Page 129 of Beautifully Twisted


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There's a strangled noise at the door, and it takes me a good few breaths to get my fury back in a box. Mostly.

Then I turn, and all my nightmares come crashing down around me.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The expression on her face tells me all I need to know.

But...I ask anyway, holding up the pregnancy test.

Thepositivepregnancy test.

I know it's positive because the box, flattened beneath it,shows the positive and the negative on it, and this one...it's fucking goddamn positive.

"Is this yours, Lyndall?"

Her eyes go wider. "I was going to take out the trash. I just..."

"Is it?"

My fifteen-year-old sister swallows. "Yes. I'm pregnant."

Chapter Twenty-Three

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I pauseon top of the stairs, near the kitchen, hand pressed hard to my stomach as I listen to the loud conversation coming from the room between Lyndall and Enzo.

My throat closes tight, and swallowing is an insurmountable chore.

For a moment, I can't move.

I know I should turn and go upstairs because this isn't my business.

This is family business, and just because I'm knocked up doesn't mean I'm family.

Enzo and I aren't anywhere close to even being in a relationship or figuring out what we want beyond lust.

Shit.

I grip the handrail with my free hand.

I have no idea how I feel.

Before all this, I might have said I was fall-in-love material. Before all this, I might have said I was in a conundrum, as I could fall for both handsome, hot, sexy Enzo, someone I've known forever, and the mysterious stranger who'd become my closest confidant and knew my inner self, knew all my secrets,even the ones with urges and desires, and though I'd never seen him, he was special...

So... no flipping idea now since everything is twisted around and upside down.

I shake my head. "Walk away. This is a family argument, nothing more."

The only thing is, it doesn't feel like something normal.

It's different, but as someone who never fought with her father, how the hell would I know what a family fight should sound like?

Not this.

But I don't move. I can't.

It's not shouting level, just loud and urgent enough to stop me in my tracks and make my insides keep twisting.