The Emergence Of The Alpha Twins ( UNDER REVISING )

E. 2

"Gabby. Aaron will be staying with us. My older brother I told you about."

Gabby has been growling for about an hour at Aaron, and he was holding Liam Jr., a smile on his face.

"Is this just you who has good genes or is it hereditary? Your kids are all beautiful." Aaron smiled even brighter, and I took Liam Jr. as he fell asleep.

"Thank you. Maybe if you have kids you never know, you may have good genes too." I compliment.

The best way to have revenge is make the person believe you are on their side, that you're perfectly fine. Aaron is as dumb as a piece of blank paper, so he won't catch on. The easiest way to win him over is to flatter him and compliment him on his negatives.

"Aww shucks, don't make me blush. So, you built this house yourself? It's so...huge! Where's Ian and the others?"

"Ian and them left because they didn't want to see you. But they should be back later at night." Gabby looked at me, eyebrows raised. But I shook my head, and she shrugged. Ian and them actually are over at Dexter and Ernests house. Hanging with Renee's kids.

"Oh... I didn't know I was hated so much... But...but at least you're making an effort. Makes me really happy." Aaron stood, stretching as I passed him towels and soap.

"I'll show you where your room is." I say, heading towards the curved stairs. As we went up Aaron was next to me, looking at the white walls.

"Why is the bottom covered in kids drawings with paint and white up here?"

"Because I let them paint the walls until it is one huge kids art. I can walk up the stairs and remember all the times they painted on the wall of their creativity."

"That's nice. Can I paint something one day?"

"Sure." Nope. I'll paint it over with white.

Like I'm going to give him a room near everyone. He's getting the room that I didn't really take into much consideration.

When I open the door I see there's a nice couch, TV, and bathroom.

"You will sleep here."

Aaron turns around, looking at me like I'm joking. But I can tell my face has no expression. I'm serious. He's lucky enough I let him have a TV.

"Where's the bed?"

"You don't deserve a bed." I hear my self say. At first I wanted to apologize, but I'm not sorry. Saying that felt good.

"Ha...I deserve that one... Especially when we were younger and I pushed you on the floor when you wanted to sleep with me. I guess this is payback right?"

8 yrs old

"Aaron...?" I shook my older brother, who's twelve.

It was thunder and lightning outside, and I'm scared of thunder.

Aaron mumbled in his sleep, his scary blue eyes looking at me, bloodshot.

"What the hell do you want Liam? It is to early for this."

"Um...um...thunder..." I murmur, playing with my fingers.

"Stop that," he slapped my hands, making them fall to my sides,"I hate when you do that. It's fucking annoying. Get in, wimp." I smiled, watching as he scooted over, pulling the sheet up.