Hey everyone! I'm sorry for my long absence. I started a new job straight out of graduating college and now that my schedule is less hectic I actually have time to wring for more than 30 minutes. I have updated the first 3 chapters of the rewrite and because I feel bad for making you guys wait so long, the other stories of my Harry Potter and The Matrix will be updated tomorrow and Wednesday. I promise to be more active on here and please remember to review, I always like to read the comments for feedback and to make sure you guys love the story. Without further interruptions, here are the first 3 chapters of my rewrite! Happy Reading!

Chapter 1

When Emily and I were little, our understanding of revenge was as simple as the Sunday School proverbs it hid behind. Neat little morality slogans like "Do unto others" and "two wrongs don't make a right." But two wrongs never make a right because two wrongs can never equal each other. For the truly wronged, real satisfaction can only be found in one of two places...absolute forgiveness, or mortal vindication. Our story isn't about forgiveness.

"Bells, we're almost at the Hamptons." Emily's voice brought me out of my thoughts as I wrote in my new journal.

"Remind me again," I closed my book looking at her drive, "how I talked you into bringing me along?"

Emily glanced at me with a smile on her face, "I couldn't imagine doing this without you."

I gazed out at the view and watched the waves hit the beach. It brought a smile to my face. So many memories that I held dearly revolved around the beach. It was always calming, sitting on the sand during the day, enjoying the warm rays of the sun while listening to the waves crash on the shore, and then receded back into the ocean. At night you lay down and look at the clear night sky with no pollution to block your view of the galaxy. It was incandescent, to say the least. Nothing could outmatch the beauty of nature.

"I wouldn't let you do this without me." I didn't dare look at her. We were both feeling the same thing for years and now we were finally going home.

I noticed where we were as soon as Emily turned on the street. The familiar beach house stood in front of us with the Agent sitting on the steps. Nothing changed, the house was exactly the same. The agent walked Emily and I through the house. My face was anything but what I was feeling. I couldn't believe this house was on the market. It was almost too good to be true. I open the back door, leaning on the railing as I look at the ocean. My hand traces over something in the wood and when I look down, I almost cry. Exactly the same, the double infinity that was carved into the house. We were finally home.

"The current owners live in the city, of course, but they've been loyal Hamptonites for years." the Agent opened the back door outside and Emily looks at where I'm standing, rushing over to see if it was still there, and to her surprise, she was happy. "Perhaps if Mr. Davis had been a bit more loyal to his wife, they wouldn't be renting out this season."

I looked over to the Agent who was rambling on about the owners, "Men can be such assholes sometimes."

The woman laughed, "Word has it, he dumped her for a girl half his age."

"Definitely an asshole." I smiled looking at Emily who just giggled shaking her head. We walked back into the house, the wood floors glowed with the sunlight from outside and all the furniture was covered to protect it from damage and dust. I picked up a photo on the table, looking at what must be the homeowners. Instantly feeling disgusted, I put the photo down and looked to Emily for approval. We already knew we would rent the house, but we didn't want anyone else to know that.

"Mind if we look around for a little bit?" Emily grabbed my hand leading me back outside to "talk". The seagulls were making noise as we walked out onto the dock to look at the water.

I remembered Amanda and I would run up to the house with our sand buckets and bathing suits. We explored everything as kids. We dumped the sand onto the porch, as I separated our seashells. Our father would always be grilling something when we first moved here. He loved us infinity beyond infinity. The memory brought tears to my eyes as Emily took my hand for reassurance.

"I know. We'll take care of it." Emily sighed, and we both looked to our left to see the giant mansion. That house was gorgeous, if only the owners were the same. "We stick to the plan Bells."

I agreed with her, walking back to the house. I couldn't stop looking at who our neighbors would be that lived in that house or palace for that manor. I didn't want to see them ever again, but life isn't always fair. The life I was thrown into and the life Emily didn't deserve was proof of that.

"Miss Thorne?" The agent came out to walk with us outside. "Now you have to imagine, it's Memorial Day weekend, seventy-five and sunny, all those boys of summer wondering who the new girls are." We stopped as we rounded the house to stare at the Mansion again. Just looking at that house gave me bad feelings that I wanted to quickly squash. "That's Grayson Manor."

"You mean it's not a Mansion?" I made both women laugh which I considered a win.

"You won't find a better address than this." Emily and I stared at each other, showing the Agent we were definitely happy with what she showed us. We agreed to take it, making the agent very excited, "Wonderful! I'll get the contract."

"Think we're making a mistake?" I asked Emily once we were alone. "I'm not one to back out on a promise. We spent years planning this moment. I just want to make sure this is what you really want."

Emily nodded her head, as we signed the contract. This summer season will be spent in the Hamptons.

