secrecy - life as taylor swift's twin

{16}

"Selena.. She's so hurt!" I sobbed.

In the picture, it showed Selena being bruised and beaten, by someone who I don't recognize. It's a woman though, not Adam. She doesn't look like anyone I've met before.

"Who is that?.." Harley muttered, walking over to the picture.

"Selena.. And someone else. Do you recognize her?"

Harley gasped. "Rita Ora!"

I panicked, looking at her. "The ex girlfriend of Adam? Taylor's screwed. Rita's a little.." I thought for the right word. "Absolutely insane."

Karlie sat down, and attempted to take off her stilettos. When she was successful, she breathed a sigh of relief. "My feet feel so much better."

I laughed a sad little laugh. I had nothing left to laugh about.

"So what's the plan?"

"Well.." Karlie glanced over at Harley. "We were thinking..."

Harley lifted her hands up. "No. Absolutely NOT."

"Please Harley! For Taylor." Karlie begged.

Harley nodded reluctantly.

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"Why am I even doing this?" Harley whispered to us in the tiny air vent.

"Because we need to make sure that this is the place they're hiding out."

A few minutes before, we had strategically planned everything. Where the building was, why we thought it was that building, what we were doing.

The building was on a corner hidden in an alleyway. It was dead silent until we reached the inside.

Screams everywhere.

I wanted to much to scream back and tell whoever it was that we were coming to save them, whether it be Selena or Taylor or someone else, but obviously it would've blown our hiding spot.

"Do what do I do again?" Harley asked me.

"Just go up to Rita and act like a little fangirl." I replied. "Practice quietly here again."

She groaned. "Fine," and took a breath. "Oh my gosh, you're THE Rita Ora, I love you SO much. You're my ROLE MODEL and I'm so happy to meet you right now I'm so scared and happy! What is this place? Why are you here?"  She fake squealed, and I nodded.

"Perfect," I approved. "Now get out there from this door. It should lead you to the room that they're in."

She leaned out of the vents very quietly. Karlie and Abigail stayed outside, in the bushes, while I came inside with Harley.

"Alright. Good luck."

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Harley's POV
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I crawled through the vents with a small nervousness that lingered through my stomach. I was scared. I had seen and heard of what Rita and Cal-Adam, did to Taylor and Selena.

"You can do this." I whispered to myself. "You can help."

Then suddenly, with my weight too heavy for the thin pipes, I fell through.

And landed on Rita Ora.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rita got up and snarled at me.

"Um..." I froze. "Oh... my gosh. YOU'RE RITA ORA!" I tried my acting, like Mackenzie told me to.

It didn't work.

Rita took a step back. "Whoa girlie, what do you want?"

"Uh... I want an autograph!"

Rita shook her head, obviously very annoyed.

"Nope. Go join your friends."  I had failed.

What would McKenzie think of me now?

I felt myself being thrown like a rag doll and let out a soft scream of terror.

Then, everything went black.

I was in my kitchen. My mother was silently eating the small bowl of oatmeal she made for herself.

I was ignored.

He came. He came into the house, stomping.

He punched her, he punched my mother. Her blonde hair flew everywhere and she knocked out, falling on the broken, half-tiled floor.

He rounded on me. I jumped up and ran to my bedroom. He found me. He kicked me and slapped and punched me too.

I laid on the ground, helpless. He left.

I called Bailey to come lie down with me. She sniffed me a bit, then whined quietly, and with my shush, she laid down next to me, licking my face.

"I love you." I whispered, and fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of sirens. There he was, they were taking him away to the blue and white car. They put him in with the bars in the back.

I was grateful, but scared. Would they now take Bailey away from me?

Now Bailey was gone, given to someone else who wouldn't love her as much. No one would ever love her as much as me.

The orphanage was lonely without my Bailey.