After Thomas goes in to see a ER doctor, I find Willow, Tommy and Kyle standing outside Laura's hospital room door.

"Hey guys" I greet, approaching my friends.

"Emma" Tommy greets, "Willow says you found Jacob"

"Yeah I found him by a creek" I nod.

"Is he okay?" Tommy questions.

Physically, I'm sure he's fine. Emotionally, he's so so so messed up. The death of his brother did something to his heart and soul that I don't think can be undone.

"Yeah I guess....he's with the doctor now" I tell them.

"He better have a good excuse for leaving Laura like that" Kyle snaps.

His excuse was basically that he was panicked. He couldn't even begin to comprehend what had happened and needed a quick escape. So he called an ambulance and ran.

I search my surrounding to find someone missing.

"Its complicated" I sigh. "Where's Ely?"

"He still isn't picking up" Willow informs. "There's gotta be an emergency at his place"

I haven't tried calling him yet, I've been too hung up on Thomas.

"You don't think Dave's back do you?" Willow questions.

Tommy's eyes go from concerned to angry.

"I hope not" Tommy tells her.

Tommy being serious? That's something I'm not used to.

"It's not like he would tell us if he were back" Kyle points out.

"Who's Dave?" I force myself to ask.

"Elys dad" Willow informs.

Than I remember what Laura had said earlier.

"Elijah's dad is a drunken idiot who's never home, so his mum works two jobs to support him and his sibling cause her rich parents won't do anything to help"

I nod. I'm not going to ask any more questions, I can pretty much put two and two together by this point.

"I'm going to the vending machine" Kyle announces.

"Take Tommy with you" Willow orders.

I blink. Why is Willow sending Tommy away? The only reason I can think of is that she wants to be alone with me.

"Yeah, I hope they have cheetos" Tommy half smiles as he and Kyle walk down the hallway.

I turn to face Willow fearfully.

"So you and Kyle are getting close" Willow looks at me once the boys are out of sight. "You two spent who knows how many hours with your bodies pressed up against one another's-"

Wait what? She should not be worried about anything happening between Kyle and I. He's a psycho, and I rather not be associated with anymore psychos.

"Okay..." I interupt in confusion.

"Seriously, Emma, he's not a good guy" She warns. "You should listen to me when I tell you that he's bad news...he'll always be that guy who dumped me when he thought that I may have been pregnant...and didn't stick around when he found out about my illness-"

"Look thanks for the warning" I interrupt, "but honestly, I don't like Kyle in that way, or in any way for that matter...to be honest with you Willow, Kyle is a real jerk...he keeps following me around and-"

"He's following you around? Why? What does he want from you?" Willows eyes widen in fear.

"What do you mean?" I blink.

"The only reason why he would ever follow you around, is to get something from you....he wouldn't fuck you, cause well...to be brutally honest, you're not his type...and besides Laura made the boys swear that they wouldn't try anything on you...what do you have on him?"

"Excuse me?" My eyes widen in disbelief.

she's good. Damn why am I being interrogated so much this week?

"You have something on him, right? That's the only thing that makes sense"

Crap she knows, or she's about to put two and two together. Kyle is going to kill me.

"No, why would you-" I start to shake my head violently in fear.

"Don't you shake your head at me" Willow orders, folding her arms.

I feel like I'm being scolded by a authority figure of some sort.

"Look, Laura's in the hospital, shouldn't we putting all our energy into that?" I suggest, taking a step back.

"What do you have on him?" She repeats, taking a step towards me.

"Nothing" I deny while my eyes water.

Crap, I'm so so so dead. If anyone else knows about Kyle and Ms Pool, Kyle is going to freak.

"You're lying" she hisses in concern.

Suddenly my cell begins ringing. Thank God.

"Hello" I greet, pressing my cell phone against my ear.

"Concussion" he says simply, "that's it...happy"

Oh it's Thomas. Thank God it's Thomas. I don't know who the hell I was expecting, but I'm glad it's him.

"Very" I roll my eyes, "now will ya get over here"

If he gets over here then I won't be stuck with Willow whom is currently interrogating me.

"I think I'm gonna head straight home" Thomas admits. "I'll just walk"

Is he insane?

"You can't walk! You have a concussion-" I cry.

"See you there" he tells me as the call ends.

I look down in annoyance. God he's a freaking idiot.

"Well?" Willow glances at me.

"He has a concussion" I tell her, "he's walking home"

"Coward" she rolls her eyes.

I blink? Is she serious?

"Excuse me?" I furrowed my brows at her.

"He can't face her" Willow elaborates "the coward"

Is she serious? Thomas is not a coward. He's a kid that lost his brother and struggles to deal with his emotions. He doesn't deserve this name calling.

