Summary: When Cammie Morgan's heart is crushed by Zachary Goode, the guy who got her pregnant, she isn't like most girls. She doesn't sit on the floor and cry. No, she vows revenge. And to get it… she learns to kill.
Cammie's POV
Finally! I could leave!
The mission had gone so successfully that it was cut two weeks shorter than we all expected. It was such a glorious feeling, when the plane had finally touched down. I had been so excited to be able to see Zach again, only to remember that the CIA wanted me back at base, to fill in more paperwork. And only just now had I finished my full account of what happened.
Sure, the job of a spy had its moments when we're getting the thrill of the mission; of defeating the enemy and coming back home alive, but most of the time it was filling in boring reports, wondering when your next mission would be.
I ran down the stairs of the building and flew into the nearest cab, not really caring that I was knocking a poor woman out of the way as I dived into the taxi. It only took me a few minutes to get home, when it would usually take at least twenty – I had offered to pay extra if the driver went extra quickly. The only thing that was in my mind, the whole journey, was the happy thought of meeting Zach again.
"Here you are," the driver said, pulling up outside my house. He held out a hand for the money and I shoved a roll of bills into his hands, before dashing into the house.
I was home again!
The hallway was dark and instantly I was suspicious. It was a tradition for us to leave the lights on when either one, or both, of us was at home. It was past midnight – surely he should be home by now! Perhaps Catherine found our home after all and she had taken Zach…
No, there was definitely a noise coming from somewhere above. On my guard, I crept cautiously up the stairs and across the landing, my hands in a ready fighting stance, ready for if anyone jumped out at me. The gun which I hid in my boots was now slotted into the space in my belt, prepared for if I had to use it on someone. The noise became louder as I neared the master bedroom, and suddenly, I realised what the noise was – the muffled sound of a girl moaning.
The door of the bedroom was open and I peered in, terrified of what I might see.
I had to force myself not to gasp.
There was Zach. But with him, or rather, underneath him, was a girl, who I soon recognised as Tina. Both were stark naked and they were having sex. From Tina's victorious expression, I could tell she was having the time of her pathetic, miserable life. But the worst thing was Zach's face. He looked like he was in heaven too. He looked happier than I had ever seen him before, with his sloppy smile that he usually reserved only for me.
My boyfriend was cheating on me.
How could he?! I trusted him with my whole heart and he's just ripped it into shreds. My whole life was dedicated to him. He was pretty much one of the only reason I woke up every morning to live. I might as well kill myself now he's not mine anymore. How long had he been cheating on me for? Was this the first time, or has he had sex with hundreds of other girls while I'm solving some major crime in another country?
Silently, I withdrew from the doorway and padded back down the stairs, tears spilling from my eyes. I let myself out of the house and started walking somewhere, anywhere… anywhere away from Zach. I knew my anger would come later, but for now, I was dejected. My heart had been crushed and left in the dust. My tears had been running down my face so the makeup (which I had put on especially for Zach) had smudged and each droplet that landed on the floor looked black. Not that it looked much different from everything else. All around me I saw grey. Everything looked so dull and saturated now that Zach wasn't there for me.
He wasn't there for me anymore.
He'd meant so much to me, but I guess I meant nothing to him. I thought we were perfect together. When we were together, we never had fights, only lame arguments that had us laughing or kissing a few moments later. What happened? What did I do wrong?
Then my anger washed over me, like I knew it would at some point. I thought about how he had used me. He pretended to love me, he said he would kill himself rather than hurt me. Then why wasn't he dead? He had insulted me, and if I hadn't come home early, I probably would never know of his betrayal.
I would go to the ends of the earth for him; I would go to the ends of the universe. But not anymore. Why should I keep quiet and put up with it? Why couldn't I confront him now? I sprinted back towards the house and up the stairs. I was making enough of a racket to alert him and Tina of my presence but I didn't care. I didn't want to hide. I wanted to fight until Zach was a pool of blood on the floor.
