The twin

Me and my twin brother Henry were just 6 ½ at the time when we moved we stayed in a small apartment building not too far from the Penny’s grocery store. Henry and I like to draw all the time. Our bedroom would be filled with drawings of cats, also monsters otherwise known as greekester men, the ghost that can whisper all your fears then make you do them. Henry was always about trucks and monsters. It was like an obsession to him most of the time I would freak mom out. Mom, who is known as Annie, works hard work. She would stay late and have paper on the kitchen table. Mom likes rules in the house. We are always limited to what we eat, play, do. The one big rule is not to go in her room. She says there are demos living under the bed but she’s the only one to destroy the demon. Me and Henry never bother to go in there anyways where’s the fun in that. The last time I can remember going in without permission was when Henry had a good idea of being a demon killer. We suited up. I had the bubble wrap, He had the cardboard boxes. We were unstoppable so we thought. Mother walked in on us hitting her bed with our plastic weapons, we got grounded for weeks, only for protecting mother. So me and Henry always play in our room from now on. Mom likes to lock herself in her room for hours at times, every week or so she would get a big bottle covered in a brown bag we use for packed lunches. Mom will put the bottle in her room from time to time, but what she never notices is that Henry and I looked at the garage and we saw what had looked like 4 bottles of it. I read the label it said “ jon’s bustle butter wine” Henry and I think it’s a new drink from the store. It must taste good or else mother wouldn’t have drinked a lot of it at times. After drinking the bottle mother would come out and go to the restroom, she would always trip or faint in a small way trying to get there. Our neighbor Benjamin wolfhard says that our mother gets tipy, I think it is a code word for adults. When Henry and I got to the age 8 we learned something called drunk. It is when someone drinks alcohol and starts to get tipy also make bad decisions. It never occurred to me Our mother was drunk or had any problems until one day Henry and I were doing homework together since we had the same classes. A strange knock appeared at the door. Knock,knock it eventually got louder KNOCK,KNOCK when Henry opened the door I looked at the time 8:48 pm. It was very late for someone to come and Benjamin should’ve been in bed by now and so should have we. I turned my head directly at the door opening. Me and Henry saw these two white males with blue uniforms on. One of them led forward to Henry and asked “if anyone was home by the name of Mithcarthie butcher” Henry said no with a big gulp in his throat. The two white males came in, told us to sit in the coach, and asked a question regarding someone named Mithcarthie butcher. Henry and I didn’t know anyone by that name. They both started to look around and saw the bottles of jon’s wine in the garage, they looked around more when they started to look in mom's room. I said “ we are not allowed in there” The white males asked why, I didn’t give them any answers since I didn’t know them Henry asked who they were. They both said “there cops they help people also save crime and catch bad guys” That’s cool, that’s when we heard mother coming up the stairs. She looked at us and the two cops. That’s when she dropped her bottle of jon’s wine. Clash, the sound of the glass shattering on the floor. Mom started to run, we didn’t know why then the cop went after her. Me and Henry knew our mother wasn’t a criminal or bad she was just a normal mom. Then one of the men in the blue clothing said something in his microphone but because he was running it was pretty hard to listen. After a couple of minutes people came up to us and said lots of questions about, are you ok? Did she hurt you in any way? Did she do anything sexual to you? What was going through my mind was, what’s going on or what’s happening. The two cops took my brother and I to a police station. The nice lady from the desk gave us hot chocolate. I looked at her plate name. It was Lydia promono. Henry and I overheard one of the guards talking, we heard them say “ Man I wish we cot her. That would have been a big promotion for me Kyle, the head of ceo damn that would have been good if she hadn’t gotten away ``''Ben you will be fine without getting promoted we will catch her, just you wait ben” Was our mom really the Mithcarthie butcher? If so, what did she do? There were so many questions but so little answers. Another man named Richard came to us and we talked about sending us to shelter. At the monument Henry and I didn’t care we wanted to see our mom. Maybe around 11:42 we went to a place called Patty’s shelter for children. We got settled in quite nicely, but I got this odd vibe to this house I told henry. He said I was just being crazy. This house was just very odd to me but not to Henry. I thought twins shared everything together or something like twin telepathy. Me and Henry were in and out of places like the hospital and the police station. Henry liked it there because of the deck lady Ms. Lydia promono everytime we went there she would give us hot chocolate. Yumm, they tasted good. After three months of traveling place to place it kind of stopped. We didn’t see Ms. Lydia promono anymore also Richard. It was kind of sad we lost all the attention. We stayed in the shelter, well as I liked to call it the odd house but whatever. In the patty’s shelter I met Maddison jones. She is nice, she is around the age of me and also henry. I like Maddison’s stories, She tells the most incredible stories. Also I love her paintings. They are fantastic. The one thing I hate is Patty's dog, that dog looks in my eye with a glare. It’s creepy, My brother loved Patty’s dog but because no one named him we called him Oscar.