Hi, sorry for not updating sooner, I've just been drowning in coursework and controlled Assessments! Anyhoo, here is the next instalment you wonderful people who have amazing taste in TV, lol! *Disclaimer, I don't own revenge or anything else I add in there, apart from my own characters

The fading sounds of music resonated through the warm sounds of laughter and glasses chinking in the last hour of the night. I cut the engine immediately the GPS navigation had decided to miscalculate the route and tell me the route had ended before unceremoniously switching off and refusing to come back on. With a sigh, I placed the GPS away in the glove compartment and grabbed my "escape" bag and the remainder of my Starbucks goodies before locking my car.

Instinctively I was pulled towards a the first source of comfort I could see, it was on the edge of the boulevard street and the lights were still on as I saw people leaving, talking and joking with one another. I took a closer inspection "The Stowaway" was written on the top of the bar, I peered inside it was relatively calm, there was even a blonde woman with ringlets at the bar holding a baby.

I debated whether to go in, but seeing as I was in an unfamiliar place in the darkness the safest place for me now was the small but robust bar. I stepped inside and tried to find a spot of seclusion where I would easily pass for being ignored. No such luck, as a tall, dark haired bar tender greeted me with a warm questioning smile as he gestured to a chair.

Hesitantly I sat down but as far away from the countertop it would let me, I was in no position for a pleasant conversation but the bar tender felt otherwise.

"rough day, huh?" he spoke sympathetically. Normally his tone of voice would cause any rational person to open up, but this question just caused me suspicion.

"You can tell, can't you" I spoke trying to be calm, but epically failing, he could probably hear the poorly disguised monster of despair within my voice.

"Sorry, I don't mean to pry. Would you like a drink, non-alcoholic of course, I don't serve to the under-age", this caused a brief ghost of a smile on my face as I ordered a hot chocolate. He must have thought I needed it as he added whipped cream, sprinkles and a cherry on top.

"She's not three and half Jack" said the blonde woman with the ringlets who was supporting the cooing baby as she rolled her eyes. She wasn't annoyed though, more amused.

"She's had a bad day, I'm sorry but you can tell" he protested. This small family scene made me want to cry, I wanted to bawl out that it's not fair and to sit and wait around for my dad to come and calm me down just as Jack was doing to the infant.

"Hi, I'm Amanda, this is my fiancé Jack and this is my little baby Carl who is becoming rather fussy at the moment" the baby squirmed in Jacks arms. She laughed as baby Carl grabbed his father's goatee and tried to pull it off.

It was evident this family was a lively & happy one, so much unlike my own, and I didn't want to intrude on them by bringing my sorrow and misery on them. However I debated it would look suspicious and may raise an alarm if I didn't reply and it was just rude if I didn't say anything after their hospitality. My noble side won, eventually.

"Hello, I'm Jess" had already slipped out before I had to remember to cover myself, "Jess Johnson." (I know Johnson- great huh!? I'm sorry but it was all I could think of! ) I tried to be warm and welcoming but all I could manage was a small, tight smile.

"Well, Jess what brings you to the over-priced and richly famous Hamptons?" Jack glanced up from feeding Carl his milk bottle.

" I err, I was going to a family friends but my GPS died and backfired" there not so bad I could do this, just state the truth in a confusing manner, hopefully I won't have to lie too much.

"Well, maybe we can help you, do you want directions, a map?" he continued to look concerned; I must sound more pathetic than I looked. He'd caught me off guard, because before I had a chance to decline. Amanda had already located a pen & pad and looked expectantly at me.

"Oh, you know it's no trouble, I'm just looking for a beach house" I tried to wave off the gesture, but I ended up knocking over several coasters onto the floor. Whoops.

"A beach house, do you know where?" Amanda looked calmly, as we exchanged a glance, her big brown eyes full of wide genuine concern, there was something not quite right, I couldn't quite put my finger on it-yet. Was it panic? Confusion?

"Kind of" Given the subtle change in Amanda, I decided to play vague and un-sure. I tried to tell myself it was nothing, I'm just being paranoid, over anxious with stress and fatigue I thought to myself, but this time I couldn't quite convince myself given recent events. Judging by the look of nerves and was it possibly fear trying to fight and reveal itself on Amanda's face when Jack seemed to have caught on by saying, " Do you mean Emily Thorne's beach house, by the Grayson's?" A thud of shock course through me, the address, the diary pages, the casual reference to the Grayson's, slowly but surely there was a underlying link that I had only began to discover. Maybe this Emily was the key to everything, maybe I could finally get some answers, besides my dad would never intentionally lead me into harm, would he?

"Ermm" I started, he intervened "Honey pass me that pen & pad would you." She agreed wordlessly her eyes trained on me. I decided to ignore her and look at what Jack was writing down.

"Is this it?" He'd written the same address that my dad had wrote. I scrupulously checked the post-code "Beach House, Hamptons NY, HNY23 L3S" It was all there. My face must not have concealed my clear shock properly. I tried to swallow down the nerves "Yeah" It came out as a whisper; I cleared my throat by taking a sip of hot chocolate before speaking a little louder "Yes, that's it."

"I knew it" he spoke jubilantly, "Well-" He was cut off by a passer-by wishing him good-night. "You know if it's alright with you Jess, we could show you Emily's house in the morning."

"I well, err" I began. "You would stay here with us of course, No, no ,no" he said as he beat of my objections " Any friend of Emily is our friend of ours, she's Carl's godmother, it's the least we could do" Jack stated.

At the mention of Carl's name Amanda's expression softened slightly and took the sleeping baby from Jacks arms. She paused and looked at me, it seemed she had yet to pass judgement on whether I was dangerous or not. "We insist", she gave my arm a gentle squeeze, most likely out of affection?

"Don't worry, you can call your parents and let them know your safe and Emily as well if you like?" Jack offered. He took in my facial expression "or we could call Emily, let her know you're here."

Amanda jumped in " Oh, it's late, we shouldn't call Emily all the way down here, you can sleep out here in the open if it makes you feel safer, theirs' nothing to worry about" she added coolly, attempting to make a joke by masking her athorative tone.

"Miss Clarke" Jack said in a mocking voice of a school teacher scolding a student, they both laughed in conjunction together. I let out a slight giggle, which may have been a little hysterical.

Amanda Clarke? She was Amanda, the girl my mother screamed about in the dead of the night, the girl from those diary pages about…. the woman in front of me was MY sister?! Hang on, wait- reverse, if this really was THE Amanda Clarke then why did my father give me the address to Emily Thorne's house, and not here. It was a fluke I had stumbled in here unprepared, I must not reveal anything about who I am, until I know for sure I can trust her or this Emily. Once again the growing nagging feeling of discontentment in the back of my mind came up.

There is a connection somewhere I can feel it, the fragments of the puzzle were slowly coming together, I needed to find out more, hopefully if I keep my wits about me, I can delve deeper into this growing and ever expanding tale. This is why I agreed to stay with Jack & Amanda, I had to find EMILY.

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