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Chap. One "Two looks, one heart"

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Billions of victims daily, millions of shattered families, lives lost, minds broken, hearts hurt, indelible scars. Women weren't pretty items that you could pick up and wear to your heart's content. No, they were beautiful butterflies with fragile wings and strong spirits. Why did men feel entitled to decide on them? Why not treat them with due respect? Why not just let them live in peace?

Once Morgan Atlantis believed that she could decide on women, once Morgan believed herself the owner of their lives, once she treated them as objects, until life gave her the hardest of lessons. It is said that the innocent always pays a higher price, because Maureen her twin paid her debt, Maureen became one of the billions of victims of harassment and abuse, she almost became one of the huge lists of names of rape victims.

Morgan had seen with his own eyes how the storm of hugs and happiness that was his twin sister faded with each day that passed in that city where people blamed her for what happened, he had lived each day with the anguish of seeing her sister contemplating a knife with a thoughtful air, she had lived with the guilt of seeing her sister kneeling on the floor of her room with a knife in front of her.

She wasn't the one to blame that some bastard believed he had the right to decide about his sister! It was not the fault of her cute little girls, in that moment Morgan Atlantis understood the seriousness of the impact that taboos had on society and the customs of yesteryear. It was that understanding that led her to kneel before the women she had treated as objects, she asked for forgiveness, because she had lived in the flesh the seriousness of the wounds that could be inflicted simply by believing themselves superior.

For that reason they moved to the house that their father Ian had bought years ago in Forks, for that reason Morgan helped his sister to pack, he wanted to see in her that explosive happiness that enthusiasm for the fantastic things of life, he wanted back to his annoying sister who always hugged him with sweetness and mockery. I wanted to see the unstoppable storm that was her again.

That reason led them to Forks, a town where vegetation reigned, a town where the cold reigned and where sunny days were rare, a town where they were not known. Where they could zero. His father Ian had agreed with him, starting with because his father also longed to see again the Maureen who used to collect animals from the street to find a home for them, the Maureen who refused to eat meat and who argued that animals They also had the right to a life without exploitation, they wanted the Maureen who forced them to eat vegan.

Forks meant a new life. Away from judging glances, far from a bad memory.

Far from the man who once wanted to make his sister another victim.

- list? - Morgan asked as she looked at her sister with a huge smile.

Maureen sighed and shook her head - I'm physically ready, psychologically speaking I'm peeing myself.

Morgan laughed - Perfect tell me when that happens, I want to record and immortalize that moment.

Maureen shook her head in amusement as she hung her backpack on her shoulder - Come on before I undress and snuggle into my nice bed.

Morgan rolled his eyes before taking his twin's backpack to carry it, so that he could hold her by the hand like when they were little, a very ingrained habit, because since he could remember Morgan always used to walk in front of Maureen, as if it were a shield. Protecting her.

-Come on pretty eyes - Morgan smirked at his sister Let's show these villagers how the Atlantis dominate the waves.

Maureen frowned in confusion. - Aren't there waves to tame Morgan?

-That is not entirely true - they heard the beeps of a car outside the house, it was their father telling them to hurry - Let's go before adding one grayer to the potato head.

Maureen laughed softly, if they used to be mischievous too often, she gave an unstoppable storm that turned gray hair to her father who no longer kept track of how many gray hairs he has taken until now.

-I'm going to be a mythology teacher - his father said seriously - If you need something go find me in room 6, and .... please devil helpers no practical jokes, fights, or insult the other students.

- Even if they deserve it? - Asked Morgan who felt that that last statement was more for him - Did I say I should not do anything if a teenager approaches my sister?

Maureen rolled her eyes knowing the following phrase from her father

- If a hormonally unstable teenager approaches him, cut their throats I'll see how I get you out of trouble.

Dad! - Exclaimed Maureen - Violence is never the solution.

-But it can be very effective - Ian muttered then shook his head - I already said zero violence except for some precocious teenage hormonal approaching Mau.

