Chantelle is a girl who doesn't follow rules. She likes to travel the less traveled path. She doesn't fall IN LOVE. Never has, never will. Period. She doesn't have these things called "feelings". She's single but will never admit it. She's in a relationship with fun and freedom. There's just one thing many people don't know. She's Harry Styles' twin sister. When her brother comes home for the summer with the boys what'll happen? Will she fall for their boyish charms? Or will she remain the way she is? Or neither and she changes completely? Find out in Rebel.


56. Say something, I'm giving up on you


SO! I found the most perfect song for this chapter it's called Say Something I'm giving up on you. It goes like perfectly with the chapter and you need to listen to it to read the chapter and feel it's full impact. It's by A Great Big World ft. Christina Aguilera. So I'll give you moment to open a new tab on your computer and go on YouTube and look it up. Or Play it below. Alright done? PERFECT! Read on.

"Hey Chance, it's been awhile hasn't it?" She smiled sickly at me. I felt my stomach turn and I felt sick. My palms were sweating and I felt like I was gonna pass out. Was I afraid? Maybe a little. She laughed a little. I felt chills. I was scared a lot. "W-what do you want?" My voice shook, just like my body. She smirked. Her tweet lingered in my brain.

@ChanceStyles you're getting hate I see. Well add another hater to your list cause you stole my best friend. Bitch, die in a fucking hole. 

"Well, I'm just trying to help another person out ya know. Another heartbroken person." I blinked, confused. What did she mean? "W-what are you talking about?" She laughed. "You are so innocent." She started to walk closer to me. I pressed my body as close to the wall as possible. I felt like I was about to burst into tears. "I was just offering someone my services." I tried to reply, but I was frozen in place. I was experiencing pure terror. Now I know why those people in the movies never run when they see their killers, they're frozen with fear. I was the victim, and Robyn, she was my killer.

"You're probably wondering what kind of service? A bodily service. I gave him my body and he'd give me the pleasure of knowing how much this would hurt you. Of coarse he doesn't know that. The poor boy so confused he didn't want to do it at first. But after a few days we did it. Again, and again, and again." A lump formed in my throat. They had sex. "You're lying." I choked out. She laughed even louder. "Babe, why would I lie about such a delicate subject as this? It's okay, at least he didn't do it while you two were dating or that really would've hurt right?" My breath came out shaky and I felt the tears forming in my eyes. A tear fell. She wiped it away. "Don't cry babe, at least he's happy now. So you should be too." Another tear rolled down my face. I wanted to disappear now. Never to reappear. "I gotta go now. Can you tell Niall I said bye?" She kissed my forehead and walked away. I didn't watch her leave. I still felt her lips on my forehead.

I ran into my room, the tears kept falling as threw my sheets and pillows about. I looked at the picture on my dresser. The boys. I spotted Niall. I screamed and threw it at the wall. It the glass shattered and the frame itself broke into pieces. I saw another picture of Niall, I had a picture of each boy in a frame. I threw it at the wall, this time the whole frame was glass. It shattered, just like my heart. I walked over to the shards. There were the two pictures. I fell to my knees. I put my hands on the shards. I shut my eyes, I didn't feel the pain. I was empty. I flipped my hands over and looked at them. They were covered in red. The red, was so familiar. I shut my eyes, and Niall on the bar floor when I had dreamed he was beat up came to mind, then I was shot. I opened my eyes. My blood covered the shards as they continued to bleed. The pictures, had red dots all over it. I shut my eyes. Images of Robyn and Niall filled my mind. The words he used to whisper to me, he'd whisper to Robyn. I screamed. This time I heard loud footsteps. She's coming back. I ran into my bathroom and slammed the door, locking it. I looked down at the knob, it was covered in blood. I looked at my hands once again.

I picked out a shard, throwing it in the sink. "CHANCE! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" Liam screamed. I walked over to the bathtub and turned on the water. "CHANTELLE SARAH STYLES! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!" Harry screamed. His voice sounded panicked. Don't worry Harry, I'm fine. I shut my eyes and the hate tweets flooded my mind, each comment digging deeper and deeper. I pulled my clothes off to find my knees bleeding with cuts. I put my foot in the warm water. "CHANCE THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Louis yelled. I remained in my bra and underwear as I sat down in the water. My cuts burned. I took a deep breath and went under. 10, 15, I counted the seconds. How long till I ran out. 20. I felt tired, as my muscles started to relax. There was I bang and I opened my mouth as water filled my mouth. I froze. I gasped for air, but only more water came. A pair of hands puled my up. I gasped as air rushed into my lungs. I coughed as I opened my eyes. I almost died. I looked up to meet Harry's gaze.

"Chance, why?" A tear rolled down his cheek. "I'm scared Harry." I whispered. Liam grabbed a towel. Harry helped me out and Liam wrapped it around my body. I walked out of the bathroom to find Louis cleaning up the last of the shards. He looked up at me with sad eyes. He stood up from the floor, the dust pan in his hands he dumped it in the garbage. "I'm sorry Lou."

He just looked at me. "Was it for Niall?" I shook my head. "The hate?" I shook my head again. "Then what?" His voice cracked. "You wouldn't under-" He cut me off. "Yes! Yes I would! Just explain it. Please. If I don't I'll try my best to. I just want to help. " Louis begged. I looked at Liam and Harry. They both just watched. "You wouldn't understand, cause I don't understand it myself." I shrug. Harry passes me some dry clothes. Liam and Louis leave, but Harry remains. "I need to change." He shakes his head. "I've dressed you before. I can't trust you anymore." I bite my lip. I suddenly felt like I had betrayed him. I nodded and turned my back to him and changed quickly. I crawled into bed and Harry slid in right beside me. He kept his hand around me. I felt more like his prisoner than his sister.  

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