Hold Up

Chapter 3

"Wake up!" A voice says nudging me awake and I don't recognize the voice so I ignore them and roll over and snuggle more into my blankets go back to sleep with hopes that they'll leave me alone. I hear a sigh and the person walks off.

The next time I'm woke up it's violent and the covers were ripped from me making me roll since I had a good hold of them and my face ended up smothered into the pillow which harshly has me fully awake now.

"Come on Bella seriously get up." The voice says and I manage to roll taking the pillow with me. I'm too groggy to reply, however, I do end up groaning when the pillow is also taken from me making me put my arm over my eyes when the person voice that I don't recognize opens up the curtains loudly letting the bright sun in. 

I'm confused now that I'm not so groggy and I wonder if my mother got a new maid here because last I knew she was still in California and didn't tell me she hired someone for my apartment.

"Ugh. I swear to god young lady if you don't get up I'll go shopping without you and you won't like what I pick out for you." I hear and now I'm fully confused because this screeching woman's voice doesn't belong to my mother and no one hired would wake me and talk to me like this.

"Hold Up!" I shout and instantly throw my arm off my face and sit up and look at the woman. 'What the fuck? Who is this woman and why is she in my apartment?' I think to myself as the woman stares at me with annoyance.

"I mean it Isabella Marie Swan. You have ten minutes to get your ass out of bed and ready to meet me in the car or I'm leaving without you." She yells in a huff annoyance and then turns and storms out of the room. I wince at the volume of her voice and I see that this isn't my room and she called me Isabella Marie Swan.

"Hold Up. Did that voice say Isabella Marie Swan? What the fuck is that woman playing at and where the fuck am I? How did I get here? I'm seriously going to kill Sara or Ashlyn if they are behind this sick joke." I say and my eyes widen registering I don't sound like myself and now I'm fully awake.

'I've pulled a single prank on her and she has never let me live it down.' I think to myself and rub my eyes before moving my hand hands immediately as it registers that the woman who woke me looked just like Renee from Twilight, but this woman has longer hair, but the face was definitely hers. She also called me Isabella Marie Swan to my face and my voice its not mine either.

"Damn. I feel hung over, but I don't remember drinking. In fact... I can't remember the last thing I did. This scares me and has me standing up and in front of the mirror I seen on the wall.

The mouth opens and I gasp and I bring my hand to my mouth. "Fuck!" I scream looking at myself but not myself, the body reflecting in the mirror is Kristen Stewart before she came out and chopped her hair off and she looks to be about eighteen. The eyes are Kristen's green ones and not Isabella Swan's dark chocolate brown ones. I walk closer in the mirror to see if I have contacts in but surprisingly I don't see any and I even try use my finger to check, but I only end making my eye sting and it hurts and starts to fucking water.

Definitely no contacts then. "Fuck." I say out loud wiping at my eyes and I turn to look around the room and I don't see any cameras or bright lighting, and definitely no microphones.

"BELLA, HURRY UP!" The woman screams louder from outside the room and I hear keys rattling viciously.

"Fuck me." I sigh out in frustration and pinch my arm to wake up and there is nothing but pain and now a sore red spot. "Okay, come on Jordan you can think about this fucked up situation later." I say under my breath as I look in the dresser for clothes except they're all empty. I sigh and stand back and look around again and I see some folded clothes on a chair and I take off the night clothes that Bella must have put on, because I personally sleep in my underwear or nothing at all.