I hid away for ten years, I took her away from him. He didn't know about her though. He still doesn't know about her. She's his daughter. She was made without him knowing. I had to take her away from him.

My name is Nicki. My mom disappeared two weeks ago and no one can find her. So the local police sent me to go live with my mom's previous adoptive family. I was nervous, my mom often told me that the Tragers were nice. She named me after her mum, Nicole. That's my name. I wondered if I should call her Nicole?

When the taxi from the airport came up to the house I was so nervous. My mom told me she hadn't been in touch with her family for a long time. I paid the driver and he helped me with my stuff. Then it was the deadly walk up the path towards the door.

I hoped they were good to me. I knocked on the door and took a step back. Strangely my mind seemed to recognise this place. Like I had been here before but not recently. When the door opened, I could feel a family atmosphere. The woman was stood there looking at me. She had fading blonde hair but she still stood tall and proud. Mom told me Nicole was once a therapist.

'Hello, are you Nicole Trager?'

'Yes, that's me what can I do for you?'

'I'm Nicki, you're expecting me?' I started trembling.

'Nicki? No I don't think we are.' She turned into the house,' Stephen? Were we expecting someone named Nicki?'

'No! I don't think so...'

'Sorry, we weren't expecting you...'

'Oh... Um... It's just this is where the police told me to come...'

'The police? You'd better come inside...'

I thanked her and walked slowly inside. My mind suddenly started hurting as I looked around everything seemed so familiar. But I was sure I had never been here before. The pain subsided but it was still there.

'Why don't you take a seat on the sofa? I'll go talk to my husband...'

I sat there and looked over at some pictures on the wall. I slowly rose and walked over to the hanging pictures. There was one of six people, I recognised the tall blonde as Nicole, the older man must've been her husband Stephen, then I recognised my mother. I placed a finger on the glass and stared at her. She was so beautiful, I couldn't believe she was just gone. This when I heard the front open. I turned and met some pale blue eyes. My head started hurting again as I looked at him. I touched it and it was burning hot.

'Kyle? Is that you?' Nicole called from the other room.

'Yeah,' Kyle was still looking at me as he slipped his jacket off. I ignored him and turned back towards the picture,' who are you?' He asked; my head jerked at the sound of his voice.

'That's Nicki...' Said Nicole as she came back into the room. I walked away from the picture and back to the sofa,' Nicki can I offer you something to drink while we get in touch with your mum?'

I saddened,' no you won't be able to...' I leant down on my arms.

'Why? What do you mean?' Nicole came and sat down next to me. I heard Kyle move to stand in the side of the room; he was looking at the picture I had been staring at.

'My mom went missing two weeks ago. Social services and the police told me you were my closet relatives.' I looked at the TV then at the window. This place was definitely familiar to me.

'What about your dad?' Nicole placed a hand on mine. I recognised the touch.

'There was no record of him. But my mom knew who he was, she said they were soul mates. She never told me his name though.'

'I wonder why they sent you here?' Lori has definitely not had a child and she's my only daughter I've talked to in a while.'

I got up again and went back to the picture. Kyle's eyes moved with me. I pointed to the other girl in the picture apart from my mom,' Is this Lori?'

'Yes,' Kyle spoke up, he pointed at the other boy in the picture apart from him,' that's Josh,' then he pointed at my mom and he sighed,' and that's Jessi,'

'...my mom,' we spoke the last words at the same time. Then both Nicole and Kyle looked at me. My head started spinning.

'Wait... Jessi is your mom...' My head pounded again.

'Yeah... She is,' I walked over to my bag and grabbed the photos of my mom and me. One was from when I was five; the earliest she had of me and the second was when I won the science fair at the age of nine.

I showed it to the two gawking adults. I started to get warm and felt fatigue. I took off my black leather jacket and placed it over my bag. I stumbled slightly but nobody noticed. Kyle pointed to the one of me at the science fair.

'You won the science fair?'

'Yeah, don't sound so surprised. I am smarter than you. I was smarter than my mom.' I tried to smile but it didn't work. My mind was getting all jumbled and I started to feel faint. I grabbed my head again before I slowly fell on the sofa.

I heard the mumbled calls of my name before passing out completely.

A/N This was just an idea in my head. I am still doing my other story. But I'd be happy to continue this one too! What do you think?

Peppy XY