Here we are Lovelies! As if I'm already on my THIRD STORY! I promise this one will be longer and will have some more personal issues; abandonment, self-harm and others so if I offend you then I am sorry and I going to write them in a sensitive way.
Full summary:
Beauty and the Beast
NO SPIES! Cammie's mum and dad take in a homeless boy named Zach and tend to him. He is very secretive and doesn't speak...until he meets Cammie. They slowly fall in love but can Zach keep his beastly past away from Cammie?
Oooh, you like? Hopefully you do! I'm going to plan and make this fanfic goode! I need an emotional fanfic! I hope you like it, and for all the people who voted: THANK-YOU AND ENJOY! And also to everyone else to loves and reads and enjoys my stories: THANK-YOU AND ENJOY! Oh and by the way this story does have some strong language, not much but some so I warn you now! Oh and like my last one...sex ;)
alone: Zach's POV
Alone. I've always been alone, for me its better this way. I remember having a family. My mom and dad and sister...but that was a long time ago. I put that family shit away in the back of my mind. It was Area 51 for my brain. In all my memories my parents seem to be blank. A shadow...an outline...sometimes just hands. I looked at my own hands, dirty and bloody from climbing trees and just generally surviving this harsh reality we call 'life'. But that's when they found me. They found me and my own camp I'd set up. They took me to two people, a women with red hair and a man with black. They were my new family.
The house was huge. No, I don't even class it as a house. It's a mansion. It has 10 rooms, 5 bathrooms and 3 floors. The first floor has the kitchen, living room, drawing room and dining room. The second floor has 5 out of 4 bedrooms. I'm on the third floor. With my bag in hand I walked the hallway cautiously. I passed many rooms with king size beds and silk bedspreads. I stopped at the room in the middle. The door was shut but it had a sign in the door. It read:
'Chameleon's Room! Please knock :-)
(especially if you're Macey, Bex, Liz, Grant, Jonas and MOSTLY Josh) '
The room interested me. There was something about the messy crawl of this girls writing and the way she wrote Josh's name differently. I heard footsteps coming; I backed away from the room.
"Zach?" she asked. When I didn't respond he continued with, "Hi, I'm Julie. The Goode's have told me to escort you to your room." She tried to take my bag but I held on firmly. She smiled uneasily and then walked, I followed. She led to me the room at the end of the hall. Inside was the same as all the spare rooms. The same cream walls, the same silk bedspread on a king size bed and the same stale smell. Julie left me alone. I stood in the door way looking around... and they couldn't even paint it blue! I thought.
I didn't bother putting my clothes in the wardrobe, I didn't bother sitting on the bed or looking around. I knew I wouldn't be staying. It was the same with every other foster family; it took them one night for them to see my true colours.
At 5 o'clock there was a knock on the door. Truthfully, I was sitting down but only because my feet were sore from wearing the same pair of crappy Converse for 6 years. She announced dinner was served and left me again. I was fidgety, I was restless...I was homesick.
When most people think if home they think of family. But for me it springs up the memories of me and Nick, another runaway. We used to camp, hunt and do everything together. He was 2 years older than me; he was like my older brother.
When I finally came down for dinner they were already seated and were sipping in hot soup.
"Sorry Zach, we would have waited but you took just a little too long" she said holding her thumb and index finger 3 centimetres apart. The man just carried on sipping his soup; he gave off a cold sort of aura that made me dislike him instantly.
I sat down in front of the woman; she seemed more friendly, less 'what the fxck are you doing in my house'.
"Well, I guess we should properly introduce ourselves. My name is Catherine Goode and this is Michael my husband. We have a daughter around your age called Cammie...short for Cameron. She will be here tomorrow for spring break..." she carried on talking but I wasn't listening.
Cammie... short for Cameron, did she say?
The girl intrigued me. For once in a long time I spoke, "What does she look like?" they looked stunned for a second. No doubt on my record it said 'hasn't spoken for 3 months' but this time no-one was asking me questions.
"Well...she's got blonde hair with honey highlights. Fair skin, brown eyes and she's quite small. She doesn't look like any one of us though"
Mrs Goode went back to the soup quickly. I put her description in my head and tried to create this girl.
How blonde was her hair? Platinum? Butter?
What kind of small? Small body? Small in height?
I stared into my soup like it was a crystal ball...no answers. I took a last glance around the room and then ate the first proper meal in months.
After dinner it was 'bedtime'. I must admit...the Goode's were good. Locked everything, doors, windows, the whole lot. I paced the room just imagining Mr Goode's evil laugh. With his black hair, almost black eyes and oddly shaved stubble he had the looks of a villain.
At about 12 o'clock I admit defeat. I took a luxurious 2 hour bath and immediately slept as soon as my eyes closed.
Did you like it? It was the full chapter; I'll put it on the new story as well. I always feel a rush from starting a new chapter! I honestly can't believe that it's my third story! I remember starting and thinking that no-one would read my stories!
Review please and keep reading! It's a ZAMMIE story like all of mine, I can't help it... their just too cute!
-cammieXzachxx
Oh and Tawny, after this story I might do some one-shots that might include my CUTIE-NERD JONAS!
