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Chapter 4:

A few weeks passed, and Camille felt her life slowly getting back to normal. She was still plagued by nightmares, but Logan was there every night to comfort her when she woke up screaming.

He had moved himself in unintentionally. Knowing that Camille wasn't fully in her right mind to be alone, he had spent every night there in her apartment with her, but no one complained, or said anything. He even kept some clothes in some of her drawers so he could change there and not leave her alone for a long period of time.

News had spread throughout the Palm Woods within the first week, but no one was talking about it out of respect for Camille. Even Mr. Bitters didn't make any comments when Camille's mother announced that Camille wasn't leaving her apartment, and that she was going to send him a check every month to pay rent.

Logan was making his way through the Palm Woods lobby, whistling 'Nothing even matters' happily when he saw that familiar head of blond hair standing at Mr. Bitters' desk.

" What are you doing here?" Logan demanded grabbing Eric's arms and turning him around to face him. "and just what the HELL are you doing out of jail?"

Eric was very much the "pretty boy" Logan had nicknamed him. He had thick blond hair and bright blue eyes that put even James to shame. He was wearing tight black jeans, and a yellow turtle neck that showed his build underneath. The only flaw was the long scratch running down the right side of his face.

"I was supposed to go to jail?" Eric smirked. "Oh right, because that tramp tried to report me. Well you see, my dad got me out. That's the joy of law enforcement. "Pay offs."

Logan felt like he was punched in the gut, his vision blurred as rage started building within him. After everything he put Camille through he was STILL going to get away with it.

"Get out of here now Eric!" Logan growled.

"Or what, you and you're pathetic boy band are going to 'sing and dance' me to death?"

Logan clenched and unclenched his fists. They were attracting a crowed now, everyone watching and waiting for what was going to happen next. They knew what Eric did, and everyone was waiting for this showdown to happen, and they were betting money on Logan.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of." Logan said through clenched teeth.

Eric chuckled. "Well, well, well little Logan. No longer hiding behind your chumps. Let's see how long it takes for you to crack."

"You're not worth my time." Logan turned to walk away.

"You're just mad because I got Camille first!" Eric called. That caused Logan to freeze in his tracks and Eric smirked.

"When we first started dating, you were all she talked about, and I promised myself I'd erase you from her memory. But when I tried, she pushed me away, you see, my dad's the biggest movie producer in Hollywood, and any girl I want, I get. You should have heard her screams for help, her cries for me to stop, oh how she tried to fight me off. It just made me take her harder."

Logan couldn't help himself. He punched Eric straight in the jaw. Tackling him to the ground, and started beating him in the face with his fists.

But Eric over powered him and kneed him in the gut, causing Logan to stumble off of him, and fall on the ground. Eric then got up started kicking him in the ribs and stomach.

Eric was pulled off of him by James and Kendall while Carlos went to his side helping him to his feet. Logan wiped blood from his lip and tried to lunge and Eric again, but Carlos held him back. He wanted to beat Eric's pretty face in, he wanted to take out all the frustration that son of a bitch had put him and the woman he loved through.

"Logan calm down, he's not worth it, what would Camille think?" Carlos said in Logan's ear, and the mention of Camille's name calmed him down a bit.

"If I ever see you as much as look at her again, I WILL KILL YOU." Logan threatened.

"I think it's time for you to leave Mr. Ortega. NOW!" Mr. Bitters said from behind them. Kendall and James were still holding on to Eric, and helped escort him out.

Logan noticed the blood dripping from pretty boys nose and bottom lip, and smiled in satisfaction, then groaned as pain flared from his kicked ribs.

"Come on Logan, let's get you back to the apartment." Carlos helped Logan to the elevator and led half carried him, half dragged him into 2J.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Mama Knight demanded as Carlos helped a groaning Logan onto the couch.

"He kinda sorta got his butt kicked by Eric in the lobby." Carlos answered.

"Hey, I got a few good punches in!" Logan exclaimed, moaning again grabbing his side.

"Eric, isn't he supposed to be in jail?" Mama Knight asked getting Logan an ice pack from the freezer.

"His daddy bailed him out." Logan growled, he was so angry with himself and the law enforcement system.

"Where's Camille?" Logan asked looking around.

"She wasn't feeling good, so Jo and I made her go lie down. Don't worry Logan, Jo's with her." Mama Knight rolled her eyes and smiled, handing him the ice pack and he put it against his stomach.

"I think we should take you to the hospital, get those ribs checked out." she said as Logan winced as he laid back into the couch.

"No need, he didn't kick me that hard, I guess I'm just a wimp. Besides, I really don't want Camille to find out about this."

"Find out about what?" Camille asked from the doorway, she looked a little pale, and Logan shrank into the couch more to hide himself from view.

"What's going on here?" She looked to Carlos who was looking down at his feet, then at Logan who was nursing his side with an ice pack.

"Logan, what happened?" She rushed to his side and knelt in front of him, he still didn't look at her. His face was a red and little swollen. He also had a split lip.

"This is nothing. You should see what Eric looks like." Carlos gloated from his end of the couch.

"Eric?" Camille was starting to worry. Wasn't he supposed to be in jail.

"She's going to find out sooner or later Logan." Mama Knight warned. "It's easier to just tell her now."

Camille was looking from Logan to Mama Knight to Logan again, who slowly got up from the couch and sat her down instead.

"Okay fine-"

"Dude you should have seen him. Logan was pounding on 'pretty boy' pretty hard in the lobby. Well until Eric then started kicking the crap out of Logan." James said as him and Kendall walked into the apartment.

