I've been super busy, my other story should be updated this weekend, and a new one should be posted. Enjoy this! c:
His lips pressed against hers in a rough, unexpected kiss. It was a silent, meaningful moment, all still but the two, lips locked. "You don't understand," he whispered harshly, pulling back from the kiss, leaving a small space between them- so small, she could still feel the heat of his breath on her lips. "I almost lost you, you almost died." He hissed, placing his hand on the back of her head to push their lips back together.
Zach's eyes closed as he pulled Cammie closer to him. To verify that this moment was real. That he wasn't dreaming. She was gripping the collar of his shirt, just beneath his hair, where he could feel her fingers brushing slightly, tickling him. Why she seemed to cloud his senses didn't make much sense to him, he felt as if she were a drug- and he was addicted. She was nothing special. She didn't have any outstanding features- yet everything about her was outstanding.
In a sudden movement, Zach pinned Cammie to the wall behind her, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Zach," she finally whispered, voice cracking, and he could hear the troubles she had faced- and was still facing. He pulled back from her neck, looking back into her eyes, then scanning her face, taking the image in. She moved her hands, so that they would cup his cheeks, and pulled his face back down to hers.
He pulled back quickly, taking a step back and releasing her from his grip. "No, I can't do this. I can't lose you again!" He hissed, gaze darkening as he faced Cammie again, letting out a ragged breath. She looked confused. And hurt. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, letting out another breath. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if-" he cut off suddenly, turning and stomping away. Cammie ran after him though, gripping his elbow in her hands, but he simply pushed her off.
"Zach? What's wrong?" she asked, innocence lacing her words- even after what she had been through! She could still be so innocent- so unknown to the harsh world. He was envious, he wanted to be like that, to care about someone without feeling they might be dead tomorrow. Or worse. He ignored her question, instead picking up his pace. It was a petty thing to do, he knew that, but he couldn't handle losing her again. Not knowing where she went. If she was okay.. Who she was with. It killed him, and he could only find comfort in Bex who he hardly liked in the first place.
She wasn't a big help either. And seeing Cammie's face when he came back- he felt like a bad guy all over again. Except, he didn't have the boys with him this time. He was alone. He didn't have anyone. And now, he felt as if he couldn't even have Cammie. "Zach?" It was practically a begging tone, she was begging him to listen. To tell her what was wrong. Because, she felt the same way he did. As if she had no one. Yet, it seemed everyone cared about her. Tried to find her- to bring her back unscathed.
He stopped suddenly, and he could feel her run into him, he ignored that though, grabbing hold of her shoulders, grip tight and tense. He stared into her eyes, and she stared back into his. "Cammie.. I couldn't stand losing you again. You don't understand what I went through- how hard I tried to find you. Do you know how many sleepless nights I went through? Small clues that would disappear before I had a chance to follow them? I tried so hard.. but I failed! I wasn't able to help you when you needed saving! And.. and I almost lost you because of it!"
He knew his tone was desperate, trying to make her understand, but he couldn't seem to stop talking, shaking her slightly, trying to emphasis his point. "And.. if that were ever to happen again- I wouldn't be able to live with myself! I'm supposed to know these things- to be able to understand them better than anyone, she's my mother!" The word was harsh and strained, leaving Cammie to feel more ashamed then she had felt ever before. She could've brought Bex, taken Zach up on his offer- she even could've had Liz help her- or Macey, they all would- without question. But, she felt as if she had to do this on her own.
"You can't ever do that to me again, Cammie. You can't! You're mine, Gallagher Girl. And you need to understand that."