Maureen snorted, while sticking her tongue out at her brother who smiled like a cat that had eaten the canary, Morgan happy for the change of scenery, they had moved to Forks a few days ago and in that short time she had seen him smile as if the chains that sister had held her would have magically broken. The journey from home to school was basically based on how Morgan should act if a precocious teenager approached him less than a meter away from Maureen and how Ian his father gave advice to his son to be able to bully without being violent, for example with its size.

His brother was a damn skyscraper, a strong and well-built body, strong legs and an intimidating look, that physical state was attributed to him in how Morgan used to tame the wildest waves in Hawaii, on the other hand, Maureen was small and barely reached her brother's shoulder. Morgan was twice her size, always hiding her behind him perfectly because her little slender frame was no match for Morgan's five-foot-tall. Although her closest friends often used to say that she was the reflection of the sea, because her gaze was bluer than the Atlantic itself, her gaze always seemed to shine with the beautiful blue color of her gaze.

The taming of the waves and the reflection of the sea.

What strange but true nicknames.

Although they did not know.

Maureen sighed before getting out of her father's car followed by Morgan, her father was going to stay in the car for a moment fixing some papers. The silence succumbed, the gaze of each of the school students fell on the Morgan twins who had caught glances of interest on her sister, she looked at them coldly, her sister was not in the market. Maureen was shy she blushed and clung to her twin's hand who always kept her behind him.

-Cute girl - A brunette teenager had commented, while her friends laughed, Morgan had smiled at her before saying.

- Has someone ever told you that you should never talk to women like that if their brother is around? - I ask - I think your face needs a deep purple color I can help you with that brother.

The teenager had raised his hands in surrender, it would have been stupid to challenge someone much bigger and of course much stronger than him.

-Brother, I don't want any problems.

-That's what I thought - Morgan quickened her step with a frown, idiots abounded, her sister would never again be one of the victims, her sister simply had to live in peace.

-Morgan -I whispered Maureen understanding the state of fury that her brother passed, Maureen squeezed His hand to calm him - It won't happen again, okay? Do you know why he trusted that?

Morgan shook his head still angry, Maureen smiled at him sweetly - Because I know that you will always be there to save me, you are my hero Morgan.

That made a chill rundown the tamer's back, the faith that his sister placed in him was amazing themost precious jewel he could have because that was his sister a jewel toobright, a rose too beautiful and Morgan was afraid that she was the one to beplucked first from the rosebush. Because always regardless of the beautifulthey were the first to cut the most roses.

Maureen snatched the backpack from her brother's shoulder when he left it in the history room, while her brother went to the mythology room where his father would teach, Morgan had kissed his forehead before leaving arguing that he could run to her living room if some hormonal adolescent dared to harass her. Maureen sighed before knocking on the door and poking her head where the teacher greeted her with a smile.

-Come in Miss Atlantis - The teacher said, Maureen nodded before going to the classroom where silence reigned as it had happened in the parking lot - Present yourself before the class and give me the sheet that was given to you.

Maureen did as she was ordered, she handed the teacher the paper before sighing and looking at the entire classroom, who looked at her with curiosity, interest, and ... hate? Maureen sighed this was not going to be her day.

-I'm Maureen Atlantis - Preppy to the class with flushed cheeks, he turned to see the teacher pleading to allow him to sit down and hide behind a lecture

- Any questions for Maureen?

A boy of Asian appearance raised his hand, the teacher gave him the floor, the young man's question was something that caused certain smiles and a huge shame in her - Are you single? -

Nodding with his head, in the living room they heard cheering, boys looking for luck with that girl too beautiful to be real, her body was small, thin without looking skeletal, a little fairy perished, Jasper Hale saw in her the representation of an angel, so small that it simply awakened a protective instinct in him, those lips so fiery slightly pink and that turned up nose, no makeup heh, no shadows, no masks, just being her in all her splendor, her shyness gave her an aura of innocence that simply gave Jasper Hale a terrible desire to keep her away from the mute shit. When his golden eyes collided with Maureen Atlantis' blue gaze, the soldier knew in that instant that she was the one he had waited for.

Her scent reassured him, her gaze sheltered him, and their eyes connected.

The soldier fell before his gaze, and the reflection simply found a calm tide.

Two glances, being one heart.