Introduction
Hannah.
Third pov.
"That's our goddaughter!" Hannah yelled at the police officer. He wasn't listening to her. He didn't know how awful this really was for her.
Spencer held Hannah back, trying to keep her from getting violent. "Hannah, calm down!"
"Spencer, there gonna let some stranger adopt her." Hannah said, tears in her eyes. "I'm not gonna stand around and let this happen."
"I'm sorry, Ms. But you can't stop this." The police officer said, as if he didn't care at all.
Hannah let out a choked sob. "We should have had first dibs on adopting her. We're her family."
Spencer pulled Hannah into her arms, letting her cry. "Can we at least talk to the new parents?"
"I'm sorry. They've already left with the baby."
Hannah pulled away and stormed down the hallway. Emily may have been dead but A was still alive.
Hannah had to do something. She had to get Lily back. Somehow she would do it.
Lily pov.
Sixteen years old.
I slid down the brick wall and shut my eyes. I wasn't here. I wasn't in a dark alley, running from my problems.
I was safe. I was with an amazing family that loved me. I didn't feel like I had to leave my family because they didn't love me. My life was perfect. Too bad that wasn't the case.
I opened my eyes to the reality I was in and sighed. What was I going to eat tonight? I needed something. But I had absolutely no money on me. I had no time to get money, clothes, anything. I ran before anyone could notice me leaving.
I pulled my jacket around my shoulders tightly and laid down on my side. Maybe I could find some place to go to tomorrow. Maybe someone would be nice enough to give me a better life.
The next morning, I left in a light mist. I would be soaked in no time. I walked down the street and onto the highway. I wasn't about to stick my thumb out so some freak could pick me up. I would walk the whole way there, even in the rain.
I saw a sign about five minutes later, at the outskirts of town. 'Rosewood, 5 miles.'
I could do that. I could walk five miles. But then what? I didn't know where I would go. I didn't know anyone there. I hardly knew anyone at all, really.
But I would find someone, something better than the life I had already lived. I knew it was possible.
I walked and walked about two miles until the rain came down harder, in sheets. I didn't want to get soaked in my only clothes. I headed into the closest building: the library.
I headed inside and looked around, letting the door close behind me.
"Ma'am, are you looking for anything?" The librarian asked.
I jumped, surprised that she would talk to me, and stuttered. "What?"
"Are you looking for anything?" She asked again. She had a short bob but she wasn't super old. Her square glasses were perched high on the bridge of her nose.
I cleared my throat and walked back towards the old newspapers. "Um, no thanks."
She nodded and went back to her book. You'd think she'd be sick and tired of books. I guess not.
I walked back, running my fingers along the bookshelves. I went to the year I was born, to the month, and pulled out the binder. I went to a desk nearby and sat down, pulling my jacket off.
I looked up the births on the day I was born but there was nothing about my parents in there. That had to be a mistake. A teenager had a girl, Lily DiLaurentis, on the same day I was born. But that was just coincidence.
I kept looking through the file until I found something. Big news in Rosewood. The parents of the little girl, Lily, were found dead from a car crash.
No one knew who was driving the other car. But the little girl was adopted almost immediately. As if someone was waiting to snatch her up.
I kept reading and almost gasped. That was a picture of me. From when I was a baby. I wasn't adopted. Never.
So how could this be me?
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