The Doyle Sisters

Robert Doyle stood staring blankly at the two identical graves. His face was expressionless. He was not even staring at the graves. He was just standing there like a rock without any expressions. Few people have already left after the funeral. He slowly turned keeping his head down and trying not to listen to anyone. But there were whispers, talks and rumors. He walked slowly to his car, feeling one thousand eyes staring at him. He heard several whispers, people talking to each other.
‘Look how rich people s daughters get spoiled but this one’s turned into whores,’ one said.
‘These whores deserve to die. They were a dirty mark on our society,’ another said.
Robert heard these harsh statements on his way to the car. There were no tears in his eyes, his face still expressionless as his driver opened the door for him.



‘Oh this is very nice,’ Lexi said holding up her dress.

‘Yes I know and look at this. So nice too,’ Becky, her twin sister, said. They both were preparing for tomorrow night’s dance party. They were so excited about it. Lexi was observing Becky’s dress and there was a gleam of something in her eyes. She quickly put her dress down and grabbed Becky’s dress from her hands.

‘I think this will suit me more. I’m wearing this,’ she said in a thats-it-end-of-story tone.
Becky let go of her hands and sadly she walked out of Lexi’s room. Why does she always have to do this, she thought to herself. She went to her bed and lay down thinking over her sister s attitude towards her.

They lived in a mansion like house and their father was a big millionaire businessman and politician. He had his leg in almost every business. His wife passed away leaving two twin daughters behind who were born almost at the same time. Lexi was older than Becky and taller. She was about 5 foot 6 with brown hair and nice complexion. On the other side, Becky was 5 foot 1 and she had brown hair with a tanned and curvy body which made her look sexy. But she lacked confidence. Lexi was the bitch and she bossed Becky around almost in everyway. Lexi was also very spoiled. She wouldn’t let Becky go near her things. They had separate bedrooms but next to each other. Becky fell asleep thinking all this.

Next day went in a blink. They both got ready for the dance party. The taxi came to pick them up and Becky didn’t much see Lexi at the party. She never even felt like dancing. She wanted to go home but without Lexi she couldn’t go home. Far away she could see a group of boys looking at her and smiling her. She felt their eyes checking her body out. Uncomfortably, she stood up and walked to the ladies washroom. She looked herself in the mirror, her makeup was melting away. God, she wanted to go home. She heard someone giggling in the bathroom. The next moment, Lexi and this boy came out. Lexi froze looking at her sister.

‘What are you doing here?’ Lexi asked.

‘I…I…just…what is he doing here?’ Becky said pointing at the boy.

Lexi didn’t even answer to her sister. She grabbed the boy’s hand and walked out of the door.

‘Get a taxi and go home. I’ll come with my mates,’ she said as she made an exit. Becky was left alone in the cold bathroom. She got home and sneaked to her bedroom. She did not want to confront her father. Otherwise she would need to answer a lot of questions.

She took off her clothes, cleaned her make up and sat in front of the mirror looking at her naked body. Suddenly she smiled at herself in the semi dark room. She loved herself. She wanted to love herself. She was so lost in herself, she felt angry hearing the banging of car doors outside. That must be Lexi, she thought. She carefully walked to her window and peeked through. She saw Lexi in her low skirt and that same boy was with her. Becky gasped.



‘Wait a minute. Let me get the lamp,’ Lexi said as the taxi went off dropping them. She grabbed a lamp from the window nearby the main door of her house.