Everybody hates me because I hurt Zoë. We look exactly alike. She just has long hair and a woman’s body. Nobody understands why I bully her. Hell, I don’t understand why I do.

I chose Mimi over my little sister. How sick am I?

Disgusting. That’s how sick I am.

I felt something cold on my cheek. I lifted my hand to wipe it off. It was a tear. I’m not surprised I cry myself to sleep every night for what I do to Zoë.

I honestly don’t know why anyone bullies my sister. She beautiful. I’m popular, she isn’t but we look exactly alike.

I know why Mimi bullies Zoë but I don’t know why anyone else does.

Mimi’s threatened by Zoë. You can see it in her eyes when she sees Zoë. Like I said before Zoë’s beautiful. Mimi’s hot, not beautiful.

I don’t like calling girls hot or sexy. It’s degrading to them. But I have never called Mimi beautiful. Not once in the three years we’ve been going out.

Mimi may be my girlfriend but she dresses and acts like a slut. People say she sleeps with other men but I don’t believe them. I won’t believe them until I see it with my own eyes. Or if someone I trusts confirms it.

Mimi is part of the reason I don’t have my sister. I can’t blame it all on her because I do it too. I break down my sister everyday and I’m sick of it. But how can I stop when my girlfriends the one doing it.

I can’t dump her, that’d be rude. I don’t know what to do.

I got up, wiped the rest of my tears, grabbed my car keys and went out to the garage.

Zoë’s car was gone. I was hoping it was there but who am I kidding, she probably wanted to get away from me.

I sighed heavily and got in my car. My car is a red and black Lamborghini. My whole family has Lamborghini’s.

I started the car and drove off to school.

When I arrived I saw a formed circle. My heart sped up, I pulled my keys out of the ignition and jumped out of the car. I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Mimi yelling at Zoë.

Zoë stood there looking utterly bored. She was checking her nails and cleaning them while Mimi yelled at her. I smiled slightly.

“I’m talking to you bitch!” Mimi yelled

“Oh, don’t worry. I heard you. I just don’t care.” Zoë said looking up

Her eyes met mine briefly before looking at Mimi.

“Oh yeah Slut?” Mimi asked taking a step toward Zoë

“Slut? Me? I’m a virgin for goodness sakes. Unlike you who sleeps with everything that has a dick.” Zoë spat

Then her eyes went to me. My own eyes were on Mimi. She didn’t even know I was here.

Surprisingly my heart didn’t hurt, I was just angry.

“Shut up! At least I can get guys!” Mimi sneered

Zoë kept her eyes on me the whole time.

“What’re you staring at?” Mimi snapped

“None of your fucking business!” Zoë sneered

Mimi raise her fist and was about to punch Zoë. Mimi hasn’t punched Zoë since 7th grade when Zoë pushed her down.

Zoë just stood there staring at Mimi with an arched brow.

Mimi pulled her fist back and let it fly into Zoë’s face but I was already there stopping it.

“Don’t you ever touch my sister!” I growled in her ear but it was loud enough for everyone to hear

I could feel my eyes blazing. My eyes turned a dark blue when I’m mad. My usual baby blue eyes are nowhere in view. The same baby blue eyes that are staring at me right now.

I dropped Mimi’s hand and went to stand by Zoë.

“Baby?!” Mimi asked in a panicked voice “What’s wrong?!”

I could still feel my eyes blazing, “Don’t EVER touch my little sister again. If you do. I will hurt you. I don’t care if you’re a girl.” I sneered at her

“Zachy-boo! What’re you talking about?” She asked in her whiny voice

How did I never notice how annoying her voice is?

“Do I need to make this more clear? Stay away from Zoë, don’t even look at her.”

I put my hand on Zoë’s lower back and started walking toward the school.

“Move.” I said to all the people blocking the way

They didn’t move.

“Move!” I yelled

Frightened, they scurried away. Then suddenly Zoë was ripped from me. I turned around and saw Mimi holding Zoë’s hair.

Hair pulling? Really? Zoë grew up with two boys she knows how to fight.

Zoë pried Mimi’s hand off her hair and turned around. Zoë balled her hands into fist and it connected with Mimi’s face. Mimi screamed in pain and fell to the ground holding her face.

Zoë turned around and I saw her dark blue eyes. Her eyes met mine and they were amused.

I smiled widely at her. Maybe I got my sister back.

I walked towards her and grabbed her, pulling her into a hug. She was unresponsive. Without my consent tears started falling for my eyes.

I hid my face in her neck.

“I’m so sorry Zo.” I sobbed into her neck

She slowly wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me back. I sobbed harder.

“Stop Iah.” She whispered using my nickname she used to call me

I smiled and pulled back to see tears in her eyes.

“I love you.” I whispered

“I never hated you.” She replied

I pulled her to me again, tears running down my face from happiness.

I heard ‘awwww’s.

I have my sister back. Now let’s hope I can keep her.

Please, give me courage.
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Publication Date: 06-13-2011

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