always love you! I’m sorry if I hurt you! I hope you can forgive me, if I’m a bad daughter. Please, Mummy, I love you so much!
Chapter 18
A long time had passed and Sienna, tired of not knowing what was going on, was rifling through her old papers, old books, and old memories as she frantically searched for one small piece of paper. It had become extremely important to her to find the small scrap that had on it a solitary name and phone number. She felt that she loved Marcus and wanted to make him happy, but after two years of living together and being quite pleased with their relationship, she had become frightened because she had still not been able to see her twin sister.
It was wonderful to be with this man, but she didn’t entirely trust him. He worried her with his unwillingness to tell her about his life outside their home and his working life. She knew that whatever his business was that he was the owner, that he had quite a number of employees, and that it seemed like a covert kind of operation that did a lot of its business at night. The only organizations she could think of were the ugliest in society, and she wondered just what kind of man Marcus may be when he was away from her side. She had no complaints about their life with each other, but she had to admit some of the glow was wearing off. Although he was still kind to her and appeared to give her love, he seemed more distant, more distracted, and even lacking in patience and tolerance with his young girlfriend. It was possible he was growing tired of her, she supposed.
She was so young and maybe he was beginning to crave more intelligent conversation and a woman closer to his age. Sienna would be heartbroken, of course, should he choose to find love elsewhere, but she had begun to scrutinize him more closely lately and wondered if she, too, was changing in her thoughts and heart towards him. She just didn’t completely believe in him anymore and the fact was it all boiled down to a few things: the way that her mother lived towards the end and then how she died and also the mysterious disappearance of her sister and continuing impossibility of contacting her. Every time any of these issues were raised, Marcus managed to wriggle his way out of the conversation and offer some new gift, a special weekend away, anything to grab Sienna’s short attention span and spin her in another direction.
Even two years later, the gaping hole left by her mother’s death and even longer since she had seen Crystal was eating Sienna from the inside out. It was time to get some answers, and Sienna knew just how to do it. All the news Marcus had offered about Crystal was second hand, passed on from Bonnie to his ears and then on to his girlfriend. All that she knew of her mother’s drug use was that it was what she needed and out of love he gave it to her. It didn’t quite ring true.
He had long since changed the number on her phone so that Bonnie could no longer contact her, so she really had no firsthand news. Sienna had a nagging feeling that Crystal was not safe. It was a twin thing, and she had a feeling that Marcus was supplying her mother with the drugs she wanted to keep her silent and malleable. Sienna was growing up. She was nearly sixteen now and had started to analyse rather than trust blindly. She was beginning to wonder if the absence of both Crystal and Candice was so that he could seduce her and have her all to himself. These were very negative thoughts for one previously so blinded by her love, but she was starting to question a lot of things.
With these thoughts in her mind, she wanted to find a couple of imperative things: the phone number for the big house and some paperwork or emails or something to show her what it was that Marcus was up to. She hoped to find the latter in the locked office at the end of the hallway, and thankfully she had already noticed where Elsie kept the keys to all the doors in the house. At this exact moment, Elsie was
Chapter 18
A long time had passed and Sienna, tired of not knowing what was going on, was rifling through her old papers, old books, and old memories as she frantically searched for one small piece of paper. It had become extremely important to her to find the small scrap that had on it a solitary name and phone number. She felt that she loved Marcus and wanted to make him happy, but after two years of living together and being quite pleased with their relationship, she had become frightened because she had still not been able to see her twin sister.
It was wonderful to be with this man, but she didn’t entirely trust him. He worried her with his unwillingness to tell her about his life outside their home and his working life. She knew that whatever his business was that he was the owner, that he had quite a number of employees, and that it seemed like a covert kind of operation that did a lot of its business at night. The only organizations she could think of were the ugliest in society, and she wondered just what kind of man Marcus may be when he was away from her side. She had no complaints about their life with each other, but she had to admit some of the glow was wearing off. Although he was still kind to her and appeared to give her love, he seemed more distant, more distracted, and even lacking in patience and tolerance with his young girlfriend. It was possible he was growing tired of her, she supposed.
She was so young and maybe he was beginning to crave more intelligent conversation and a woman closer to his age. Sienna would be heartbroken, of course, should he choose to find love elsewhere, but she had begun to scrutinize him more closely lately and wondered if she, too, was changing in her thoughts and heart towards him. She just didn’t completely believe in him anymore and the fact was it all boiled down to a few things: the way that her mother lived towards the end and then how she died and also the mysterious disappearance of her sister and continuing impossibility of contacting her. Every time any of these issues were raised, Marcus managed to wriggle his way out of the conversation and offer some new gift, a special weekend away, anything to grab Sienna’s short attention span and spin her in another direction.
Even two years later, the gaping hole left by her mother’s death and even longer since she had seen Crystal was eating Sienna from the inside out. It was time to get some answers, and Sienna knew just how to do it. All the news Marcus had offered about Crystal was second hand, passed on from Bonnie to his ears and then on to his girlfriend. All that she knew of her mother’s drug use was that it was what she needed and out of love he gave it to her. It didn’t quite ring true.
He had long since changed the number on her phone so that Bonnie could no longer contact her, so she really had no firsthand news. Sienna had a nagging feeling that Crystal was not safe. It was a twin thing, and she had a feeling that Marcus was supplying her mother with the drugs she wanted to keep her silent and malleable. Sienna was growing up. She was nearly sixteen now and had started to analyse rather than trust blindly. She was beginning to wonder if the absence of both Crystal and Candice was so that he could seduce her and have her all to himself. These were very negative thoughts for one previously so blinded by her love, but she was starting to question a lot of things.
With these thoughts in her mind, she wanted to find a couple of imperative things: the phone number for the big house and some paperwork or emails or something to show her what it was that Marcus was up to. She hoped to find the latter in the locked office at the end of the hallway, and thankfully she had already noticed where Elsie kept the keys to all the doors in the house. At this exact moment, Elsie was
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