"Hi Zach," I said venomously, leaning against the doorway of 'our' bedroom and flipping the light switch. Tina was nowhere to be seen, but I should have expected that of them. Zach wouldn't want me to find out the truth.
"Um, hey Cammie!" he said nervously, faking a happy grin. "What are you doing here?"
"Busting you," I replied coldly. "Where's Tina?"
"I don't know," he almost bit his lip. "Do you need her?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Yes. I need her as proof that you've been cheating on me."
"I haven't!" he argued.
"Come on out, Tina!" I called loudly and Tina meekly grabbed her clothes and ran from the room, looking petrified of my face.
"Look, Tina and I weren't doing anything," he insisted.
I bristled with anger. "Don't lie to me, Goode!"
"I didn't!" he protested, but he received a sharp kick to the groin.
I screamed, "OH DON'T YOU TRY THAT INNOCENT VOICE ON ME, GOODE! I KNOW ALL YOUR LITTLE TRICKS! WE ARE OVER! DO YOU HEAR?! OVER!"
He looked shocked. "We're over… for real?"
I slid down the wall into a sitting position and tried to blink away my tears, but they rolled down my cheeks anyway. "Yes. I can't believe you did that to me, Zach. I trusted you, I believed you and I loved you, and this is what I get? Zach, I loved you and I still do, but I can't trust you anymore. I can't let you take advantage of me like that. I can't let you cheat on me and then just give in to you again the next day."
"Gallagher Girl," Zach said softly, shifting closer towards me, leaning down with a painfully cute expression. I wanted to forgive him so much. But then he draped an arm over my shoulder and it was too much. I quickly remembered how he'd hurt me. I flipped him so he was lying on his back, looking dazed. I stomped on his chest.
"Never touch me again," I threatened.
Then I walked away from him, though it hurt me so much.
[One month later]
Zach's POV
"Zach, where is she?" Bex asked me, before I could enquire as to why she was standing on my doorstep, dripping wet and looking frantic.
"Where's who?" I asked, chewing on a pizza.
Bex exclaimed, "Cammie, of course! Haven't you heard? She's missing!"
"Missing?!" I gasped. "Cammie's missing?!"
"Yes," Bex insisted, glaring at me, "and it's your fault, Zach."
"How is it my fault?" I asked defensively, although we both knew the answer to that. I feel so guilty about the whole thing. I had cheated on Cammie and I'd never forgive myself for it, even though I was drunk at the time. Being without Cammie was like being in the desert, all alone and without water; you're so thirsty you can't do anything and you start hallucinating that there's water all around you, but they're just mirages, they're not really there. I loved her so much that every time I saw her, or even imagined I saw her, it was like a dagger stabbing me through the chest. It was so painful to spend three hours visiting her when I went, watching her going through so much pain.
"She went missing yesterday," Bex repeated, ignoring my question. "She isn't at Gallagher, she isn't at any hotel in America and she definitely isn't in this house, right?"
"Not in this house," I agreed, before the whole situation actually started to sink in properly.
Cammie was gone. She was missing; she was who knows where in the world… She could be anywhere. She could even be rotting in one of Catherine's cells right now. The thought panicked me so much that I had to physically take deep breaths for a few moments, calming my heart rate.
"Liz has been crying non-stop for three hours. I never knew she had so many tears," Bex filled me in as we headed towards the CIA base, where they had the best equipment for us to search her with. "Macey is curled up in her bedroom, refusing to take any food or anything. The press are already onto her and they were standing outside her window. She yelled at them to fuck off. She probably doesn't even care that she'll be on the front page of every magazine for that tomorrow."
"What about you?" I asked hesitantly.
She sighs. "When I find that girl, I'm going to punch her face in until you won't even recognise it anymore. She swore she'd never leave us again and she broke her vow. I don't think I can ever trust her again because of that."
