Splitting Image

Chapter 2.

                 

I stared at him, speechless, for well over a minute. I couldn't believe he was sitting in front of me. Actually, it was more like I didn't want to believe it.

"How?" I asked sternly.

"I'm out for good."

"Why are you here?"

"Good to see you, too, old friend."

I looked at him, then his friend as he drove, then back to him.

"This doesn't make sense."

"Well, actually, I would be lying if I said I didn't need something from you." He smiled slyly. "Because I do."

I sighed. The last thing he needed from me almost landed us both in jail. I mean, he covered for me, but I'm almost 18 now. If I get caught, I'm done.

"What would you need from me?" I asked, irritation lacing through my words. Another sly smirk found its way across his lips.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I shook my head and sat back as another wave of uneasiness set in my stomach. And to think things were almost getting better.

We drove for a while, around 25 minutes if I were to guess, and they conversed while I stayed in deep thought the entire time about what he had in store for me. Something was telling me it couldn't be anything good.

"We're here." His friend said, his voice gruff. I looked out the window, noticing the huge house in front of me definitely made me do a double take. It was absolutely gorgeous, to say the very least.

The bricks supporting the house were a beautiful rustic gray, the roof a chocolate brown, and a beautiful fountain sitting right in the middle of the circular driveway.

"This is your house?" I gasped, getting out of the car and slowly walking towards it. He nodded, and I noticed my bags were in his hand.

"I have rules, but we'll go over them later." He said his face serious. Jesus, if he wants to get along he's really going to have to get rid of that attitude.

"Yes, sir." I said sarcastically with a muffled scuff following it which I was grateful he didn't hear. He was quite intimidating.

"So, here's the deal. I get the master bedroom. Any other room is yours. Give me my space, don't snoop, and we should be fine." He finished, giving me a fake smile.

I returned the smile childishly.

"But, to a more pressing issue," Liam interrupted us. "Let's talk about why you're here."

"Yes, lets." I rolled my eyes as we all entered the grand living room that was beautifully furnished. I sat on a long sectional, Liam sitting on a sofa across from me.

"I want to get revenge." He stated, leaning forward and crossing his hands together.

"Okay." I said with a confused look, wondering what the hell that had to do with me.

"And you're going to help me."

"How?"

"You're going under cover." He smirked.

"Excuse me?" My jaw dropped. Under cover?

"You're going under cover to help me get revenge. On my father. Well, my entire family." He paused, looking down for a bit, then sighed and looked back up at me. "I want them to suffer as bad as I did, and you are going to help me."

I stayed quiet for a moment, and didn't make eye contact with him. I knew the story of how his family treated him. His father did everything in his power to get him kicked out of his house. Lying on him, not letting him in the house purposefully just so he could blame it on him the next day. He never thought Liam was his and, since he had money and a very big image to keep up, he wanted him out of the picture no matter how it affected him. And he definitely got what he wanted. In a way, I feel I owed him for doing time for me, but this sounded very... dramatic and I was far from dramatic.

"What do you need me to do?"

He smiled softly, but it fell quickly and a serious expression took over.

"We're going to create a fake persona, get you into the private school those rich little shits attend, you're going to befriend them, get information, get close to them, and that's when we're going to attack."

"Uh huh..." I bit my lip, thinking it over. I mean, it sounded very dramatic, but looking over this house made me forget all about it.

"How am I going to even get into this school?"

"Oh, our sweet Jacob will take care of that. He's a computer hacker. He's hacked into banks, explaining the money we got to afford this lovely house." He smirked as Jacob walked in the room with food, and he nodded in agreement. "We have more than enough money to get you a new wardrobe, and to afford to keep up the image you need. No attachments to these people." He said in a warning voice. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm honestly offended you think I would befriend those rich little shits." I said in a fake offended tone. "That's something you definitely don't have to worry about." I smirked after thinking for a minute. "I'm in."

"Perfect." He bit his lip, smirking slightly.

This would definitely be interesting.

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I don't think I've ever owned more clothes in my entire life.

We literally just spent almost $10,000 dollars on a wardrobe and I was told this wouldn't be the end of shopping.

I was exhausted. After shopping, getting a haircut, getting my nails done and buying way too much make up, only thing left to discuss is my new persona.

"Molly." Jacob blurted out while we were still thinking of new names.

"Hell no." I laughed, rolling my eyes. I'd rather not be named after a drug. "Why do I need a new name, anyway? It's not like any of them would know me."

"You're in the system. They could look you up and see you're not what you claim." Liam pointed out. I bit my lip once I noticed he was right.

"Danielle. That's my middle name." I spoke up after thinking for a minute. They both smiled in approval.

"Danielle O'Conner. I like it." Liam smirked.