We have all got secrets

Rebecca has been an orphan her entire life. When she reaches the age of 18, she has to leave the orphanage as she has become too old to stay. After living on the street for a few years, Rebecca finally gathers up the courage to look through her personal file in hope of finding her birth parents. Isn’t that what every orphan wants? At least that’s what Rebecca wants.

Family life isn't as easy as Rebecca originally thought. Her parents neglecting her, secrets, love and horrible things happen along the way to success.

*A One Direction love story*
*A Selena Gomez twin story*


12. One month

One month; a whole of 31 days. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve last seen Rebecca conscious. She’s still in a coma like a sleep she can’t wake up from, while I’m stuck on the sideline begging for her to wake up so I can make sure she’s okay. I almost break down in sobs every time just the thought of her not waking up enters my thoughts. The doctors have told me it’s a possibility (just like every other coma patient) but I refuse to lose hope. I can’t lose hope; Rebecca wouldn’t either if the situation was switched.

Over the last month I’ve spent a lot of time on my own, so I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. I’m not even sure what I’m going to do when she wakes up. Of course, I’m going to be happy - I’m probably going to cry, but other than that… Will we finally talk about Aiden? Will she ever fully trust me with her past or will I forever be left in the shadow? 

Other than my thoughts I haven’t had any other company. Louis has tried to talk to me but I’ve been pushing him away. I know how much he’s hurting and I can’t deal with it right now. He has even tried to get Harry to call me, but I’ve ignored him. Sure, we had a little something at one point but not anymore, he knows I’m with Justin, whom I haven’t seen since that dreadful day either.

The only public thing I’ve done is a single interview yesterday because my manager forced me to go, but I ended it early when the interviewer began asking about Rebecca, which is the only thing I asked them to not speak about. 

“Welcome Selena!” The interviewer, Kimberly, welcomes me when I walk on set. I’m wearing a tight black pencil skirt that stops just before the knees, a blood red see-through blouse and black heels. 

“Thank you for having me,” I smile and shake her outstretched hand. 

“So, Selena,” Kimberly begin as we take our seats in the two chairs in the middle of the room, “Have you been doing anything exciting lately?” She looks at me with the kind of look that only interviewers have, like she’s just waiting for me to screw up so she has some juicy news for her program. My facial expression almost drops, but I manage to keep the fake smile plastered on my lips. I just hope it’s as convincing as I think it is. 

I pretend to think, “Hmm, I really want to be able to say I have, Kimberly, but I’m afraid I haven’t been doing anything particularly exciting, no.” 

“Oh, come on! The life of a superstar can’t possibly be that boring?” I almost snort; if only she knew.

“Well, I- everything has been a little hectic that last month, so I haven’t really had time for much else,” I says and almost instantly regret it when I see the look on her face. She found her story.

“That’s right. Two months ago, you disappeared with you sister, Rebecca, right?” Before I can answer, protest, or do anything she continues, “It was all over the news. You were both seen go into the same abandoned building different times on the same day, but you weren’t seen again before two weeks later. Now what everyone is dying to know is what happened in that building and where Rebecca is now as we haven’t seen anything to her for a month.” She leans forward in her chair and see from the corner of my eye that the audience is doing the same thing. It’s obvious Kimberly expects me to answer the questions truthfully, but she knows just as much as I do that it’s not going to happen. 

“Uh… I-I don’t want to talk about it,” I whisper and look anywhere else but at her. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” She asks, knowing exactly what I said. I turn my head towards the audience and camera. 

“And that’s it for today. Tune in next week for more fun!” I exclaim with a big, fake grin and look straight into the camera. I look back at the speechless interviewer before walking backstage. The smile I’ve been faking for the last five minutes vanishes completely the second I’m away from the lights and cameras. I run towards the dressing room and as soon as I close the door behind me I burst into tears. I slide down the door to the floor and sob into my knees. 

After I ran off the stage that day, it’s the only thing everyone has been able to talk about. I know I shouldn’t have done it, and I know I shouldn’t have let her get under my skin, but it’s so damn hard when the wounds are still fresh. 

I walk into Rebecca’s hospital room the day after to see Louis sitting in the chair beside her bed, sleeping. He has practically been by her side all week, only leaving to shower, participate in interviews, and eat. He’s with her more than I am. On one side I feel guilty for not being here more, but on the other side I know I won’t be able to handle it. It’s different for Louis to be here all the time than it is for me. I know he cares a lot for her, I know he likes her, and I know he’ll do anything for her. Of course, I will do the same thing, but what different is that Rebecca is my family, my sister, my best friend. She’s my other half and I don’t think I will ever truly get over it if she dies. I know Louis will move on, but I know that I won’t be able to. 

I walk up beside Rebecca’s bed and change the flowers standing in a vase on the small table beside her bed. Red tulips, her favorite. I almost smile. I grab a chair and pull it up beside the bed. I look at her. Her short, brown, highlighted, and greasy hair is still somewhat in a bun, her face is paler than ever, her eyes are closed, and she laying on the bed like she’s a dead person. The only source of life is a machine measuring her heartbeat beeping away with a steady rhythm. 

Tears well up in my eyes at the sight of her, and I sit down on the chair. I take her cold, lifeless hand in mine and begin drawing small circle on the backside. 

“Please, please, wake up, Becca, please,” I whisper, salty tears cascade down my cheeks and lands on her hand as I sobs slightly with my free hand over my mouth. I feel an arm go across my shoulder in a comforting manner. I don’t have to look up to know it’s Louis. I must have wakened him. 