"We got you two sodas" Kyle announces as he and Tommy approaches us.

Tommy gives Willow her can of Pepsi, before stretching his arm to give me mine.

"Don't call him a coward" I furrow my brows at Willow, "you have no idea why he did what he did"

"What are we talking about?" Tommy asks in confusion.

"We all know why he did it Emma" she says, "he left Laura because he can't own up to his mistakes"

"You have no idea what you're talking about" I shake my head violently.

"Okay, so tell us" she folds her arms.

"Cat fight" Tommy nudges Kyle while digging his hands into the cheetos.

"What?" I widen my eyes.

"Tell us why your self centred, dick of a brother, left one of my best friends alone, stranded and helpless in the middle of the night, on some standard street," Willow orders.

His brother is dead. He was distracted by his death and the resentment from his dad. He's not a bad person.

"He was distracted" I explain simply.

"That's no excuse" Kyle tells me. "For the crash maybe....not for leaving her like that"

I feel them ganging up on me. I feel like crying. I can't tell them that it's his deceased twin brothers birthday, or that we've been running from a psychopath for two years. So I just look down at my heels and sigh.

We signed over our lives. So we're expected not to care about all those things that used to make us tick. Thomas never cracks - but the one time he does, he gets persecuted.

"Y'all can see her now" a nurse announces from outside Laura's door.

I'm the first to enter the room where I immediately see Laura laying in the hospital bed.

"No" Laura shakes her head at the nurse who escorts us into her room "Benjamin Harrison was the twenty third president of the united states, Grover Cleveland was the twenty second"

"She's killing me" the nurse tells me before leaving the room.

"Hey Laura" I struggle to smile while approaching her.

"Hi guys" she waves with a smile.

She looks well, considering the concussion that she had sustained. The only evidence of her injuries was the cast on her wrist, and the dressing over her stitches on her forehead. She looked pretty damn good, considering everything.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" I question.

"I think I'm suffering from partial memory loss" she admits causing Kyle to chuckle "quick ask me something"

"What's the man makers full name?" Tommy cries as standing at the foot of her bed, almost deafening me.

"Ms Kate Lianne Pool" she yells in excitement.

"Who was people's magazine sexist man alive last year?" I smirk.

I might as well go along with this.

"Dwayne Johnson" she screams.

"You're fine" Kyle rolls his eyes.

I take a step towards her "I'm sorry about Jacob" I tell her "he's usually a really safe driver"

"I know" Laura nods "I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier"

"It's fine, really" I half smile, "I'm just glad your okay"

"Laura what happened?" Kyle questions.

"What?" She widens her eyes in surprise.

"How did the crash happen?" Willow elaborates.

"I..." She trails off before glancing at me.

I furrowed my brows at Laura as she looks at me with sadness in her eyes. What happened out there?

Oh my...

Does she know?

"Laura?" Tommy raises his brows.

"I uh...need rest" she announces, "we'll talk on the group chat"

"Well half of us will" Willow says.

"Yeah seriously you and Jacob are living in the twenty-first century" Tommy cocks a brow, "its time you two get some form of social media"

What's the point when you change identities as much as we do? Plus our faces plastered online, will draw attention. Ned could locate us easily.

"We'll think about it" I lie while we begin to exit the room.

"Emma can you stay here for a sec?" Laura requests.

I turn around to face Laura. I give her a cautious nod before walking to her side.

"Whats up?" I ask slowly as the others leave the room.

"Don't be mad at Jacob" she begs, "the accident wasn't his fault"

There's a moment of silence as my heart drops. "What do you mean?"

"I mean yeah he was driving but....he lost control of the car...it wasn't his fault" she takes my hand.

What does she mean it wasn't his fault? She should hate him for leaving her.

I shake my head violently.

"He left you" I furrowed my brows "you should hate him right now but you don't...instead your defending him?"

"He's your brother...why are you so set on incriminating him?" Laura furrowed her brows in confusion.

I'm not. I'm just confuesed that's all.

"What did you see?" I whisper in fear.

"What?" She leans back slightly

"I need to know why you've forgiven him so easily" I raise my voice a little.

"There was nothing to forgive! He did nothing wrong!" She cries.

"He crashed your car than left you there" I point out.

How can someone just forgive him so easily? He must of said something or she must have seen some thing.

"He also went flying through the window shield of my car and nearly killed himself" she exclaims.

I shake my head "He told me that he had only sustained a concussion" I gasp.

"He lied to you" she rolls her eyes, "How was Jacob when you found him?"

"What?" I blink.