Once the Agent left, we divided our jobs between the two of us. Emily unpacked the car while I uncovered all the furniture to let them breathe. I swung the doors open to air the house out and began cleaning the kitchen to wiping down the rest of the house. Emily was still bringing boxes inside in between numerous phone calls. One to her best friend, Ashley, who happened to work at the Manor for as she called her, the "Queen of the Hamptons."

Ashley even stopped by before she went to work, telling us all about how she is in charge of the guestlist for the Memorial Day party she was planning, for none other than Victoria Grayson. When we didn't know who she was, Ashley kindly filled us in about how she will be our neighbor for the season. We looked at each other before Emily bought two hugely expensive tickets ten thousand a pop. It was for a good cause.

"Are you guys sure?" Ashley looked so lost and I showed her the picture all of us took two years ago. The frame thankfully survived the trip.

"It's to help your career, Ash." I hugged her and she smiled back so relieved she sold more tickets.

"Thank you! I don't know what I would do without you guys." Ashley turned to leave, and I smiled when Emily wanted to get drunk on cheap margaritas later.

It was just the two of us again. Today nothing would happen, the plan was just to make an appearance and be friendly new neighbors. We sat down to take a break from unpacking. It felt good to be home again. The party wouldn't be so bad, and we had the whole day to relax. I smiled coming up with an idea. I took my shoes off, pulling Emily's hand to get up, and we walked down to the beach.

"Feels just like home, yet it doesn't at the same time."

"Well," Emily laced her arm through mine as we walked down the beach. "Someone is missing."

"Make that three someones." I clarified. "Remember when Dad had us jump over the waves because we were always complaining the water was too cold?"

Emily smiled remembering the memory and I pulled her up to the wave as the both of us jumped over it, laughing to our heart's content as we jumped over the next one. The water would slowly become warmer after every jump.

"You must come from a family of Polar Bears." A woman interrupted us. She had a nice shirt on with white pants, carrying her shoes in her hands as she walked up to us. I noticed her immediately, she was the homeowner. "That water is ice cold."

"Only at first." Emily clung to me tighter.

"We're told jumping over them gets you used to the water faster." I smiled, looking at the woman. She was very pretty in an 'I'm going through rough times' sort of way. "After a while, you can't feel anything."

"Sounds like my marriage." she smiled weakly, "You ladies must be the new renters."

"I'm Emily Thorne, and this is my sister Isabella." Emily introduced us and we all exchanged names as her's was Lydia Davis. She and her husband own the house we are staying in for the summer. I wouldn't tell her we already knew that or that we knew her, but we just moved here, we were supposed to be clueless. She told us word gets around fast in the Hamptons and the whole area knew of our arrival. Everybody knew everyone's business, nothing was secret.

"It's so nice to meet you." I shook her hand again, smiling at my sister, "We can't tell you how much we love your house."

"Me too. Some great memories were made in that house."

"Well, hopefully, we can make some of our own, right Bells?" Emily smiled but I could tell it was forced. I just smiled and agreed. Lydia bid us farewell, hoping our memory-making wouldn't include money being taken out of the damage deposit we put in the house and welcomed us to the Hamptons as she walked further down the beach.

I rolled my eyes, mimicking Lydia, "So long as we don't need to take it out of your damage deposit."

Emily laughed as we continued to jump over more waves before diving in. We decided we loved being able to feel our bodies and swam back to shore to warm up in the house. We both showered and after I prepped dinner, making something easy with the little that we had. We'd definitely need to stock the house tomorrow. I made a quick chicken alfredo dish for Emily and I as we sat on the couch with her tablet on her lap. It was an old news report about how the prosecutors wrapped up their case for treason against disgraced hedge fund executive David Clarke. I took a bite out of my dish, nudging Emily to do the same as she placed the tablet between us. We listened to this about a million times in the last week we could recite the entire new report. Lydia David was Clarke's secretary. The same Lydia Davis who is the owner of the beach house we are renting. She looked a lot younger when she testified. The makeup she continues to wear took a toll on her beauty. Now she just looks worn out and miserable. Her testimony supported the allegations made by Clarke's former boss, Conrad Grayson, who we will be seeing Sunday for the party. Conrad apparently gave a detailed report about the scheme Clarke used to channel money to the terrorists responsible for the downing of flight 1-9-7.

"I don't know why you are listening to this again Ems." I took another forkful of my food, "We've watched these thousands of times, and I would like to keep my appetite tonight."

"I'm sorry." she turned off the tablet to eat with me, "I just want to be prepared."

"Ems, we are more prepared than they will be in a year." I smiled grabbing her hand, "We have backup plans for backup plans. Nothing is going to stop us from seeking justice."