Since then, I'd been acting as Olivia. I wore her clothes, styled my hair like hers. When I didn't mirror her perfectly, it became a problem.
Last month, I'd accidentally hummed a song she had never liked while cooking dinner. Theo had spilled boiling water on my hand, leaving a scar that still hadn't healed.
The week before, I'd forgotten which side Olivia parted her hair. Theo had cut chunks out of my hair while I slept.
The only thing that remained truly mine were my eyes, green where hers had been blue. Last month, Caleb had ordered contact lenses to fix even that difference.
After cleaning the wax from my hair, I headed to the bathroom for a proper shower. When I turned on the water and stepped in, pain engulfed my body. I screamed with my skin already turning an angry red.
The bathroom door opened. Theo stood there, watching me with that same emotionless stare.
"Bleach works better than hair dye, doesn't it?" he said flatly. "Maybe now you'll remember who you're supposed to be."
He slammed the door shut and locked it from the outside. I pounded against it, the chemical burning deeper into my skin with every second.
"Help! Someone please!"