AN: I don't own anything except the characters that I create.

Camille's POV:

Ok so where should I start? I asked myself. I'd never actually planned to tell anybody.

"Well?" asked James. He had no idea what he and the others have signed themselves up to hear.

"So what if I told you that I have been lying to you all ever since I met you?" A simultaneous gasp was heard around the room.

"H-how is that possible? I spend practically every moment with you?" asked Logan.

"I didn't want to remember- I wanted to forget all the pain and torture that I once went through."

"How bad could it be?" asked Carlos. I'm breaking one of the things that I admire about Carlos- his childhood innocence. That thought brings tears to my eyes but I don't let them fall. I have to be strong if not for myself but for the others.

"You have no idea, Carlos," I retort.

After taking in a deep breath, I realize I can't put this off anymore. I seat myself in between all my friends hoping they'll give me the courage to tell them.

"It all started when I was only eight. Our mom left us without any warning. We just woke up one day and she was gone. For few days after that, my dad was still acting like our dad. Then one night he came back in a drunken rage. He said I looked too much like mom. He hit me that night, but I just figured he had to get his anger out. I know it was so stupid of me but it didn't happen for the next few days."

"What do you mean by 'our'?" asked Steph.

"My baby brother, Ethan. He was only four at the time. I protected him. I would take every hit if it meant that Ethan would be alright. One night, our dad wasn't home. I was trying to escape but let Ethan go first. Ethan, he escaped but I didn't. I got beat terribly that night but I didn't care as long as Ethan was okay. I haven't seen him in all these years but I hope that wherever he is, he's okay."

I close my eyes, take in a deep breath and look around. Their expressions were shocked and concerned but I had to continue.

"A few days later after the incident, he came with a beer bottle in hand. He smashed it on my head and shattered glass cut my body. I was never allowed to go out so hiding the injuries was never a problem."

"H-how b-bad was it?" asked Kendall.

I chuckled. That wasn't even the beginning.

"It just got worse from there. He beat me everyday, he didn't even have to be drunk, he just took his anger out on me- beat me until I couldn't move." Someone in the room choked on a sob. I didn't bother to look up because if I did I wouldn't be able to bear it.

"There were days he would tie me up and push me into a closet. Sometimes he would forget about me for days. I was terrified at first but I later realized that it was better than being beat."

I look up to see the effect I had. Jo and Stephanie were in their respective boyfriends' arms stifling sobs and James had a firm grip on Logan's arm obviously choked up. I made my way to Logan, sat myself down in his lap, and buried my face in the crook of his neck. I breathed in his scent to remind myself where I was- in my boyfriend's arms. He began to rock me in his arms while humming the tune to "Nothing Even Matters".

"H- he u-used to whip me, call me names, punch me, slap me- everything you can think of. He didn't give me food- just water once a day but after a while even that stopped. It was up to me to find something to eat or drink. Before my injuries could heal- more were created. I wasn't even his daughter- I was his human punching bag."

No one could take it anymore, everyone, even I burst into tears and gave a hug to everyone. But I wasn't done.

"One day, it was really bad. I don't know who called the police but I was so grateful. I heard sirens along with his yells. I remember waking up in a hospital and them telling me I was in a coma for two months. They didn't even know how I survived with all my injuries and lack of nutrition."

"H- how long did it go on for?" James asks.

"Three and a half years," I whisper so low everyone barely heard me.

"I'm sorry what?" I know he heard me so I ignore his question and continue.

"My injuries- they were so bad. I would wake up everyday in excruciating pain but it was better than being beat."

"How badly were you hurt?" questioned Jo quietly.

"I- I had five broken ribs, bruises and cuts on every inch of my body, large gashes down my legs and back, and a broken hand as well as a broken foot."

I look around to witness the pain that I've caused them and whisper, "I'm so sorry."

"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault," Logan whispers while cradling me in his arms.

"Yeah, I know it was hard for you, but we're here," Jo comforts me.

"What happened after that?"

"Then, I was sent from foster home to foster home. It was terrible. At school, I was bullied because of my scars and at home I was pitied. I didn't fit in anywhere. That is until one of the policeman who saved me decided to adopt me. He and his wife wanted a child and I was actually grateful to be there. I made friends at school and at home I was fit in, was loved."

"At age fifteen, I decided that I wanted to be an actor. I figured if I was so great at hiding my emotions, why not?" I smile, tears still streaming down my face reflecting on my decision.

Logan's POV:

I can't believe it. For the two years that I've known her, Camille has been hiding so many dark secrets. Abuse, bullying, abandonment and so much more. How could someone do that to an eight year old girl? My beautiful girlfriend had been through so much but even I knew there was more than she let on.

"There's more isn't there?" I ask.

"He- he called me today," she whispers with her head down, "he told me that I can't hide from him anymore- that he escaped from prison."

My heart stops. Someone- no a monster is after my sweet girlfriend? I needed to protect her. She was my everything. There was no me without her- I couldn't survive without her. I loved her. For the first time in years she allows herself to break down and I was more than ready to catch her.

I wasn't going to leave her side- not for a minute. If I were the one who went through this, I know for sure that I wouldn't be as strong as she was. I was going to make this better for Cami by reuniting her with a loved one, Ethan. She deserved it- I knew she missed him even though she didn't let us know verbally.

Gosh I loved her so much.

That night all of us slept together, so close with no space to separate us. It was a way for us to tell Cami that we were there for her no matter what.

AN: Terrible, terrible chapter. I did my best to show everyone's feelings and to retell her story but I'm not satisfied with this chapter. I worked for hours on this but don't know how to make it better. I may come back and edit this story and PM/review to tell me how to make this chapter better. Thank you to poeticjustice13 for voting on my poll and helping me throughout this story.

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