This story is an idea given to me by one of my Legacy readers. After the idea settled in my mind, I decided to run with it. Enjoy the preface and I will post the first chapter soon...

Preface

Lillian stared at her best friend. She couldn't believe what her was telling her. There was no way he would do that. He couldn't.

"Lily, I'm thinking about leaving town. It's too much here, and I want you to come with me," Chase whispered. They were huddled under the deck of their high school in Rochester. "Admit it, you want to leave as well. You should not live the life you're living."

Lilly felt tears spring to her eyes.

He was right, of course but she had Amy to think of. Her sweet, two-year-old sister. She couldn't leave her alone with him. She'd rather die than to leave the toddler at that monster's mercy. Lily knew she was the child's one chance at a halfway normal childhood.

"Come on, Lily-Bean, you know I'm right," he said.

Lily shook her head. The breeze had picked up, blowing her blonde hair everywhere.

"I need to make sure Amy is safe," she whispered. "I'm the only thing she has standing between her and him."

Chase looked thoughtful for a second and then a look crossed his eyes. He had an idea.

"We take her with us. She'll tie our story together perfectly," he said, his voice pleading.

Lily understood why he wanted to leave so badly. He was openly gay in a school and community where it was not accepted. He'd been bullied, tortured and abused by their classmates; until Lily started beating up everyone who dared cross him. But that didn't stop the looks and notes and emails. They'd known each other since they was three and Lily would frequently take Amy to his house just to get away from her "home". It was her hideout.

"I don't know, I'll have to think about it," Lily said, as she stood up and pulled him up after her.

"Please, I know someone who can help us get out of here; start over new. No one will know who we are, where we come from or our past. We would finally be free!" Chase made the story sound so amazing. Lily had very little hope for anything but hearing there was a chance to get away made her heart soar.

"Just give me a week," Lily said. "I will consider it."

Lily arrived home at four o'clock. Amy was in her crib crying her eyes out while Damien sat in the living room engaging in an angry conversation.

Lily glared at the back of the monster's head before going to the crib to address her sister. Her sister had brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was adorable, even for a two year old.

When Lily picked up the little girl, she noticed a bruise on her leg. Her blood began to boil but she tried to take calming breaths and just take care of the screaming toddler, who'd been neglected probably most of the day.

She went into the kitchen to cook some food for herself and the little girl. She turned on the element and put a pot of noodles on the stove. From the kitchen, she could hear Damien's conversation.

"Yes, I can't wait to get the brats off my hands... I know the older one was fun but she still takes up space and I want my space back... I'll drop them off in an hour... No, I've had my fun with her... You just better have the cash!" when she heard Damien hang up, she gripped the pot handle until she felt her fingernails digging into flesh.

He'd sold them! They weren't property that could just be sold. They were people. Amy was only a baby!

Damien staggered into the kitchen, his face unshaven, his hair messy and he smelled of beer and weed.

"Get that baby ready, we're going out," he growled.

That was when her raged peaked. Everything he'd ever done to her, her mother and her life came boiling to the surface. She saw red and before she knew it, she had taken the pot, filled with scorching water and smashed it on top of his head, making sure to let the contents spill on his scalp. The impact knocked the man out immediately. She grabbed the knife with her hand, so badly wanting to finish the job.

But Amy was down the hall and she knew she had to protect her. Amy needed her. She threw the knife down, watching as it sliced him across his eyebrow.

Something to remember me by, she thought darkly.

Heart racing, she ran down the hall, grabbed a few diapers, and a bottle. She grabbed her sister from out of her crib and ran out of the apartment.

The run to Chase's house as fast as her feet could carry her. When she got to his door, Amy was crying from running so much and clinging desperately to Lily's shirt. She could feel tears streaming down her eyes and she knew her face was filled with panic and desperation.

"Remember what we talked about earlier?" she asked, knowing he would.

He nodded, it was obvious to him that Lily had agreed to come along. But then she dropped the bomb.

"But we need to leave town tonight!"

After hearing what had happened, Chase loaded the two girls into his car and sped down the highway. The sun was setting and people were beginning to head home for the evening.

"I want to kill that son of a... Sorry, I forgot about the baby," he said, as he gripped that steering wheel tightly in his fists.

It was seven o'clock at night when they pulled into a dodgy looking building. It looked like a building that should be demolished... on the outside.

On the inside, it was clean, crisp and looked like a law office. There were a few desks spread around the room and several printing devices, each in the process of printing something. When the trio stepped in a man looked at them and his face flashed with recognition.

"Chase! How are you? I wasn't expecting to see you this soon," he said as he shook Chase's hand. "How's my favorite godson?"

Chase wrapped his arm around Lily's shoulder who was obviously nervous about this whole process. Amy squirmed from Lily's arms, trying to get so she could play.

"There has been a change in circumstance, we need to skip town tonight," Chase explained in a hurry.

The man looked at the two girls as though he recognized them from somewhere but couldn't quite place where. He scratched his head and sat down at a desk.

"I don't know if there's much I can do. You're looking for a complete fresh start, right?" he asked.

Chase nodded and frowned. He knew this was the only way to save these girls and after hearing what happened, he really didn't care about his own problem.

"Jenks, please!" Chase begged. "These girls...come from an abusive environment, they are in danger."

"What is your name Miss?" Jenks asked, curiously.

"Lillian Hale and this is my sister Amy Hale," Lily said nervously.

"Wait, did you say Hale?" Jenks said, his face changing completely.

Lily nodded.

"Yes, I am Lillian Hale."

Jenks suddenly turned pale and began rushing around the room as though his life depended on it. It was like he was scared of something. His hand trembled as he began sifting through papers and files, occasionally drawing the odd form here and there.

"I believe I can help you, but I'm going to need a few things from you guys. If you guys are serious about this, we will first need to fake your own deaths. With what I'm planning, it will take a few weeks or maybe months for your deaths to officially be confirmed but we are going to need to make major tweaks to your appearance. Dye your hair, contacts and then to decide on a location to send you. I can make this happen."

"Wait, fake our deaths!" Lily cried. "Isn't that a bit extreme?"

Jenks looked at the girl with a sympathetic expression.

"Yes, but it's the best way to ensure you're not followed. I'm sorry but that's how it is," he explained. "How badly do you want out?"

Lily thought for a minute. If it had just been her safety, she would take time to think about it; weigh the pros and cons before taking such drastic and irreversible measures. But when she thought about Amy and what could happen to the baby girl, she felt sick. She wasn't going to let Amy go through the same tortures and nightmares she had gone through. She knew right away that she would give up everything to keep her sister safe and innocent for as long as she could.

"What do we need to do?" she asked, looking into Amy's eyes. I'm doing this for you, she thought.

The next four hours were a frenzy. So much had happened and changed so quickly that Lily could barely keep up with everything. Lily had died her hair from blonde to brown to match her little sister and Chase's hair was dyed a deep shade of brown that brought out the green contacts he was now going to need to wear. Jenks had managed to get all of their documentation together, secure a place for them to live and forge all of the required documentation for the "couple" to settle into life in their new home in Forks, Washington.

Jenks had requested a pint of blood from both Lily and Chase to set up their deaths. Once they were on a plane to Forks, he would begin the process of faking their deaths.

"From this moment on, you are Lillian Grace Scott and Chase Jessie Green, parents of Amy Beth Scott. You are from California and moved to Forks so you could raise your child together away from your judgemental family," Jenks explained as he drove them to the airport.

As Lily got onto the airplane to Washington she looked out the plane window and let out a sob. Chase put his arm around her and looked solemnly out the window. They would never be able to return to their lives again.