OK, I know this is EXTREMELY short, but I hope you like it all the same...

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Chapter 2
"Honey! I'm home!" I hear a Geordie voice yell from the door. It sounds familiar.
"LIAM! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" Gina bellows. Ahh, so this is the infamous Liam.
"In town, Gina, baby." he says with a laugh.
He walks into the living room where I am, an his eyes latch onto me, his cheeky smile wiped off his face. I feel uncomfortable under his unwavering gaze. I look away from him, an image of him burning in front of my eyes. The chocolate brown hair and eyes. His millions of freckles. He looks so familiar.
"What's up with you?" Tee asks, seeing him staring at me.
He shakes himself and pulls his gaze away from me.
"Nothing." he says to her. He then turns back to me and says "Hello Lylia." I blink.
"You… know… me?" I ask, bewildered.
"Your mother told me."
"But she's dead." I say, plainly, narrowing my eyes at him. He looks hurt and scared. I then see a vision. I see his face towering over me, the exact same expression on his features. I hear a bang and all goes black.

"Lylia? Lylia? Are you there?"
My eyes flutter open, and I find myself looking up into Liam's eyes. He stared back, the worry clearly expressed on his face.
"You know, don't you? You didn't quite forget." he says, with a smile. And he's right. I do remember.
Above me is the boy who pulled me from the car, seconds before the explosion.
Above me is my saviour.
And I hate him.