(Esmee) Hands (Mi's side)

Hands

Ok only a small chapter here but i am all ready writing the next one. Writers block dirverted for now. Watch this space.
“It isn’t his job to give up Mi,” I said in a whisper, leaning forward and taking hold of one of her cold hands into mine; rubbing mine over the fingers separating them to let the daylight through. “No one has given up on you mi.” The words felt like acid bile as they crawled up my thought and entered into the world to sooth the ears of the needy and poison the heart of the teller, but what else could I say? To tell her she was right; that he couldn’t care what the hell happened as long as she pissed off and freed up the room that he needed for someone else that wouldn’t splatter mud onto his track record would be like running her over in my car when she was all ready on the floor.

“Now your lying to me,” Mi laughed gently twirling her fingers in mine before letting go allowing my hand to flop down to the bed with a dull thud; my car crashing into the end of then dead end street; Mi strewn across the bonnet and somehow though I was in the driving seat I hadn’t been driving.

“What if he has, does that mean you will give up too? What about me? I will never give up on you and Emmet will never give up.” I confirmed pressing my fingers back into the gaps between Mi’s. It still felt strange to look at her skin next to mine; to feel it on mine. she was my sister; we shared a womb, the type A blood running though our veins not a coincidence like it had been for all the other patients I had touched hands with and for a moment I got lost in the delicate shape the hands made locked together, something strong yet so breakable in the structure they created.

It of course was the crashing and the shouted crying that brought me back to reality with a bump.