Twin Life

Chapter 4

After driving Brittany to the hospital (I clearly couldn't call an ambulance with the shit show happening in her house), I slammed the breaks right in front of the emergency room. I bellowed for help and the medical team got a gurney and rushed her motionless body inside. There was so much hope inside of me for her to be okay. I prayed that Brittany wouldn't be too angry when waking up and we could work something out; I even hoped we could work on being close again and starting over.
Crap, there's going to be cops grilling me on what happened and probably call my bluff. Who's truly gonna believe "Oh, she tripped and fell?" What is this, a PG-rated horror movie?
I gasped. I haven't called Mom and Dad!
I put my worries aside and quickly dialed Mom's number first, pleading that she would answer. It rang about four or five times until I heard a "Hi, sweetheart, how are you?" with dance pop music playing in the background; I could tell she was doing her workouts that she copies from her big flat screen television that Brittany gave her and Dad inside their big house she also gifted them.
"Mom, Brittany's in the hospital!" I alerted her.
"Oh, that's nice," Mom replied. "Is she getting her body done again? I've been meaning to ask her what doctor she goes to for surgeries because I've been wanting some since some body parts of mine are getting a little flabby. Or should I-"
"I mean she got hurt," I sighed.
"Oh, my Cher!!!!!!" she gasped. "What happened?!"
"She hit her head hard," I explained. "We're at Greyhound Hospital in Deerlin."
"We'll be right there!" Mom said. Then she called to my dad and turned off the T.V. "Harold!!! Brittany got hospitalized!"
"Something happen with her fake boobs again?" Dad asked.
I shook my head.
My parents, Isabel and Harold Darling, saw potential in Brittany when she used to act out characters for us and were the ones who introduced her to people in the industry. They still treated us as equals and love us both dearly. They have also fallen victim to Brittany's negligence to her family. I guess being famous just made her cold because they treated both of us like princesses -- no, scratch that -- queens and tried their best to keep being close with her. I guess she lives in this fantasy that we only care about her for money and association, but that's clearly not true. Who was the one always asking for money for clothes, make up, and other things before she got famous? Who were the ones always busting their asses for us and still are? Who are the ones always asking the both of us to come over to their house for quality time whenever none of us are busy and who's the one who only comes over, like, ten percent of the time? Whatever Brittany's problem is, she needs to address it or get over it.
After waiting in the waiting room for some time and lying to my parents on what happened, a doctor came to give us an update. We quickly stood up.
"Your daughter suffered some blunt force trauma from the back of her head," he detailed. "Looks like a wall hit her." He paused for a second. "She's breathing and everything still looks pretty strong, so we believe everything will be okay. There wasn't too much damage. Her there's a slight crack in the very far back of her skull. She's in surgery right now. We will update you guys again soon."
A sigh of relief exited all three of us.
Thank goodness. I wasn't ready for a dead sister. I thought long and hard about my apology to her. I wanted to forget about today. Then again, I wanted to forget about yesterday, too, but I can't because that bitch and her friends posted that terrible video of me. Great.
I still have so many questions about today...
First, how could she be so mean to me? What did I do to get done so dirty by her?
Second, what did she gain from posting that video? Is she TMZ now?
Third, since when the fuck does she do drugs?????? Should I tell someone? I don't want her ruining her life nor ending it. And I didn't know Mark Wayne was using, too, I should be concerned for him, as well....
Wait, speaking of Mark, shouldn't I go back to Britt's house and make sure he's okay? He was still on the couch knocked out when I dragged Brittany to the car. I don't want them to get in trouble, though.
I told my parents I was going to stop by my place to change or something and drove back to Brittany's mansion; I still had her key. His car was still there, so I assumed he was still catching Z's. I rushed inside, hoping he was okay.
I walked in to hip hop music BLASTING loudly on the speakers and to Mark running around with no shirt nor pants on, and with a sheet on his hair. I was so confused on what was happening.
"WHEEEEEEEWWWWW," he shouted excitedly. "I'M FUCKING SUPERMAN!!!!!!!!!" I suppose the sheet was to imitate a cape.
The house was even more of a mess then when I last saw it with more drugs being present. How was I gonna get him to calm down and leave soon?
"Uh, excuse me?" I said, softly.
"FUCK YYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" he screamed, continuing his running.
"Mark?!?!?!"
