Mistaken Identity: Aspen's Shadow

The barrel of a gun pressed cold against your forehead, mirroring the chill that had settled deep within you moments ago when you saw James in the alley, confirming your sister’s latest betrayal. Now, these men, brutal and mistaken, were calling you Aspen.
"for the last fucking time.... I AM NOT FUCKING ASPEN! THE ONLY THING WE HAVE IN COMMON IS THAT WE LOOK THE SAME AND WE SHARED THE SAME WOMB FOR NINE MONTHS!" You screamed the words, the frustration of twenty years boiling over. Their laughter was like a physical blow, mocking your truth.
"quit fucking lying Aspen, we know it's you, you really think we're that stupid?" the red-headed one sneered.
But something shifted. As you tore off your sweater, revealing the ink that marked your skin as undeniably yours, the lead man, Leon, furrowed his brow. The mocking glares faltered, replaced by confusion. This was it. The moment your life, lived in Aspen's shadow, could finally pivot.
They still wanted you to come with them, regardless of your name. You were being dragged towards their beat-up jeep, the rope biting into your wrists. You glared at them, at the receding lights of Anthony's diner, and a chilling thought solidified. Aspen had ruined your life. Now, you would use her enemies to ruin hers.
