Chapter 13- The Fight
When I opened the door and saw him, I should have been thrilled. I should've thrown my arms around him and maybe I should have kissed him. Instead, I took one look at him, clenched my fist, and punched him as hard as I could. He doubled over.
"What was that for?" Nico groaned.
"Not telling me I had a sister," I said, smirking slightly; it felt so good to punch him. I led the way back into the living room as Nico followed behind, clutching his stomach and wincing. Ashley looked at him and folded her arms across her chest. Nico took a step back.
"Does everyone want to kill me?!" he demanded.
"Pretty much," I shrugged. "Oh, Mom, this is-"
"We've met," Nico mumbled. "Hi, Ms. Castellan." She smiled at him, and looked around the room.
"Is anyone hungry?" she asked.
"Oh, yes ma'am!" I nodded; I hadn't eaten all day. Ashley looked tense. Mom stepped toward her and she flinched back slightly, looking nervous. Mom smiled sadly.
"No Kool-Aid," she promised. "Or chocolate chip cookies. Or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches." Ashley allowed a small smile to come forth as Mom walked into the kitchen. I grinned at her, and we both turned back to Nico.
"So," I said. "You've known us both this whole time...and you never said a word about it to either of us?"
"I couldn't," Nico said hesitantly. Castellan girls are scary. "I wanted to. But I would've had to explain the whole Greek/Roman thing, and it just wasn't safe."
"Still," I said. "You should've told me. I would've believed you. I have a twin sister, Nico!! I was kept separated from her for almost twelve years! And you didn't even have the deceny to tell
me you knew where she was?!" My voice was getting louder. I'd almost forgotten that Ashley was in the room.
"I couldn't, Gwen," Nico said. "You know I couldn't." Unlike me, his voice gets quieter the angrier he is. "Just stop this. You're being stupid."
"So now I'm stupid?" I cried.
"You're being stupid! But hey, believe what you want."
"If I'm so stupid, then why'd you come here?" I asked, tears of pure anger and hurt springing into my eyes.
"I..." He froze and shook his head. "It doesn't matter now. Obviously, you're in no mood to see me." Mom came back into the living room, looking anxious.
"Mom," I interrupted. "Where's Ashley's room?"
"Down the hall, on the right. But-" I was gone. I locked myself in Ashley's room, not bothering to take in my surroundings as I sat on the bed. I would not cry...I would not cry... The door clicked. I frowned; it had been locked. When the door opened, Ashley stood there. Ah. That explained it.
"Hi," I said.
"Hey," she smiled, sitting next to me. "Gwennie, I think it's time for one of our soon-to-be-famous twin chats."