Chapter 10

"I dare you to say that again… I am not the one who had carnal knowledge of a boy without his consent five years ago" Arnold backed furiously.

 "Oh really? I didn't know since I do not recall how he tasted, but not to worry, I do know how Reece does" Aryan stands up wiping his hands with the hand towel.

 "It was nice having dinner with you all but I am sorry I do have class tomorrow hence I should be on my way" he took a few steps towards the living area when he stopped abruptly. 

"What did you say?" he asked his mother who held her head up tight. 

"If you walk out that door… you cease to be my son and member of this family" Her words came like freedom to Aryan.

 As early as the age of four he was thought to see Arnold his twin, as superior. He was thought to stay away and only show up when called upon. 

He has known all his life to be the shadow of his twin brother and nothing more. 

"Oh, mother… I would have cried and begged to stay in your good grace if this had been said to me 15 years ago. But today... It comes as freedom. No matter how I put it, it only sounds like freedom and I can't be happier. 

Please say the word for I am walking out that door without turning a second…no, I will be running towards that door" he answered firmly.

 Mrs Tucker felt only anger rising within her. She has always been a good mother, well…. To Arnold, she has been a good mother but to Aryan, she could not bring herself to say the same. 

"You will sit down and listen to me, young man... I will never have you disrespect my name" Aryan watched his mother display anger, the only thing he had known of her all his life.

 "Why mother? Why should I care about a name I do not want? More than anyone else I want to be homeless, I want to be free so I can do as I please" Arnold walks over placing a hand on Aryan's shoulder. Having the both of them side by side, one could see a mirror reflection of the other. 

"Brother you just can't leave. It's been five years and we all miss you" Hearing the words spill out of Arnold's mouth felt like listening to a broken record from his less favorite band. 

"I have learned to be quiet, I have learned to keep everything to myself and I have learned that bearing the surname Tucker is a privilege but what I haven't learned is how to be loved by you all. I have had my nana take care of me from the very first day of my birth..why?

 Because someone liked the first son and did not want the second baby. Wow… wasn't God at fault for giving you twins' mother?… I know you must hate him for this burden he sent onto you, don't you? 

I know you've missed me so much that you went into action barely days after my release." Aryan snapped, taking his brother's hands off his shoulders.

 "I apologize for coming into your life, I apologize for making you have to see me through and be constantly reminded of the baby you did not want, but what I won't apologize for is being myself. 

I love men so what? It is better to be open about my likes and dislikes and be laughed at than hide in a closet and be nothing but a joke" He was tired but nothing was as tiring as having a conversation with his family. 

To the world, he has always been the spoilt one, the twin with a problem. The one with a bad reputation while his brother has been nothing but the nation's heart. 

"I will be leaving now, I have things to do" Aryan walks over to his Nana embracing her one last time.

 "I've missed you nana" he whispers, trying hard not to cry.

 "I know, I love you" she whispers, patting his back gently. Mr and Mrs Turker watch their son leave without another word. 

"I should have known better than to keep him... This is all your fault" she turns to her husband angrily storming her way to their bedroom. 

Aryan sits inside his car feeling so dejected and alone. Never has he felt love from the people he desperately wanted to be loved by them. 

He was gay so what? It did not stop him from loving them and expecting to be loved in return. He was gay and it still did not stop him from being human. Aryan hits his fist on the car steering so hard it begins to bleed.

 "Hey," he looked out the window and there his nightmare stood all happy and okay.

 "Stay away. I've never wanted something but for you to be as far as you can from me" he almost pleaded when the mocking smile on his brother's lips crept right through every angle of his face.

 "You should have gotten used to it by now. You are nothing but my replica and you shall remain so" Aryan watched him walk back into the mansion as hot tears threatened to fall from his eyes but he held his shit in. 

Driving home he did not realize when he had taken the wrong direction and now he was in the neighborhood of the one person who did not want to see his face.

 "I will only look from outside" he convinced himself as he drove towards the Mcrocal Residence. The rain was pouring hard but he wanted nothing but to be closer to his heart. 

Aryan drives up the path, his eyes constantly glancing out the street searching for the house number when he sees him. 

He was desperately begging but the door was slammed in his face, he watched him cry and beg but the rain drowned his words. 

Aryan sat in his car contemplating whether or not to help the boy when he fell to the ground and no reaction followed. 

"REECE" he screamed rushing out to his aid.