Sworn To Silence... [Liam Payne] *ON HOLD!*

- Chapter 1

Emeralds POV:

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"Knock, knock, knock! Wakey, wakey Em!"

"Go away Michelle." I groan, pulling the covers up over my head as she enters the room, rather loudly might I add.

"Can't." She says, cringing at my use of her full name while ripping the covers off of me. "We've gotta go." She says, completely ignoring the deadly glare I'm sending her.

"And stop glaring at me like that. No matter how hard you glare, you're not going to do any physical damage." She laughs. "Now get up. We leave in a hour." She says, leaving my room, but not before throwing a pillow at my head. "Up!"

"Alright!" I scream, slowly swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing. I love Michelle, or Mitchie as everyone calls her, to death, but I swear, sometimes I just wanna shove a boulder up her butt and roll her little annoying ass down a hill. I sigh and gather my belongings and head toward my bathroom. I strip before climbing into the shower, letting the warm water free me of my thoughts.

It's been about 5 years since the incident and I've been moving on with my life the best I could. Sure, the events of that night still haunt me, and sure, I have thoughts that maybe I should come clean to the police about what actually happened to my father that night, but I try to ignore them. Not just because that's the easiest and best thing to do, but because it's the only thing I could do.

That man told me he'd find me if I ever spoke a word of that night, and his threat still hangs over me. I can't just risk calling it a bluff because I know what him and his followers are capable of , hell, I'd be crazy to even consider doing that.

These past 5 years haven't exactly been easy on me. Watching my father die, having to deal with all the police questionings and reporters everywhere I went, and having to move from my small town in downstate Pennsylvania, to a slightly more populated one upstate with my aunt, uncle, and cousin. Though it hasn't all been peaches and cream for me, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I graduated from the local high school in the same class as Mitchie, and am now currently in my 2nd year of college at Penn State. I got sent here under a track scholarship.

Yup, you heard right, I'm a trackie. Track is literally my life. Being a part of the high school track team was one of the ways used to help bring me back to being, well, me after the incident. I've been running since high school, and now I've continued onto college, with Mitchie along side of me. Yea, she runs track too.

If you were seeing Mitchie for the first time, you'd guess she'd be doing anything but running track. With her dirty blond hair, green eyes, and slim figure, the girl looks like she belongs on a cheer-leading team or runway rather than spending 6 days a week running around a track.

Despite her appearance at first sight, she's a track runner at heart. She was born to be doing this. Like me, shes at Penn under a track scholarship. While I run the 100, and 400 meter dashes along with the 4x400 and 100 meter relays, Mitchie's all about the hurdles. When she runs, she owns them, literally. I've seen very few people hurdle as fluently and quickly as she does, which explains why she's currently ranked #5 in the nation.

Me, on the other hand, I'm ranked #4 in the nation for the 100 meter dash, and #2 in the nation for the 4x4 relay which consists of me, Mitchie, and our two twin friends, Monica and Miranda. Everyone at school likes to think of us and our relay as the fantastic four. I'm not very fond of the name in the sense that it makes us all seem full of ourselves, cause' that's the last thing we are. But I guess I can see why they've given us that name. When we're together on the track, we're like a well oiled machine. Once you get us started on that race, we don't quit until we reach the end. It can get to be little over whelming at times, but it's nothing we can't handle.