Everyone got quiet, and the stares went from Logan to James. "Um… Oops?" He said and hid behind Kendall.

"Okay, SOMEONE needs to start explaining." Camille said.

"Okay, Camille, before you get upset, it wasn't Logan's fault. You know how stubborn and bullheaded he is-"

"Not you Carlos!" Camille glared at the Latino boy, who yelped and ran to hide behind Kendall as well. "Well you said 'someone.'"

Everyone was looking at Logan again, he had no way out of this one.

"Camille, I'm sorry, but Eric's not in jail. His dad bailed him out." He felt horrible having to tell this to her. "He started saying things to push my buttons. I know I shouldn't have let him get to me, but like Carlos said I'm stubborn."

"Who threw the first punch?" She asked quietly.

"That matters?"

"Yes, very much so, my mom's a lawyer, I know a thing or two about law enforcement, and if you threw the first punch, well that's assault!"

"And you're worried about that? Not the fact that your rapist had a 'get out of jail free card?" Logan asked, he saw her wince when he said 'rapist.' He knew he shouldn't be mad at Camille, she was just looking out for him, but he was still angry and reeling over what Eric was telling him.

"Somehow I knew that was going to happen Logan, it usually does, now you get hurt, and possibly get yourself in a lot of trouble for something that's not even worth it. See? That's why I didn't want to get you guys evolved in this. What if he presses charges?" Camille stood in front of Logan glaring at him. Logan glared back. And everyone stood watched ready if they needed to step in, but let them work it out themselves. No one knew what to say.

Suddenly before anyone could react, Logan pulled Camille to him and kissed her. A voice in his head told him it was a bad idea, that she was just taken advantage of, he shouldn't be kissing her, but he had to. He had a point to get across.

As quickly as he pulled her to him, he pulled apart, looking right at her. "Now you listen to me Camille, don't ever let me hear you say that you are not worth it. I love you. Yeah that's right, I do. Eric was gloating over taking advantage of you, how he enjoyed you fighting him off, and I snapped. Okay?"

He pulled her to him and she cried against his chest. She was sobbing something about how she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. And Logan chuckled.

"Hey, I know a thing or two about Law enforcement too, and I know for a fact that 'pretty boy' is not going to do anything about he beating his pretty face in. Not with all the skeletons in his closet."

"Eric has skeletons in his closet!" Carlos shrieked, and Kendall smacked the back of his head with a roll of his eyes.

"It's an expression, Carlos." James said chuckling.

But Camille still wasn't convinced. She didn't know she was over reacting, she was just scared, and mad at the fact that the nightmare she thought was over wasn't.

"Hey if it makes you feel any better Camille, Logan can ask your mom to represent him." Jo suggested, and everyone could have sworn they seen the light bulb appear over Logan's head.

"Jo's a genius!" He said.

Kendall had that proud look on his face. "I know she is, isn't she?"

"Okay, thanks for the complement, but why?"

"Because, yes she can represent me, fine. But what if there's a way to bypass 'daddy's money' and put Eric behind bars where he belongs."

"Can she do that?" James asked Camille who shrugged, whipping her damp eyes.

"Probably, we can call her and see what she can do. Can't hurt."

"Well what are you waiting for, call her now." Carlos urged. And Camille pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.

She explained everything to her mother, who, for the first time ever, picked up her phone. She smiled when her mother explained that Logan had nothing to worry about beating Eric up, something about 'probable cause' and witness testimonies. Something that Camille didn't really pay attention to.

"See? Nothing to worry about." Logan smiled, and Camille rolled her eyes.

"I can see what to do about Eric though, if he's had a history of assault then putting him in for good would be no problem. But Camille honey, it's a long and grueling process. Are you sure you want to put yourself through that? We're talking court dates, testifying. It could take months to a year before we make any progress."

Camille looked at Logan who was still nursing his side, to everyone else who was looking at her waiting for an explanation.

"Yeah mom, I'm sure." She said, she felt better just saying it. That all this was going to finally be put behind her. She just needed to hold on for another couple months to a year.

Her mother said she'll start looking into it as soon as possible and disconnected the line. Before she even flipped her phone closed, Logan pulled her into a comforting embrace. And rested his head on top of hers.

"Okay, I think I need to lie down. This is way to much drama for my complexion." James announced and made his way to his room.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Camille pulled out of Logan's embrace and ran to the bathroom. With all the turmoil and stress she had been feeling that day all came up as she leaned over the toilet seat.

Logan had followed her, worriedly holding her hair back as she vomited twice and lied next to the toilet. He winced as he picked her up, his ribs screaming in pain that he ignored, and carried her to the couch.

"I'm tired Logan." She said. And Logan ran his fingers through her hair.

"Then rest okay, we'll see what more we can do tomorrow."

"Don't ever do that again Logan. I'm not worth it."

Logan was going to remind her that he told her not to let him hear her say that again, but she was already asleep.

Her cell rang from the counter, and Kendall picked it up after seeing that it was Camille's mom. He handed the phone to Logan who answered.

"Well we got what we need to convict him, but you are not going to like it." Nancy Gillespie said looking over the files that she had spent the last hour reading.

Whelps. Eric got away with it. For now. He also got a Logan flavored ass kicking too! Heehee. Things are heating up! Thanks for the reviews, they're great I love you all! Hope you all enjoyed the Logan flavored ass kicking as much as I did. ^_^