He started to loudly sing along to the song that was playing. I walked over to the speakers while covering my ears and turned off the music.
"Mark!!!" I repeated.
He turned to me. "Hey, babe, when did your hair go brown?"
Oh brother, this dimwit still thinks I'm Brittany.
"It's me, Angel," I explained. "Please drink some water or whatever you need to do to sober up."
"Where's Brittany?" he asked, wobbling around.
"Uh, I don't know," I blurted out. I guess I didn't want more people to know that she was in the hospital and be in our business. "But once you sober up, please leave."
"What are you, my mother?" he teased.
"Your mother is dead," I reminded him.
"True," he replied.
He picked up a bong and a lighter, and tried to proceed with being high.
"Hey!" I yelled. "What did I just say????"
"But do I have to?" he whined.
"Yes," I demanded. "And clean up after yourself. I don't want Brittany in trouble."
"It can get cleaned up if I continue taking everything," he suggested as he drank water.
"Now, Mark!" I ordered. "And please put your clothes back on, jeez."
He rolled his eyes. "Whateves, Kevs."
Since I'm here, I should grab Brittany's phone and leave it at the hospital for her. I quickly walked upstairs and into her room; her house is so huge, walking up the long stairs felt like I was running a marathon. I caught my breath and looked for her iPhone 15 with the pink furry phone case on it. It was on her king sized bed and I grabbed it, planning to head back downstairs. However, curiosity got the best of me. What could I do to break into her phone? Can the face ID feature work for twins? The only difference is our hair. Let's try it. I looked for the blonde wig I used earlier and threw it onto my head. I woke her phone up to let me in.
Oh my gosh! It worked!!!! The phone let me in!
There was so much I wanted to learn about Brittany and I finally got the chance! I sat on her bed, excited. This is gonna be good.
I saw the typical apps everybody has on their phones: Youtube, Photos, Instagram, Twitter, Camera, Apple Music, Tik Tok, Uber, Netflix, all that crap.
Should I look at her photos? What could be in there that I haven't already se..... YEEEEEEOWZAAA!!!!!
There was a nude of hers!!!!!!! I did not need to see her genitals! My EYES!!!
Okayyyy, that's enough. Next app.
I went to her messages.
I saw a bunch of her friends' names and the messages between them; I barely saw any messages from relatives. I also saw some from her team, especially her talent manager, Samantha, who was basically a part of the family and has been Britt's right hand man since the very beginning. She has helped her get out of so many scandals, such as when Brittany and her friend got caught shoplifting when they were 14. Of course they got away with it because we're a rich Caucasian family and Sam came up with some "Oh, she's just young and pressured" crap in a public statement.
Hmm, what if I went into Brittany's social media apps and deleted that embarrassing video that she posted last night? Well what good would that do? It's already viral and being shared by millions.
Wait....
That nude photo!
What if......
Absolutely not!!!!! I would be no better. That's a terrible thing to do to Brittany. Why don't I just sue and take her and her friends to court for the video? But then she will sue ME for getting violent with her and for knocking her out. Damn. I don't know... There must be something else in here I could use or hold over her head. Should I keep her phone until she wakes up? No. Well? No way. I should get back to the hospital.
I walked back downstairs with Mark now dressed and finally calm. He was cleaning up the mess he made in the living room. He saw me and asked " You heading back out?"
"Yeah, just needed to pick up something of mine," I replied, lying.
"Cool, I'm about to dip, too. I don't know what it is, but Britt was acting different today. And now she ditches me when she was the one who invited me. How does that make sense?"
"Oh, um... that's Brittany for ya," I shrugged.
"I guess," he agreed. "Oh, and don't let that video she and her friends posted get to ya. One time, she posted a picture of me watching Dragon Tales without my permission! Can you believe that?!"
"..... that's not as bad as what I did," I said.
"Yeah, but a guy in his twenties watching a baby show?" he said. "The internet called me 'Dragon Doof' for months!"
"But that's still not-" I sighed and decided to just appreciate the fact that at least he was trying to comfort me. "Never mind. Thanks, Mark."
"No probs, Bobs," he chimed.
We parted ways and I drove back to the hospital. I kept debating on if I should keep Brittany's phone. Eh, why not? I deserve something after what she did. But I should hold off on leaking and exposing her stuff; at least until I officially make up my mind.