For what seemed like forever but merely a few minutes, I had Alex in my arms. While he poured out all his pain on my shoulders. Tears were flowing down my face too.

"Shh, it's ok. Let it out", I whispered to him. He sobbed even harder.

It hurt me. It hurt me so much to see him so vulnerable and empty. His eyes, they were dead. Lifeless. As if he'd lost all his hope.

I felt his pain. I had this this weird feeling in my heart since the day I met him. I felt like he could- he could maybe feel... my pain too?

I'm- I'm just overthinking.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry", I whispered.

"It's ok Blue, it's not like it's your fault. And I am really sorry for breaking down like this. You weren't supposed to see me like this", he said wiping his face.

"No please, it's completely okay. I understand. All the good people in this world are broken somehow. People who were forced to grow up. People who were mercilessly given pain even when they did not deserve it", I looked at my hands. Too ashamed to look up, I don't why.

"Thank you for listening to me. It'd been too long I kept all this in. I feel somewhat relieved", he gave me a small smile.

I smiled back.

"It's time for me to complete my end of the deal", I said nervously.

"It's ok, you don't have to. I already feel thankful enough for you for listening to me. I do not want you to be uncomfortable with me", he assured me.

"No Alex, I have to. I wanna get it off my chest", I told him.

"Okay, but please don't pressure yourself", he told with an encouraging smile.

He held my hand and I took a deep breath, "I have been an orphan since I was born. Or that's what I think. I've never heard anything about my parents or who they were or even if I have any biological family.

I was in a orphanage in Chicago for 5 years. I don't remember mostly anything because I was too young to think much at that time. It was shut down few days before Christmas that year.

It was something about smuggling of drugs and other illegal materials like weapons, drugs, etc.

They were supposed to hold an auction ceremony of girls on the Christmas night. I was told that I was going to be sold that night. I am thankful that the orphanage was shut down before anything wrong happened to any of the girls there.

Then I was sent off to an another orphanage in Brooklyn. It wasn't as bad as Jack and Gini, but I was bullied my older guys there. They would sometimes touch me. I was scared to get out of my room.

When I told the lady lord of the orphanage, she slapped me. Calling me names, accusing me of trying to seduce his husband. But I was just 7 years old!

Fortunately they had to shut it down too, because of financial issues. Which I am glad for.

Then I was put in foster care for a year. It wasn't really bad considering they gave me decent food and only occasional punishments if I didn't finish my chores.

I was 9 years old when I met Jack and Gini.

They showed an unusual interest in me and adopted me. I was happy would be an understatement. I was literally jumping because I thought now I had a family, finally. Now I'd be loved.

How wrong I was-", I paused and laughed. Alex looked at me with pain in his eyes. Before he could say anything, I spoke,"- they turned out to be the exact opposite from what I imagined.

Monsters. Sadists. Evil.

Everything went pretty well for a few days. Then we moved to Miami, Florida. And then, they showed their true colours.

They got drunk every night, beating me up for no reason. Giving me cuts and bruises. Pain. So much pain. For being worthless and useless. I was supposed to finish all the chores including cleaning bathrooms, rooms, cooking, washing, and everything.

I was just 9. I did not know how to cook, so I burned my little hands very often.

One night I couldn't cook because of my cut and burnt hands. They were so mad, with a monster burning in their eyes. Jack took off his belt and hit me. I begged and screamed for him to stop, but of course the hits never stopped.

Then Gini, broke my leg. I couldn't walk for days. I wasn't allowed to get any medical attention, because it risked them getting caught.

The abuse so much that I decided to run away. But they caught me. I-I don't think I can ta-talk about that night.

Jack and Gini could be award winning actors. They were amazing in public, always showing how much they love me. Not a slightest clue of the truth. Only I knew what happened behind the curtains of 'our home'.

Jack told me that if I ever tried to run away, he will sell my body to his friends. So I never tried to run away again.

But deep down I knew, once I grew up a little more, he and his wife will use me to make money. They're cruel monsters.

They didn't want anyone to get suspicious, so they sent me to a school. I kept a low profile. I couldn't risk my secret being exposed.

I was 13 when suddenly my social worker wanted to see me. I finally had a chance to save myself, or so I thought. I was already warned by Jack and Gini. They dared me to open my mouth.

I was in a room with my social worker, alone. I was so conflicted, if I should ask for help.

And I didn't. Because I knew she wouldn't care. Nobody does. I deserved the abuse..

She actually came to give me a locket. She said, it was supposed to be given to me on my 13th birthday. From my parents. As I reached teenage.

Then I started wondering if my parents knew about where I was. Did they care about me? Did they know I was being abused? Why did they left me? Did they hate me so much?

My social worker then told me that as my birth date wasn't known, she gave me this locket now because it was 13 years since I was left in the orphanage.

I took the locket and went outside. Jack and Gini asked if everything was okay, pretending to be the most caring parents ever.

I told them that everything was okay and the social worker just wanted to know how I was doing. I couldn't tell them about the locket. They could've taken it from me.

It was the only reminder I had of my parents, my biological family", I finished and looked Alex. Big tears were flowing down his cheeks. His blue identical to mine, showing an unimaginable amount of pain in them.

Then I felt two arms wrap around my waist. Alex hugged me and I cried.

Cried till I let it all out. Cried till I had no tears left. Cried till I was... empty.

"B-Blue I'm-I'm so sorry", he cried.

"It's ok", I told me. It's not like it was his fault.

He then pulled away and looked at me with an unreadable expression.

"Do- do you have that lo-locket with you?", He asked me.

"Yeah. I always keep it with me. It must've been in my bag", I told me.

He rushed out and returned a few minutes later with my worn out brown bag in his hands. He handed it to me.

"Can I see it? If you don't mind", I could see the desperation in his voice. What happened to him?

I nodded and took it out. Then I showed it to him.

His eyes widened in shock and tears started flowing from his eyes.

"Wh-what happened? Are you- are you okay!?", I panicked.

He just stood there a few more minutes and then took something out of his pocket.

A... Locket?

The locket completely identical to mine!

Gold chain with a black thin circle in the centre. The letter 'W' was engraved in the circle with rich gold.

"Wh-Wha-", I was too shocked to complete my word.

He took my locket from my hands and lightly squeezed the circle. It opened with another side in it, like pendants.

He opened his too.

"Ho-How..? I didn't know th-that it open-opened", I asked him completely bewildered.

He came closer and handed me both lockets. I looked carefully inside it's now opened sides.

His inside said 'Aristole West'. My inside said 'Amelia West'.

"Wh-Wha-What does this mean!?", I whisper yelled. I might have looked like a complete idiot.

"Aristole was my grandfather and Amelia was his twin sister. These lockets were given to me and my twin sister when we were born", he told me with a shocked expression. I looked at him completely astonished.

Tears started leaking out of my eyes as I started to piece everything together.

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