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Hilary

It had been nearly two years, and you could say looked different. I had casted the shape shifting spell on myself, so the bastard Rogues couldn't see the real me. 

I had gotten close to one of the Rogues, however. Henry, he was a Rogue who was born into it. He hadn't chosen it. Hell, he wished otherwise. Tonight was the night we were getting together to talk about escaping. I was ready to do what I had to, to get back home to Leah and Bella and Nessie and Charlie and... my family. I was ready to go home.

Leah

I lay on my bed. Just as I had for the past twenty two months. I couldn't eat or sleep much. I never spoke to the Cullens, I couldn't even look at Edward, Bella and Renesmee. They'd seen the fucker take my Hilary, and didn't do anything! They could've stopped the bastard who took Hill, but they didn't. And now she was gone. Probably dead in some fucking ditch.

I couldn't do anything anymore. I could only cry, sleep, eat/drink a bit, and slowly make my way to the bathroom. I couldn't live without her. I missed her. I needed closure. I needed to know if she was... I couldn't bring myself to think the word.

Hilary

It was nearly time. Tomorrow was the big night. I was going to be responsible for at least one death - I was going to have blood on my hands. But it was time to get out and go home. Henry had been kidnapped as a newborn, and couldn't remember anything of his childhood outside of the Rogue camp. So, he was going to live with my family and I. But... there was a small... erm... problem. One of the men at the camp had been drunk one night, and he'd raped me. More reason to hate men.

And, due to that night... Imogen happened. She was my life now. I loved her. It didn't matter she was from a rape case. She was my daughter, and she had my eyes and my grandmother's features.

I was ready to go home now.