As I landed into London City Airport a wave of emotion overcame me. After 5 years I'm finally home, or should I say the place I spent my childhood in. I wouldn't classify Meryton as my home; it was just a place I was stuck with. A sort of prison where my only salvation was my eldest sister Jane and my dad. As I enter the taxi I come to the realization that I'm finally here, after running away from home with my twin brother Joe to a town called Mystic May 5 years ago, I'm finally coming back to the place that caused me so much heartbreak.
My name is Elizabeth Bennet or Lizzy if you're not my mum or pissed off at me. I'm 24 and I just finished my masters at NYU. I'm a part time swimwear model, which helps pay off the rent. I live with my two best friends Brooke and Stephen who came with me to New York from Mystic May. My brother got happily married 4 years ago to a girl named Alison and had a sweetheart of a son named Jamie, so they don't live with us anymore. However they are planning on coming to Meryton in two weeks to support me. They couldn't come earlier because they have jobs and lives. To me this was my real family.
No one in my family knows I'm coming, not even Jane but I had to come, I had to face this. I cannot shrink from fear.
Every Friday the Lucas's throw a big public party, as we are a small town and nothing really interesting happens. Well except for what happened to me. I'm planning on showing up and surprising everyone even though they probably want to question me on what happened or remark on how "they don't know how I managed". But that's how it always is the adult's gossip and the children stare.
After being threatened, blackmailed and attacked what can I expect. This is where my story begins.