t/w
mentions of rape, child abuse, sexual abuse

It was almost a little scary to Laura. To see a girl who looked exactly like her walk down the street towards her. This girl, in what looked to be a leotard and sheer ballet skirt walking towards her. This was Callie Veruca Callahan, not Laura Macy Easton.

After doing some DNA tests and a whole bunch of stuff, Laura had found out she had a family outside of the woman who had raised her in a cult. Though, she was not about to deny the fact that she missed Anne, horribly. But she discovered she had a younger half-sister, who her mother was, who her father was, the fact that said father was imprisoned for charges of rape, child abuse and whole bunch of other shit that Laura had experienced. She also found out that she had a twin. An identical fucking twin.

She'd found her through the internet and they'd talked for a bit, exchanged numbers and after a good month of talking, decided to meet up. Callie and Laura, Laura and Callie. Twins. The word tasted weird on Laura's tongue. The closest thing she'd had to a twin had been Lucie and she was actually a bit older than Lucie. She wondered who took precedence as the older twin between her and this little ballerina.

Callie had clearly dolled herself up a bit. Her blonde hair was pulled into a single french braid and clearly had applied a bit of blush. Laura? She'd never cared for looks, only sometimes she did. Sure, she'd brushed her hair this morning, but that was really all she did. She thrown a mickey mouse t-shirt and a pair of leggings. Also, the new lavender converse she'd gotten maybe about a week ago. She didn't look horrible, but wow- it was like looking in a mirror and that thought kind of terrified Laura.

"Hey." Callie had a French accent. It was what Laura had expected, she'd grown up most of her life in France after all. "Bonjour." Laura waved, a joking smile across her face. For a split second, Laura debated texting Lucie, telling her to come pick her up and get her the hell out of the situation but it seemed a bit too late for that.

"So..Olive Garden?" Callie gestured to the building and the two girls walked inside. Inside, they trauma bonded, talked about what their life had been like and came to the realization that the thought that Laura had had all her life and the thought that Callie had thought all her life, wouldn't have meant anything.

Laura so often thought "What if my real parents didn't put me up for adoption? Would I be fine now?"

Callie so often thought "What if I was the twin my mom put up for adoption? Would I be fine now?"

Nope. Their options were get sexually abused or get sexually abused while someone preaches.