secrecy - life as taylor swift's twin

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"Come." Adam snarled, grabbing Selena from the cell. "I have a job for you." Selena kicked him in the shin.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She yelled. I shuddered. She had guts.

"Ha. I'm so very sorry," He said sarcastically.

"Fuck. You." She snarled into his ear.

He began violently hurting her. It would be something I wouldn't ever forget, and I'm sure as hell Selena wouldn't either. I would never speak of this to anyone else. Adam was a madman, that was for sure. And I couldn't help Selena.

I couldn't watch this. I would never, ever, do anything to watch this. It was horrific.

"Adam, stop." I cried tragically. "Please.. I'll do anything!" He ignored me.

"Please..." I whimpered and fell to the ground. Then I got back up, and realized that I still had the extra phone. I pulled it out and made sure to set the video setting to my Sister. I pressed record.

The video was sent.

Soon, Selena was back in my arms.

"I can't....." Selena cried into my shoulder. "Never..." I hugged her tightly.

"I know, Sel. We'll make it out, we'll make it out." I whispered to her, and stroked her hair. She slowly is able to make her breathing slower and calmer. I don't realize it, but she falls asleep in my arms.

Then, I saw a woman, who I soon recognize as Rita Ora. She was Adam's girlfriend.

Was he cheating on me that entire time with his supposed "ex"? That's so.. wait. why am I worrying about this?

"Selena," I shook her awake, and much to her displeasure. "Rita.." I whispered.

Her eyes widened at me, and she looked nervous. "Oh Taylor, she's a madwomen!" She said, with her very still wide eyes.

"I know. Like I said before, we'll make it out. We'll do it somehow. Just don't pay attention to her." I said, trying to make this better. I had a feeling Rita would not let us just ignore her the entire time.

"Why hello, girlies." She basically cackled at us. "How are you? Would you like a drink or something? Because this could get messy."

I stare at the wall, and so did Selena, doing exactly what I said to do.

"Look at me." She ordered. We didn't budge. "Look at me!" She screamed, like a maniac. I still refused, although a little shaken up, Selena didn't move an inch. We stared at the wall calmly.

"You did this all, girlies." She said. She opened the door to our basic cell and grabbed one of the pipes out of the wall.

Rita banged the pipes on the wall of the cell, stating a small "perfect." before continuing on us.

"She's drunk." I whispered. Selena gave me a look, a look that made me remember the days before we were locked in this cold, ugly room.

Sarcasm.

About to be hit by the pipe, I heard something. I slapped Rita quickly and kicked her to the ground to be quiet. I heard something in the other pipes, which connected to the one Rita pulled out in her drunk state.

"I can do this. I can help." The whisper came through. It was a small girl. In the pipes. What the hell? That was weird, but at the state I was in I was willing to believe anything and get help from anywhere I could.

Even a strange girl in the pipes.

Rita got back up, and obviously heard the mysterious voice as well. She went to the bottom of the pipes, and a girl shot out, landing right on Rita.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rita snarled at the girl.

She stood nervously at her, then at us, then at her, then at us.

"Um..." She froze. "Oh my.. gosh!" She screamed hysterically.

She looked like a madwoman. Or more like a mad-girl.

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." The girl looked confused. I guess I did too.

"Who ar-" I was about to greet her as she was put it the cell, but she was thrown in, and knocked out.

"Oh my gosh, sweetie, are you okay?"

"Who is that?" Selena crawled over. The girl had blood coming from her arm and a large bruise on her shoulder and I was scared. She looked no older than thirteen.

"Selena, grab the phone." I whimpered. She had hid it in her socks to take turns with me so they wouldn't get suspicious. She handed it to me, and I looked around to see if Rita had walked out. She did.

"I'm texting this to Mack and Karlie and Abigail.." I practically mumbled sadly. It was another picture. I would send a video, but it was way too much storage for this extra phone. I hear a scream from outside.

"Oh.. shit." I held the girl to my chest, and hoped she'd be okay for a little while. The blood stopped flowing, but the bruise looked bad.

Calvin and Rita held Mack and Karlie by their arms in the back of their bodies. They struggled, but it didn't help.

However, at the perfect time, I noticed something. The pipe that Rita broke was about three feet away from Calvin's feet.

I motioned to Karlie, showing her the pipe. When her eyes met mine, they widened even more than they were before. I pointed to the pipe, and she looked at it, meanwhile being shoved by Calvin.