“It’s okay, I miss her, too,” Louis says his voice cracking slightly. I look up at him to see him looking down at Rebecca with a distant look, a small almost invisible smile dancing on his lips. Neither of us say anything else, there’s nothing else to say. 

The silence between us is comfortable, but suddenly the silence is shattered when the comforting beeping stops completely, leaving a dead flatline. Doctors and nurses rush into the room, and Louis and I are thrown out of the room before we can even realize what’s happening. 

“Oh, my god, no!” I almost scream and start off towards the room again, but Louis holds me back with his arms around my waist. “No, Louis, let me go! This can’t be happening. No!” When I realize that he’s not going to let me go, I stop resisting and lean back into his arms. He buries his face in my neck and I sob my lungs out. After a few minutes and I have calmed down slightly Louis directs up towards a couple of chairs. As we sit I look at him for the first time and realize that I’m not the only one hurting in this. It’s hurting him almost as much as it’s hurting me, he’s just better at keeping it bottled up inside so he can be strong for me, but I can see right through him. 

A few minutes later the doctors and nurses comes out of the room and we are told that she’s still unconscious but stable. The only thing I can do is nod and leave to return to my place beside my twin sister. 

* * *

The next day my manager asks to see me. If I had known that all she’ll do is yell at me, I wouldn’t have come. 

“how could you be so stupid, so reckless, so clueless?” Kelly shouts at me as she has done the last ten minutes because of my stunt in the interview the other day. She’s completely right of course, as always.

“I know, but I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t want to break down into tears on national television so I did the first thing that came to mind, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did, I’m sorry I ran off, I’m sorry I disappointed you, I’m sorry I’m too emotional, I’m sorry I’m a failure at everything I do, and I’m sorry that I can’t do anything productive with my career right now, okay? I just- I just can’t!” I exclaim and wipe my eyes, sniffing. My voice is a cracking mess and slightly hoarse from all the crying. Kelly sighs and sits down in the chair opposite me. 

“I’m sorry I shouted at you, sweeting,” she says and takes my hands in her, looking me in the eyes. “What you did was stupid and reckless, but I understand why you did it.” 

"You-you do?" I ask sniffing. She nods, smiling. 

“Yes, I do. I know you, Selena. You feel like it’s all your fault, that you could have done something to prevent all this from happening, but I’ll tell you one thing, Selena. From what I know about all this, there is nothing you could have done to prevent anything. Things between Rebecca and Aiden have been cooking for a long time, way before you can into the picture. It was bound to happen at some point. However, I honestly think that things could have played out a lot worse for Rebecca if you hadn’t been there to help her out with that Vanessa girl,” Kelly says softly with a small smile on her face. Kelly is the only person I have told anything about any of this. She’s my manager, I feel like she had to know what is holding me back right now and what’s going on with the media and all. Plus, she’s my closest friend when she’s not professional, apart from Rebecca. However, I only told her the beginning, the end and who Aiden is from what I know. No matter how close we are, there’s no reason for her to carry around the burden of horrible things that happened in those cells.

Before Kelly can say anything else, my phone starts ringing in my pocket. I fish it out and look at the ID caller. I excuse myself and leave the room. I don’t bother to make it sound like I’m not crying, he probably knows I am. 

“Hey, Lou, what’s up?” I sniff and clear my throat. 

“Rebecca’s awake!” My world stops spinning when I hear him utter the words I’ve been waiting for so long to hear. 

“Pardon?” I ask after a few seconds to make sure I heard him correct. 

"Selena, Rebecca's awake! Don't you hear me? She has finally awakened from her sleep!"

“I’m coming as fast as I can,” I say before hanging up the call. Completely forgetting about Kelly, I ran as fast as I can down the hall and into the elevator. Even though we are only on the third floor and the elevator I rather quick, I still stand tapping my foot on the floor in anticipating. When the elevator finally reached the ground floor I run out the front door almost knocking down an old lady. 

“Watch it child!” She yells after me but I can’t find it in me to care right now, my sister is awake! I speed off towards the hospital and rush inside when I’ve finally found a parking space. All the time with a smile on my face. I receive a lot of strange looks as I power walk down the hall towards Louis as I was told off for running. I see Louis pacing outside as I approach him. 

“Louis,” I say making him stops pacing, “How is she?” 

“She’s fine and awake. She asks to see you as soon as you get here.” Before he can say or do anything else I almost sprint into the room, startling Rebecca that looks up with widen eyes. 


“Rebecca!” I exclaim in joy and feel tears well up in my eyes once again. I walk up to her and hug her carefully but tightly. “How are you?” 

“I’m… okay,” she hesitates. I choose to ignore it for now, “What-what happened to me? The last thing I remember are white flashes.” I sigh. 

“You… fainted shortly after we escaped from Aiden’s claws. The doctors says it was caused by… overwhelming emotions and because your body was… weak,” I says struggling to find the right words. 

“Oh,” Rebecca says looking down at the white duvet, “But am I okay now?” Before I can answer the doctor walks into the room. 

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” the doctor says without looking up. 

“Am I going to be okay?” Rebecca asks the doctor nervously. The doctor finally looks up from her clipboard and her eyes widen a little. 

“What?” Rebecca and I asks in unison after a few seconds of the doctor just staring at us dumbfound. She blinks and shakes her head. 

“Uh… Yes, Rebecca, you’re going to be just fine. We had some complications at first but everything should be okay now. You have a couple of broken rips that’s healing just fine and a leg broken three different places.” Rebecca and I look at each other before looking back at the doctor. 

“Okay, thanks,” Rebecca says as the doctor leaves. I sigh in relief as soon as the door closes.

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