I Hear My Missing Twin Brother’s Voice is the fifty-second chapter of Zak Saturday's Immortal Love Life. It was first published on February 21, 2016.
Augh! Why is it so damn hard to write this song? I’ve never taken so long to write one song before. Maybe if I stop drinking it would help me think straight. I haven’t drank anything today and my thoughts did seem clearer.
I played my guitar. I managed to write a couple good verses, but I need a chorus, and my mind just goes blank. While spending a lot of time playing my guitar, I even came up with a good tune, and it sounds great with the verses.
Now if only I had a damn chorus.
“Can you think of any lyrics I can use?” I asked Komodo.
He just stared at me.
“You’re really no help.”
He made a little noise and laid his head on my knee.
Lately, Komodo’s been down here with me and listens to me play. He always finds me, but Zak can’t always. It’s probably because of my aura. Though, since Zak is Kur, that should help him find me a little bit more easily.
“Sarah?” a voice called to me.
I looked across the room and noticed Zak’s mom enter the room.
“Oh. Hi, Drew,” I said.
“Hi. You needed to speak to me?”
“Well, I don’t need to, I just want to since you’re kind of the only person I know who understands what I’m going through right now.”
“Ok. And what is that?”
I put my guitar down and prepared myself for this conversation.
“Drew, before last summer and during your years as a kid, did you think that you’d ever find Doyle again?”
Her eyes narrowed.
She sat down next to me. “No. I hoped I would, but after so many years, I eventually lost all hope of ever finding him again.”
“But you did find him,” I said. “And when you did, you were glad, right?”
“At first I was, but seeing how he and Doc didn’t get along, it was hard. But they managed to stand each other after a while. And I’m still glad that I found him. I know Zak is.”
We both laughed.
“But why did you want to know about what I felt during my brother’s long absence, if you don’t mind me asking?”
I hesitated. I felt like I could tell her, though I didn’t know why. I mean, I didn’t want to tell Zak, but I want to tell his mother? That was kind of weird.
I took a deep breath. “My brother—my twin brother, Zack—is missing. You remember him, right?”
I told her the whole story, even the part about him being raped. I just wish I could’ve explained it without crying. But I’ve gotta say, Drew was a good listener.
“I’m afraid I’ll never see him again,” I said. “I mean, those men have been on the run for years. They could hold my twin brother hostage for years, too.”
“You really love your brother, don’t you?” Drew said.
I nodded. “We’ve literally been together our whole lives.”
“Sarah, I know it seems like you’ll never see him again, but I know you will.”
“How do you know?”
“I never thought I’d see Doyle again, but I have. Granted, I waited two decades, but you and Zack have a strong bond. A bond like that can never be broken for long.”
I smiled. “Thanks, Drew.”
“You’re welcome. But I can’t imagine what your mother must be going through knowing that her son is being victimized like that. I don’t know what I would do if that were to happen to Zak.”
“Well, I’ll leave you alone now,” Drew said, getting up from where she was sitting.
“Thanks again, Drew,” I said. “And can you not tell Zak or anybody else about my twin brother?”
“Of course not.”
“Thanks. And you better not tell anybody either.”
Komodo looked offended by that.
Drew laughed. “I’ll see you later, Sarah.”
And she left the room.
I really enjoyed our conversation. She’s cool, but not quite as cool as my mom.
I summoned a small bottle of vodka to my hands and drank it. I gave up no longer drinking it. I liked vodka better than anything else. It’s not quite as strong. After I finished that bottle, I summoned another one.
I twisted the cap off and raised it to my lips.
Sarah, don’t, a voice said.
I looked around the room, but didn’t see anybody. A moment later I realized that the voice came from inside my head.
And I recognized it.
Zack? I asked.
I heard his voice a couple weeks ago, but I thought it was the alcohol making me hear things that wasn’t there. I still think that now, but I wasn’t so sure.
Sarah, I’m fine, he said.
“How can I know you’re fine if I don’t even see you?” I asked out loud.
“He is fine, Sarah,” another voice said, this time not in my head. “At least, now he is.”
Komodo lifted his head and growled.
I turned toward her and almost did the same thing. “Danielle. What do you want?”
“Not to fight this time,” she replied, walking over to me.
Komodo growled the more closer she got.
“Komodo, stay back,” I said. “For now, anyway.”
He did as I said.
I turned back toward Danielle. “How do you know that Zack is fine?”
“Because I’m your evil clone, and evil clones know more than their original selves,” she replied.
“If Zack is fine, then where is he?”
“Recuperating while still being somewhat held hostage. But in a good way.”
“How can being held hostage be good?”
“It depends on who’s holding you hostage. You’ll see him soon.”
“Can you at least tell me where he is?”
“All I can tell you is that he’s no longer being victimized and that he’s safe with who he’s with now. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to go.”
“Fine. Then go. Thanks for nothing, bitch.”
She teleported away.
“God, she’s annoying,” I said.
Was she lying about Zack being fine? I asked my powers.
Zack told you himself, they replied. So no.
Zack’s ok and hopefully safe too. I should be grateful for that at least.
And I heard his voice inside my head . . .
That gave me an idea for the chorus to my song. I summoned my music booklet, a pen, and started writing.
I liked the part with Sarah and Drew. That was kind of cool. But who do you guys think Zack is safe with?
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- Doyle Blackwell (mentioned)