MY FAMILY
I was born in a family of four including me ;my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Walters, my twin brother Vincent, and me, Vivian. Both my parents worked in an oil and gas company. My mom was a secretary while my dad was a financial accountant. We weren't rich nor poor; we were well-to-do ... at least we didn't feed from hand to mouth ☺☺
Vincent and I were twins, but we had different personalities. I was calm and cool, talked when needed. But Vincent , ohh my goodness! That boy was the definition of trouble, but he was never punished. Thanks to my mom, she had a way of convincing my dad to pardon him, always saying, "he's just a kid."
Vincent was best friends with our pastor's son, Peter. I never liked Peter because I felt he had a bad influence on my brother.
Anyways, we grew up, graduated from high school, and went to university , Peter as well. We had most of Vincent's troublesome behaviours under control. Everything was okay, and we were happy.
It started like any other day. My dad came back from work with a bag of money, saying it's for the company and he would deposit it the next day. I remembered vividly that day ,my mom prepared all our favourite dishes, we ate happily and took care of the dishes together.
After everything, I went to my room. Vincent said he was visiting Peter and would probably spend the night there. I didn't like that idea, but my parents saw nothing wrong with it.
Exactly an hour later, I was in the sitting room with my parents watching a TV show when two men entered our house. They did not break in; they entered like they had access to the house or had probably been there before , and they had guns. One of the men asked us to lie down while the other pointed two guns at us.
The one who asked us to lie down grabbed my dad by his shirt and asked him where the money was. My dad had a confused expression because he had never told anyone about the money aside us , his family.
The man threatened to shoot my mom and I if my dad didn't give them the money. My dad had no choice but to do so. My mom was sobbing while I was scared to my marrow.
But I noticed the other guy wasn't talking at all , he didn't say a word since they arrived. After taking the money, I thought they were about to leave, but NO!! The guy who asked my dad for the money asked me to stand up. I did , but the next thing he did made me flip back. He touched my boobs and my ass. 😣😣
Just when I thought it was over for me, the other guy angrily told him to stop. His voice… it sounded too familiar. Before I could think, my mom stood up and mentioned my brother's name. My dad tried to hush her, saying she was mistaken.
"I know my son's voice. I can recognize it anywhere," she said.
The man who wanted to have his way with me ordered them to shut up or else he would shoot. They did shut up. But the familiar voice told the man not to touch me if he didn't want to see his angry side; because when they robbed his house, he never raped anyone.
"You didn't , because I don't have a sister, and you can't possibly be attracted to my mom," the man replied mockingly.
Now I was certain ; the other guy was my brother Vincent.
Hearing those words from his companion, my brother angrily told him to take his hands off me, taking off his mask.
My mom asked Vincent why he was doing this.
I don't know if I was mistaken back then, but the other guy shot my mom while asking her to shut up.
As I saw my mom drowning in her own blood, I screamed.
My brother rushed to my mom, sobbing, while my dad took advantage of the shock state of the man who shot my mom and tried taking his gun. But my dad got shot attempting to take the gun.
I heard my dad telling me to run, but my legs couldn't move.
My brother, seeing my dad was shot, shouted, "PETER!!"
My mind went blank for some seconds.
Peter?? Our pastor's son??