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It's amazing the things that people choose not see. The things they ignore just to make everything seem perfect. The things people would do for an illusion of a happy ending.

Flashback:

The joy of graduation filled the air, creating a care free atmosphere. The Grand Hall was roaring with laughter and chit-chat, the noise deafening me. While Zach was taking to Townsend (in what looked like the most awkward conversation ever) I quickly escaped to catch some air.

The adrenaline was slowly dying down inside of me. I no longer felt light-headed. In fact, the weight of the world was once again returning to rest on my thin shoulders.

All of a sudden, I needed to say good bye. I needed to visit every single passage way to bid them farewell. This turned out to be a choice that I would both be forever grateful for and regret immensely. How was I supposed to know what would happen next?

I had saved the passageway I almost never used. It led to my Mom's room and allowed me to see and hear everything without being seen or heard myself. For many reasons, including respect for my mother's privacy, I had used it so rarely that there was a thick layer of dust and cobwebs surrounding me as I bent down.

What I heard next changed my life forever.

"Rachel, what did you do?" Mr. Solomon asked apprehensively. I silently moved to get a better view. His blue eyes were cold and his face masked. No emotions were visible from him. My mother immediately straightened her back and stared him down.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You know exactly what I mean." He replied.

"Joe, baby, I have no idea. Please tell me what I did." I cringed as she called him baby. I had grown accustomed to the things they did, but for whatever reason it bothered me in that moment. He sighed and ran his hands through his greying hair.

"Rachel. I heard things. Things that you told them." His expression was pained. He subconsciously took a slight step back from my mother. My gut was telling me to run, to never look back. I wish I did. I wish that I listened to my gut rather than the instinct that was drilled into me.

My mother also took a step back. Her hazel eyes widened, but just as quickly they narrowed.

"Joe, how the hell did you hear things? I thought you said you would never get involved with them again. Did you break your promise to me? How could you?" Hurt laced her voice, but even I could tell it was fake.

"Don't you dare turn this on me. That is complete bull-shit Rachel. I know for a fact that you sold Cammie's whereabouts and secrets to the Circle multiple times." My heart stopped for a minute, I think. I was grasping for a breath that was eluding me. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. My head hurt and I felt incredibly dizzy. I had to lean against the stone wall to keep myself from collapsing.

She was silent as Joe continued. "You practically sold your daughter's life for money. Money, Rachel. You are disgusting." He spit the last words at her before turning on his heel towards the door. "By the way, if you couldn't tell, our engagement is off." Lose were the last words I ever heard from Joe Solomon before the wooden door slammed.

My mother's eyes trailed to where he was just standing before she threw the picture on her desk at the wall. Shattering the pieces of glass everywhere. Just like me.

Flashback complete

"Cam, babe, Gallagher Girl. Snap out of it. We're back." Zach said next to me. Our car was shut off and our bags were already in our apartment. I shook my head slightly before giving him a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. Must've been really tired." He smirked in response and led me to the elevator.

"Those were a great two weeks, but I am ready to sleep in our own bed." He said, leaning back on the wall of the elevator. I leaned into him and grabbed his hand.

"Agreed. Traveling is fun, but so is actually sleeping."

"You better not be sleeping all night, because that would suck." Zach mumbled under his breath. I could barely hear him. I rolled my eyes and decided to let that one comment slide.

This time, Zach raised his voice so that it was clearly audible. "Are you excited to see your Mom? We haven't seen her in ages." I froze. I under no circumstance wanted to see her again.

"Umm, about that. Do you think we could put that off for a bit? Like maybe forever?" I quietly asked. He stiffened and pulled away.

"Why?"

"I just really don't want to see her."

"Cammie, that is ridiculous. She is your mother. Be happy you have a mother to see." I immediately felt awful. He never had a mother or father he actually wanted to see. Or that wanted to see him. His eyes became cloudy. I knew he was pissed at me.

"No, Zach. My mother is not a good person. Not anymore." He looked at me incredulously before stalking off the elevator and into our apartment room.

"Is your mom a terrorist? Huh? No? Then visit her. I am sure she wants to see you, and it would be a bitch move to not talk to her." He shouted at me. My cheeks heated up and my eyes stung. We had fought before, but nothing as big as this.

"Zach, she sold my secrets and locations to the fucking Circle! Joe said it himself before he was killed! She sold my life for money all through high school! So no, I never want to see her again." I shouted just as loudly back. His features immediately relaxed and I didn't know I was crying until he wiped the tears off my face.

"Tell me everything. Now." He kissed my lips lightly before pulling me into his lap as I told him everything that had happened that fateful night.

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