Secrets *EDITING*

Family life isn't as easy as Rebecca originally thought. Her parents neglecting her, secrets, love and horrible things happens along the way to success. *A One Direction lovestory* *A Selena Gomez twin story*


30. Chapter 30; Selena

I walked into Rebecca's hospital room to see Louis sitting in the chair beside her bed, sleeping. He has basically been by her side all week, only going home to shower, participate in interviews and eat. He's with her more than I am.

I walked up beside Rebecca's bed and changed the flowers in the vase on her side table. Red Tulips, her favorite. I grabbed a chair and pulled it up beside the bed.

I looked at her. 

Her short brown, highlighted, hair was still somehow in a bun, her face paler than ever and her eyes closed, laying in the bed like a dead person. The only thing confirming, that she's actually still alive, was the beeping machines by her side. 

I teared up at the sight of her and sat down in the chair. I took her lifeless, cold hand in mine and drew small circles on the backside.

"Please, please wake up. Becca please!" I whispered. Salty tears ran down my cheeks and dripped onto her hand as a sobbed with my free hand over my month. 

I felt an arm go across my shoulder in a comforting manner. I didn't need to look up to know, that it's Louis. I must have awoken him. 

"It's okay, I miss her, too," Louis said. I looked at him and saw him looking at Rebecca with a distant look, a small, almost invisible, smile dancing on his lips. Neither of us said anything. There was nothing to be said.

The silence was comfortable, but suddenly the constant beeping stopped and only one really long beep was heard in the quiet room. Doctors and nurses came rushing into the room and me and Louis was thrown out the door before we could even realize what was happening.

"Oh my god, no!" I almost screamed and collapsed onto the tile floor. I'm so emotional all the time! I'm not doing anything but cry my makeup off. If I'm even wearing anything at that. I don't even really bother anymore to be honest.

Louis helped my off of the floor and onto one of the chairs. I looked up at him through my blurry vision. I could see right through him. This was hurting him almost as much as it was hurting me. He was just better at keeping it bottled inside. Not even my acting skills could help me in this situation. I was an absolute wreck and there was nothing I could do about it.


OMG 30 chapters! This story is gonna be looong!

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