Sunndy ✨

Aaron was high. Or maybe he wasn't. Andrew sometimes found it hard to tell the difference because his brother was almost always high.

Brother... he still hadn't gotten used to the idea that he now had a brother, a family. Andrew didn't believe in family. Especially not family that shared the same blood, but something about Aaron was different. Maybe it was the fact that he was his twin. They had shared a womb for 9 months until they had been forcibly torn apart. Andrew found himself looking at Aaron sometimes and imagining what it would have been like if Tilda had been a good mother and they had grown up together.

But there was no point in thinking about the 'what ifs' if it was never going to happen.

Andrew had his dark past and Aaron's was playing out before his eyes every day.

"You know, I wanted to be a firefighter once." Aaron stared into his cup, lost in thought. "When I was four or something."

"Me too," Andrew thought, but didn't say it out loud

"Mom just laughed." Aaron's pupils were huge and Andrew was already plotting in his mind how to kill Tilda. The bruise across Aaron's neck didn't help to stop these thoughts - it only intensified them.

Andrew had noticed the look on Aaron's face when he had seen the doctors watching TV today. He had seen the gleam in his eye that he had never seen before. Not even when he was high. Andrew vowed to do everything he could to make Aaron's dreams come true.

"Do you have dreams, Drew?"

The nickname hurt. The last time someone had given him one was Drake and... Andrew forced himself to drop that thought and nodded slowly.

He had dreams. Killing Tilda, for example.

"My biggest dream is not to die in this house. Not by... her." Aaron reached a hand into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out a white pill.

Andrew didn't know what exactly it was, but he knew it was drugs. He hit Aaron's hand so hard that the pill flew across the room, but Aaron didn't even flinch. He was used to worse.

Tired, he smiled at Andrew. "Promise me I won't die here, Drew."

Enjoy ✨

Neil has forgotten what day it is. It's hard to keep track of the time when there are no clocks and the walls are all black. Neil remembered Jean's words about enjoying the sky and the sunlight one last time before entering the nest as he looked into riko's dark eyes.

There was no warmth there, no compassion. Only coldness and hatred.

"Are you having fun, Nathaniel?" he asked as a hand slowly moved to his neck and squeezed. Neil could hardly breathe.

Jean stood motionless next to him and tried not to break eye contact, but Neil could see how much strength it was costing him.

"It'll be over soon," Jean whispered in French and promptly received a slap in the face that sent him staggering backwards a few steps.

Neil endured the torture. He knew he could leave the nest in the end. He had a way of escaping all this - not like Jean. Jean would stay in the nest until he was released... which would probably never be.

FanFictions where the twins call Nicky Dad and he totally freaks out, but in the twins' eyes Nicky was more of a dad than anyone else. He worked hard to earn that title.