"When he was driving, he was terrified" she tells me with sadness in her eyes, "over the years I have seen that look on his face on all my friends at some point....Kyle when his dad left...Willow when she told me that she was sick....Elijah has the worst one...whenever he needs to put all of his siblings into a van, to get away from his father...I don't know what had Jacob so shaken up...but I know whatever it was, caused the crash"

So she knows we're hiding something. Great. Just great.

"You told me that there are things that we don't talk about" I gulp, "this is one of those things" I attempt to steady my voice.

"We all have problems, Emma" Laura tells me, "yes we don't talk about them... But we're always here for one another no matter what...Kyle, Tommy, Ely, Willow, and I, will always be here for you and Jacob. Forever"

I nod. They can't help us with this. Hell not even the FBI seem to be able to help us. What will these kids do?

"Get some rest" I nod before slowly walking out of her room.

***

I sit in the passenger seat beside Hank who drives quickly down the street that we live on. His grip so tight around the steering wheel that his knuckles are white.

"I'm going back to the dance Marathon" Hank tells me, "if you're hungry there's pizza in the fridge"

Pizza in the fridge? Hank is a complete foodie and health fanatic. He never ever eats takeout nor allows Thomas and I to either.

"Pizza? Since when do you buy takeout?" I cock a brow as he parks his car in the driveway.

"Homemade pizza" he corrects.

Of course, I should have known. Like he would change his views on take out overnight.

"Uhh" I nod.

"I'll be home some time tomorrow," Hanks tells me. "Depending how long this kids will keep dancing"

"Okay," I say as jumping out of the car, "see you then"

With that, I walk up to the driveway. I pull my key out from my handbag once I stop at the front door. I slide my key into the slot and twist. The door swings open as I push, before placing my key back into my pocket.

I walk through the house slowly, where I hear the shower from upstairs. Thomas is in the shower it seems. I really need to talk to him about Laura. She knows somethings up which means we need to be more careful around her.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps fills my ears.

My heart rate increases. My eyes widen in fear as I slowly make my way to the kitchen quietly.

Quickly yet silently; I go through each and every drawer until I find a weapon. Eventually, I end up with a butchers knife in my right hand whilst leaning my back against the wall.

The footsteps grow closer as I take a deep breath.

Has Ned found me?

One.

Two.

Three.

Go...

"Fucking Shit" he screams as I jump in front of him, with a butchers knife in my hand.

My heart jumps out of my chest as I take a step back from him, placing the knife onto the counter.

I sigh in relief, "it's just you"

"What are you doing?" Thomas questions with a towel around his waist.

"I thought you were in the shower" I cry, pressing my hand over my chest.

It's just Thomas. Calm down Isla. You're safe.

"We ran out of soap," he tells me, holding up a bar of soap "I had to come down and get some"

"You gave me a heart attack" I sigh. Suddenly my eyes wander to the rest of his body "...Thomas, what the hell—"

I take a few steps towards him, my eyes widen and horrified.

His entire body is covered in road rash which happened when he went flying through the window shield and slid across the road.

"Its nothing" he assures.

"Your skin" I gasp, laying my hand on his chest, that was covered in dressing.

"Its nothing" he repeats as I look up at him, "honestly"

"It doesn't look like nothing" I shake my head slowly, "and I bet it doesn't feel like nothing"

His eyes soften, looking down at me.

"Don't worry about me, Emma" Thomas begs, "you'll waste your entire life that way"

It's hard not to. It really is. Thomas is so broken, he feels the need to be strong all the time, when he doesn't need to be.

"Somebody has to worry about you" I soften my voice.

"Nobody has to" he clenches his jaw.

He doesn't honestly believe that. I know he doesn't. I bet one of his deepest desires to be cared about.

"Everybody needs somebody to care" I soften my gaze in sadness.

"And you think that it's your job to care about me?" He raises a brow, taking a step back.

"That's what sisters are for, right?" I struggle to smile.

I just had my hand on his bare chest so I guess it's safe to say we don't have a sibling relationship.

"You know you'll never be like a sister to me, so how about you stop pretending to be" he hisses.

I rolled my eyes.

That's what it's always been like with Thomas. Each great moment is followed by an argument.

"Is that how it's going to be with us? One step forward, three steps back?" I fold my arms.

"What do you want from me?" He struggles to speak.

"I want you to stop pushing me away" I take a step towards him in hopes of helping.

He shakes his head.

"Good night, Emma," he says before walking away from me.

Ugh is he serious? We're not kids any more, he can't just walk away mid-argument.

"Do not walk away from me" I order, following him to the bottom of the staircase. He walks up the stairs, before slamming the bathroom door shut. "Good talk" I shake my head.