My heavy eyes open slowly, my vision focused on the empty pillow beside mine. The bright sun shines through the windows, beside my nightstand, allowing me to sit up and search my surroundings. I furrow my brows in confusion when I realise I'm alone. I stand up slowly before taking his blue robe from his desk chair, and sliding it on my body.

"Liam" I call whilst exiting our bedroom, only to get no response.

I climb down the stair case cautiously as my eyes wander to the figure laying on the kitchen floor. My heart leaps out of my chest as I run towards him. I immediately drop to my knees and flip him onto his back where I find his white t-shirt stained red.

Oh my God.

I jump up before slapping my hand over my mouth. Suddenly, I feel someone else's presence in the room. I turn around fearfully. A man in a ski mask stands three feet in front of me. His bright green eyes contrasting against his mask.

"What do we have here?" He rhetorically asks. "Don't you make a sound, love" the British man smirks, taking two steps towards me.

He then grips my shoulder before swinging the knife into my lower abdomen. My eyes widen before I drop to the floor. My heart rate increases when my eyes focus on the front door open in front of me. Bright blood smears across the floor boards as I attempt to crawl towards the door.

My surroundings grow blurry while the man pulls me towards him by my ankles.

"AHHH"  I scream at the top of my lungs.

The sound of loud sirens fill my ears, making the man drop my legs.

"Fuck" he cries, "looks like our time together will be cut short"

He takes another swing with his knife to my back. This time he digs the knife deep before twisting, he removes the knife, before repeating it in another spot. He flips me over to face me, his eyes looking at me in confusion.

"You're a stubborn little thing aren't you?" He furrows his brows before pushing the blade into my abdomen again, twisting slowly.

I groan, my eyes fill with tears. I don't beg for my life or cry out in pain, I just look him straight in eye and hope he sees something that'll make him have mercy.

He removes the blade slowly before running out the back door. It's then that I fall back onto the ground and lose consciousness.

***

Two years later

"So this is the new place" Thomas folds his arms when we enter the new house.

Thomas is 5'11 with fair skin, dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He wear dark jeans and a grey shirt while looking unimpressed with his surroundings.

"It's bigger than the last one" I point out.

"You should see your rooms" Hank smiles. "You get your own ensuite"

Hank is the same height as his son Thomas and also has blue eyes and blond hair. They look so much alike that it makes me wonder if I'll pass as their family.

"Did Johnathan give you our I.D's dad?" Thomas questions.

Hanks nods, handing Thomas and I our driver's license and school I.D.

"Jacob Fitzgerald" Thomas reads.

"Lachlan Fitzgerald" Hanks reads.

I find my picture pasted in the corner. My hair was above the shoulders, straight and blonde with blue eyes. Of course my hair is bleacher and I'm wearing contacts. I miss my long dark ash brown hair and hazel eyes. I'd do anything to get them back.

"Emma Fitzgerald" I read.

"So we're all set" Thomas says.

"Tomorrow we will start at Lockwood High" Hank nods.

"We?" Thomas cocks a brow.

"You're looking at the new history teacher"

"You? A teacher?" I raise both brows.

"Its better than the last job Johnathon assigned" he starts, "a postman"

"Don't you need to be qualified?" I cock a brow.

"Dad has his a degree" Thomas informs me.

Since when? How could I have lived with him for two and a half year and not know that he's a qualified history teacher?

"Oh" I nod. "I still don't think we'll be able to pass as twins" I sigh.

"How many times do we need to go through this?" Hank rolls his eyes.

"This is our third time, Isla" Thomas reminds me, "no ones has ever doubted us"

Maybe I'm just being paranoid? But whenever I catch my reflection in the mirror, I know that even with blond hair, I still don't look like them.

"Exactly they've moved us three times... Maybe we should change our story" I suggest, "we can be cousins or something"

"You need to stop worrying" Hank rolls his eyes while walking through house.

"Just stick to the plan, Isla" Thomas tells me.

"Easy for you guys to say" I start, "you don't see his face every time you blink"

"Stop being an attention seeker" Thomas pleads, "its getting old"

"Go to hell" I cry.

"See" Hank grind when reentering the room with a smile, "who says you two won't pass as siblings?"

I sigh.

"Tomorrow I'll try out for the football team-" Thomas starts.

"No you won't" hanks firms his gaze "are you forgetting what happened last time? You got into the paper-"

"The school paper" he corrects.

"The time before that a teacher heard you call her by the wrong name"

"Ned was on our tail" Thomas corrects "that's why they moved us"

"I'm going to bed" I declare while walking through house.

"Isla-" Thomas starts.

"Emma" I correct as continuing walking. "We don't want a repeat of last time" I use his words against him.

"You never know who could be listening" Hanks nods "so good night Emma...good night Jacob"

"Good night...dad" I struggle to say as leaving the room.

It pains me to call Hank, my dead boyfriend's father, dad. Even thought both my parents are gone, it still feels weird calling someone else dad.

Tomorrow's a new day. A new school. A new life.