You know about Toms younger twin brothers, Sam and Harry, but did you know about their triplet sister. Meet Caroline Holland. Only girl in the family, bar her mom, and is Harry and Sam's triplet. She has just completed her Leaving cert and is tryin...
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"I'm coming, I'm coming."
i ran to the door and opened it to see a guy with a hood on his head. "Can I help you?" "Yes I think you can." He took down the hood to let me to see his face. I gasped and tried to close the door. "go away peyton." "wait wait wait. I need to talk to you. Please." "What, so you can hit me again?" He looked confused but then with realization. "Spencer pretended to be me and ended up hitting you. No wonder he threw me into the cellar." He whispered. "What?" I asked opening the door.
"Caroline you crazy? Close that door." Tom shouted. He ran and pushed me behind him before I could speak. "I'm giving you five minutes to leave this place before I call the police." Tom threatened. "Tom!!" I shouted. "what!!" "Stop. what do you mean by Spencer pretended to be you?" I pushed past Tom. He looked at me. "The guy you thought was me was my twin brother." He looked me dead in the eye." I looked at him. "He could just be saying this s**t, I'm calling the guards." Tom said walking away. "Wait" I grabbed Toms arm. " If you really are Peyton, tell me something that only you would know." He thought about it and then looked me dead in the eye. "When you were young, you used to have to sleep with the light on because you wouldn't sleep in the dark." I examined his face. On the side of his nose, just beside the left eye, Peyton had a scar that was barely visible but if you looked closely you could see it. "It's him." I whispered. "What!" Tom asked. "Tom, look. Beside his left eye on the side of his nose their is a barely visible scar. Look closely and you can see it." I pointed. Tom looked and the nodded. "Fine fine." He said and stepped back.
"It's really you." I said. "Yea."
I pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry for everything he done to you." He whispered. "I'm sorry I blamed you." I said and kissed his cheek.
