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Bailee

My names Bailee, I'm 17 years young. I live in Miami with my twin sister Reagan, i Am currently laying on the couch waiting for Reagan to get home. I don't know where she is but I also don't care. *ding* God where is my phone? Under my butt of course,
Reagan-Bailee can you come get me
Bailee-why can't you bring yourself home why do I have to come get you
Reagan-it's serious bay please come get me I'm at Rileys house
Bailee-I'm on my way
I really wish she would stay away from that blonde bimbo she's nothing but trouble. Riley is manipulative I really don't want to know what happened this time between them. last time Reagan needed me to come get her from Riley's house it was like midnight and Reagan was drunk. needless to say Riley took advantage of her, I thought after that she might be smart enough to stay away from her but I guess not. it was only 3 months ago she still has nightmares about it.

I'm in Riley's driveway now I hope nothing bad happened. I walk up to the door and walk in, why bother nocking? As soon as I open the door I see Riley on the floor she looks dead. I walk over to her and shake her "Ry where's Reagan?" She opens her eyes looks at me for a split second the slaps me across my face. I stumble back a bit then grab her shirt and slam her into the wall "you don't touch me got it?!? Now where is Reagan?!?" I yell in her face all she does is smirk I bang her head on the wall and let her go. she falls to the floor unable to hold herself up in her drunken state. "I'll find her myself" i say through gritted teeth. I walk into the kitchen nothing's here. I check the bathroom in the way to going up stairs she's not in there either. I walk up the stairs and look in all the bedrooms she's not in any of them. she must be in the basement. I run back down stairs Riley is passed out where i left her, I hurry down the basement steps and start to look around. the basement is sound proof and is set up like a strip club except in part of the giant room there are cages in each there is a bed. you can guess what she uses them for. I walk over to one of the cages and of course Reagan's handcuffed to the bed. I unlock the cage and un cuff her. I sit down and pull her into a hug, she's crying. I pick up her clothes that are scattered on the floor and dress her. "what did she do to you?" I asked. "n..nothing she just made me strip" she said quietly. I just nod I'm glad that's all that happened. I grabbed her phone and put in in my pocket with mine. I scooped up Reagan and took her up stairs, Riley was still on the floor. I carried her out to my car and buckled her in. she's weak and vulnerable and that's exactly what Riley wants.

I carry Reagan inside and take her to her room, she sleeping already so I take off her pants and sweatshirt and cover her up. I'm only older than her by a minute but it seems as if she's younger and it's my responsibility to take care of her. I don't mind though, I know she's going through a rough time and I'm the only one here for her. we live by ourselves in a huge mansion our parents bought us we have 2 maids that take care of us and as far as our parents I have no clue where they are but they have a widely owned business and make boo-coo bucks so I doubt mind them never being here. we have an allowance they give us every month and it's way more than enough to live off from so I guess you could say we have it pretty good.