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?

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30. Chapter 30:

 

Emma's POV

It was morning. I was the first to slightly open my eyes. I noticed I was laying on Niall's chest. I slowly got up, which woke him up.
"Ahh, good morning Emma." I shot him a smile.
"Morning." I stretched my arms, almost hitting Niall in the face. "Are you ready to call?" I added.
"Yeah." I took my phone out of my pocket and dialled the number. "It's ringing." I said.

"What's your emergency?" The lady said.
"My dad kidnapped my twin sister and is now keeping her in a basement cell... We need help, he's dangerous." I said, stuttering through my words.
"They'll come as soon as possible. Please stay on the line while they come" she said, she typed a bunch of things in her computer, probably locating where I called from.
"Sure." I shifted myself to the passenger seat, Niall took the drivers.
"Are they still in this house?"
"Yes. My friend checked early this morning."
"Where are you currently?"
"Behind the duplex/house in an alley, in my car with my friend."
"Okay, that's all I need." She finished typing, I could tell 'cause the clicking stopped.

Suddenly. Police sirens and cars pulled in front of the house. A sense of relief shot me.
"C'mon." I said to Niall. I grabbed him out of the car and ran to the front of the house, they had knocked down the door. "Thank you." I mouthed to one of the cops. They came out with dad handcuffed and beaten up a little bit hit with the stick. They shoved him in the police car and left quickly to go to the station. Tears ran down my face. All that's happened.. Our mom and our dad are gone. Dad turned out to be chaos in a bottle. Mom, well we don't know her thoughts.
"Shh," Niall said, "it's going to be fine." I looked over his shoulder. One cop threw a set of keys to the other.. And he walked in the house. Minutes later he walked out with Brooklyn.

She looked horrid.

"BROOKLYN!" I hugged her in relief. "Thank goodness you're okay." She pulled from my hug slowly and painfully.
"He beat me up Emma." She showed me her arms, beaten with bruises, so were her legs. The scar was almost done forming from the day he cut Brooklyn's leg.
"Oh my gosh.. I'm never leaving by your side. Ever." I hugged her again. Brooklyn moaned. She was hurting, the first I've seen in years. I pulled in hat hug, softly but meaningly.

Brooklyn's POV

I showed Emma my scars, bruises and beaten legs and arms. I felt so embarrassed. I hope it heals. Emma pulled in for another hug, I looked over her shoulder, Niall was waiting there. I had to give him a hug.
"Niall, baby. I missed you sosososo much." I ran to him-it was more like jogging- and gave him a hug.
"I missed you too. More than you did." He whispered.
"Impossible." I looked at him, and kissed those powerful lips which shot words of love and care every single second. We held this kiss in.. Until..

"Um, Brooklyn?" One of the cops said. His name tag said 'Bruce'. "We have to bring you in, ask you questions." My heart dropped, I had to tell them all this, what happened.
"O-okay." They took me away from Niall and Emma, again.
"Niall, make sure that Harry and Louis are okay. Please do so." Emma said, the last words I heard from them as they put me in the car.
"Roger that." The cop said. I looked confused."We have someone waiting for you at the station." He added.
"Who?"
"Someone.. Who will help you."

I was thinking the whole ride. Who was this person? How were Niall and Emma, Harry and Louis? I could only see them for a short amount of time. I wish I could spend those long, comfortable days in my hoodies and shorts, instead I was all bruises and pyjamas in where the shorts were WAYY to short, and the top was long sleeve, the sleeves were tight on the wrists.

The sky looked slightly darker, as if it was a new dawn, a new day, a new life.

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