Double Trouble

Hi, my names are Emma and this is Brooklyn Hughes. We're twin sisters. We are like one and another a lot an we both had to leave our home since our parents are not the best for eachother. One day, I met a curly haired boy named Harry, but little did I know my twin sister had as well, and the boy thinks we are the same person. How should I - I mean we - how should we tell him?


28. Chapter 28:

Brooklyn's POV

I never lost hope.. Never did, never will. He couldn't beat me down that hard. I inspected the cut down the side of my leg. It wasn't deep, I was lucky, it was red all around the area. I had just finished the video chat with Emma. She saw all that, I felt so embarrassed. But i kept a smile on my face. They were going to come and save me. I hope. I looked around my cell, there was a lamp, a bed, a sink and a toilet with no plumbing.

His giant feet came stepping down the stairs. I hid the phone quickly into my pocket.
"Hello." I said.
"I'm back, as you can see." He said. I had to be on my best behaviour.. To get fed. I haven't eaten in hours. I was starving. "Do you miss your mother?" He added. My heart dropped.
"A l-little, s-so y-yes." I stuttered, I was scared. I brought my feet up close and wrapped my arms around my knees, my back flat on the wall.
"Good answer." That was a good answer? Thinking he was going to beat me up or something. 'Stay good...' I thought.
"Next question.." He added. Wait, was he testing me? "How is Emma..?" He said carefully. I wanted to freak out at him, it was ALL about Emma.
"G-good, her ankle is better..?" I questioned my answer.
"That's good...." He clamped his hands together. "Well.. Enough for now. I'm coming back with food.. You well deserve it for your first day here." I got up off the floor.
"Wait, what?" I said.
"Well, you're not leaving just yet. I have to bond with you.. A lot more." He said it like cameras were watching his every move. I crossed my arms.
"You're going to torture me.. A lot more." I gave him a harsh look. He shot me one back. He thought for a minute, locked my cell and ran upstairs.. What was he doing?

He came back down with a pair of handcuffs. I panicked, breathing heavily.
"You asked for it." He said.

Frig I did too.

Dad shook the handcuffs, they sounded like screaming bells. He squeezed one of my wrists and clamped the cuff around it. It was way too tight. I screamed in pain. He brought me over to the bed, and wrapped that one around the post along with my hand, grasping for space. Same pain. I had no place to go. I weeped a little.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I said, tears slowly running down my face.
"You're a lot like your mom, you know that right?" I nodded. "Well, that's why. Get it?" I nodded.

I didn't.

"That should keep you from going nowhere.." He said wiping off his hands. "I'll be back with your reward." He walked back upstairs again. I felt like It wasn't going to be much of a reward only because I got mad and now I'm locked in handcuffs on my bed. I could move to the sink and sleep on my bed. I crawled into my bed and lifted up the covers. It didn't exactly feel like home. I was just.. fixing myself to the area. An hour after, He came back downstairs and opened the cell door. The plate was filled with bread, soup and vegetables. A smile spread across my face.
"All for you." He said. He placed it on the floor and un cuffed me. I sat down and grabbed the plate, then dad came next to me.
"You know, I was thinking.." He continued. "I'll cuff you when Im gone, when I'm here, you'll be free. Besides there's no way out." He scuffed. "Agree?" I nodded.
"Sounds well." I said. I scarfed down half of the plate, saving the other portion for later. While he wasn't looking, I hid the fork in the back of my pants, facing up. I handed over the plate to him gently. He cuffed me back again.

He was leaving.

He walked upstairs and quickly came back down , wearing his jacket.
"I'll be out, I'm going to the store to get more food.. Would you like anything special for your next reward?" Really? He's actually asking me..
"Well, I've been in these clothes for a day or two, I'd like some new ones." My top was ruined in blood because I was occasionally cleaning my leg off.
"I was going to get you some clothes.. I'll get you some extra." He smiled. It wasn't a nice smile, it had a sense of evil. "I'll be back in two hours tops. Don't try to escape."
"I'll be here." I said. I didn't promise anything. He locked up and ran upstairs, I saw him outside in less than a minute. His van raced off, he wanted things done.

I was sorta happy he was getting me clothes, but I was still scared, drowning my sorrows in a pillow that smelled like moth balls. I screamed many times, of the pain I suffered inside. I kept on looking out the tiny enclosed window, waving my arms for help. No answer. I'd cry even more. I tried many times breaking the window to shatters, squeezing through the rusty, metal cell bars. Nothing. My body gave up, my brain kept on telling me not to give up. I had to. There was no other idea. The fork had no use. I had already thrown it to the other side of the cell. My life is kinda good, and pretty bad at the same time. It was indescribable of how I felt. Suddenly, I had this feeling inside, I screamed in pain, it was overpowering my body. My happiness was drowning from my sadness. My depression was coming back. This time I truly hated my own father, to the bone.

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