Okay, this is a short chapter, but it shows you Liz and Jackson, so I hope you like it.

Chapter 8 – They're on to Me

"Topher!"

Troy stopped mid step and looked to Chad for advice. His friend bit his lip and shrugged. Troy shut his eyes for a moment before turning around and facing the voice. Liz Harrington was waving to him out the window of her blue SUV. Troy winced, "wish me luck," he whispered as he moved toward the truck.

"How was school sweets," came her southern voice as he slid into the front seat.

"Great," Troy told her simply. He had stayed after for a while to talk to Chad and the guys. Together they had tried to figure out what to do about Troy's 'parental' issues, seems as he was living with kidnappers.

Liz frowned. "What's wrong sweetheart? Are you feeling okay?"

Troy nodded, while secretly he felt horrible. He had been living a lie for part of his life, yet, he could only remember bits and pieces of the life he had before.

"Well Dad made your favorite," Liz told him.

"Dad, I don't think you're suppose to do that," an eight year old Troy told Jack. Jack just shook him off and started to mix the two mixtures together. Troy frowned. Mom was the cook, but she had gone on a vacation.

"Eat up," Jack said as he poured the mixture into Troy's bowl. Troy winced as he swirled his spoon in the bluish liquid. The two looked up at each other. "Take out?"

"I'll get the menus," Troy said jumping out of his seat and running in the other room.

"Toph?"

Shaking himself out of the memory, Troy turned to look at Liz, she looked concerned. "Are you sure you're okay?" He nodded before looking out the window. "Where were you last night?"

"Uh, Chad's house," Troy lied.

"New friend," Liz asked looking excited. Troy nodded. "I told you you'd make friends," she told him as they pulled up into their driveway. "Now go wash up."

He walked silently to the bathroom and washed his hands. Sighing, he looked at himself in the mirror. "Why me," he asked shaking his head.

"Topher!"

"Coming," he yelled back halfheartedly.

For the most part, dinner was silent and except for the occasional 'pass the salt', no one said a word. Once Troy had finished his food, he took a deep breath. "Do you guys have any pictures of me when I was younger," he asked quickly. Liz and Jackson looked at each other.

"Remember Toph, I told you we left them in Connecticut," Liz said.

"But, I mean, you don't have any in your wallets or anything." Troy knew most parents had their kids pictures in their wallets or purses.

"No Toph," Liz said. "I took them out when you crashed your bike."

"Why?" Troy didn't get that. If his kid crashed his bike, he'd keep the picture in his wallet so he could look at it. Were they ashamed or something? 'Ashamed of something that didn't happen,' Troy thought.

"We didn't know if you'd wake up and just looking at the pictures hurt," Jackson said.

Troy looked down. They didn't seem like the type of people who would kidnap anyone. They had reasons for everything. "Do you know anyone named Bolton," he asked quietly, not knowing what their reaction would be.

Liz's eyes widened for a split second before she looked down at her plate. "How did you hear that name," Jackson hissed giving Troy a cold look.

"It's my teacher's name," Troy said, trying to save himself. Then he decided to add onto his story. "He said he knew someone with the last name Harrington."

"Why don't you go upstairs Topher," Liz said sweetly. "Dad and I'll clean up."

Troy nodded and walked over to the stairs. Once he was out of sight he searched around for a place where he could listen in and hear their conversation. Liz looked at the stairs briefly. "Jackson," she whispered hurriedly. "I knew coming here wasn't a good idea! He's on to something!"

Jackson nodded. "How? How did he manage to get caught."

"I don't know," Liz said sarcastically. "His teacher is Jack, he has to be. Oh, how could we be so stupid!"

"But, Jack didn't tell him anything. He doesn't know the name Harrington." Jackson sighed. "He found something out himself."

Troy groaned and walked up the stairs to his room. Something caught his eye as he walked over to his bed. A red and white yearbook. Troy's eyes narrowed as he picked it up and flipped through it, scanning the pages. He knew it was familiar and his eyes widened. His father had the same one, that's why he'd seen it before. He quickly searched for his father's name and found it – Jack Bolton.

But next to him was the sneering face of Jackson Harrington, only, the name wasn't the same. He was Jackson Boswin.

Troy frowned and scanned the pages for Liz. He also found her under a different name. Elizabeth Coleman. Each of them held cold looks and neither smiled.

"How did I get myself into this," Troy asked himself as he walked to his bed and slammed his face down in the pillow. "Better question is: how do I get myself out?"

He rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. 7:05pm, it read. He wasn't tired, so he decided to do some snooping around his room trying to find clues. There was nothing, literally. He had nothing from his early years, nothing from before a year ago. No prizes, no awards, no pictures, no home movies.

"No past," Troy whispered. He pulled out his cell phone and sent a text message to Chad.

I have no past.

Then he sent one to Ryan.

They're on to me. Liz and Jackson, they know.

Uh oh. Jackson did seem pleased.

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