The Monster\'s Brother

Azalea. Barry didn’t just have a brother—which I only knew of thanks to Dante’s excessive background research on me back when he thought I was an imposter. But, that Barry’s brother was an identical twin. So identical, that they didn’t only share a physical resemblance, but the same, twisted mannerisms and sick humor. “You do not want to do this,” I said through heavy breaths. He hadn’t done anything yet, but fear had a funny way of cutting the breath out of your lungs. “They will find you.’ “The same fucking prick that killed my brother?” He slammed both his fists onto the table across from me, resulting in the variant of instruments bouncing on the surface. “Do you know how I found Barry? Huh? No, wait, of course you know. Your new fucking boyfriend did this. No doubt he bragged about it too.” “I wasn’t there,” I gritted out. “Let me elaborate then.” He leaned closer, and the heavy tang of whiskey caged me. It was so familiar, just like with Barry. To think, there was a time, not lon