*Zoe's P.O.V*

I was exhausted. I'd been walking almost all day. I should be used to it by now though, walking is all I've been doing for the last few days, since I ran away from my foster home. Trust me, I had my reasons for running away. You'd understand if you saw the bruises.

My feet literally felt like they were about to fall off, and I was tempted to just find a bench and sleep for a while, but then I saw it. A sign, that said:

Emmerdale

Please Drive Carefully Through Our Village

I almost squealed in excitement and relief as I practically ran into the village. Apparently, I was too excited to pay attention to what I was doing, because the next thing I new, I was rolling over the hood of a car, before everything went black.

*Andy's P.O.V*

I was walking back from Debbie's after I'd picked Jack and Sarah up and dropped them off at her's. I was heading for my house, when suddenly I saw a girl get hit by a car. I ran over and knelt down beside her.

"Hey, can you hear me, sweetheart?" I asked, gently shaking the girl. She looked so young. She couldn't have been any older than fifteen. She was covered in cuts and bruises, but only some of them were from the car. The others looked quite old.

She started coughing, but it came out as splutters and wheezes. She was barely concious, but at least I knew she was alive.

"Okay, let's get you come where comfortable, yeah?" I muttered, carefully but effortlessly lifting her and carrying her to my house. (A/N: I'm not really sure where Andy lives at the moment, but for the sake of the story, let's say he lives alone in his own house.)

I laid her down on the sofa and went to get the first aid kit, as well as some painkillers and a glass of water for when she wakes up, since she's probably need it. I went back into the living room and sat on the edge of the sofa, opening the first aid kit. The girl wasn't seriously injured, so I was able to just clean her cuts out and put some bandages on. I started with her arms and legs. She had a grazed knee and elbow, they were quite deep and bloody, but not too bad. I cleaned them out with the rubbing alcohol and put plasters over them, before moving on to her face, which was a little more roughed up. She had a cut on her forehead, a cut along her right cheekbone and a scrape along her jawline. I started with her forehead, then her jawline, and finally her cheekbone. But as I was cleaning out the cut on her cheek, the stinging from the rubbing alcohol must've woken her up, because she suddenly opened her eyes with a gasp. She saw me sat over her and backed away, fear evident in her brown eyes.

"Hey, it's alright, I'm not going to hurt you." I said gently, but she didn't look any calmer.

"W-what am I doing here? Who are you?" She asked frantically, panic clear in her voice.

"You got hit by a car, so I bought you back here to clean you up." I explained, my voice soft and gentle, "What's your parents' number? They'll probably want to know what's happened."

"Oh, uh, I don't live with my parents anymore." She told me, but something told me it wasn't the full truth.

"How old are you?" I wondered.

"21." She said, and I knew for sure that wasn't true, so I gave her a look and she sighed, "Okay, fine, 19." I still didn't believe her, and she knew that, "17?" She questioned rather than stated. She then sighed, knowing I wasn't buying it, "Okay, fine, you caught me. I'm 15. But I was telling the truth about not living with my parents." 

"How come?" I frowned. The girl looked down.

"I ran away from my foster family." She mumbled. She's a foster child?

"If you don't mind me asking... What happened to your real family?" I asked cautiously.

"No idea. I've been a foster kid all my life. But that's why I'm here, I'm hoping to find my real family." She explained. Wait, her family lives here?

"Well, maybe I can help you. Pretty much everyone knows everyone in this village, so chances are, I know your real parents. What's your name?" I asked the young girl.

"Zoe Sugden."

I froze. It can't be. I know Mum and Dad had a daughter before Mum died, but dad put her up for adoption because he couldn't cope without Mum. I never thought I would see the baby again, but here she is, right in front of me, now 15 years old.

"Zoe, I know who your family is." I said. She looked at me with curious eyes.

"Really? Who?" She asked eagerly.

"My family."