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Fuck, I made him mad.

Fear instantly overtook my emotions. I didn't know what to expect, all I knew was that whatever was about to happen… couldn't be good.

He stood up from where he had been sitting beside me and bent down so that I could feel his warm breath on my ear. "If you know what's good for you, you better start eating." His voice was calm, too calm and barely above a whisper compared to how it had been just moments before.

Everyone else at the table had aimlessly ignored us and carried on as if we weren't even in the same room. My hands shook as I picked up my sandwich. I took a small bite and chewed it forcibly. I knew that it was going to come right back up; hence the reason why I didn't eat in the first place. I had to force the mushed up food down my throat, it made my hands clammy. Once I swallowed, Zach spoke, he had been watching me intently as I ate from the seat next to me (umm… stalker much? Then again, he did kidnap me so… Focus Cammie, focus) so basically Zach said, "See? That didn't hurt you know did it? Things would be so much easier if you just listened to me."

Ironically enough, as soon as he said that, the food I had been struggling to keep down flew out of my mouth and into… Zach's lap. A hand flew to my mouth and I watched with wide eyes as Zach stood up looking at his pants in pure shock. I couldn't help it, the look on Zach's face was priceless, and he was just… staring at his lap. I honestly couldn't help it, I giggled. I covered my mouth again as everyone's eyes fell on me. The whole room seemed to fall into a weird trance; all of us were frozen, just contemplating who would make the next move.

Zach was the one to break the trance; I think he realized that he was just standing there with my throw-up all over his pants. He walked to up to the doorway before turning back, grabbing my wrist in his large hand, and turning back around. When his hands touched my arm, I felt a jolt of electricity… but that was just fear- right? Ugh Cammie, you need to pay more attention to your surroundings! I was so lost in my own little 'Cammie World' that I didn't even notice that he lead me down a long corridor that was anything but familiar. We walked until we were at a large mahogany door. He opened it and led me inside. Once he had locked the door with a key from the inside, he went over to a door and shut it behind him; leaving me standing there, alone and confused.

I think maybe ten or fifteen minutes passed and I still stood there, extremely confused. He came out of what I assumed was a bathroom in just a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips. It's not like I was staring or anything (Okay, maybe I was but you have NO evidence! None! You can't prove anything!) But… he had a nice six pack going on.

He coughed and I directed my eyes up to his face. There was a slight smirk playing at his lips and I knew he had caught me staring… But okay, let's be honest, he looks like a freaking Calvin Klein model! What is wrong with me? He K. I. D. N. A. P. E. D. You Cammie! You should think he is a monster! Not a Calvin Klein model! I'm going bezerk.

He stared at me intently (I have a feeling he likes to do that…), we had this silent game going… At least in my eyes. He finally broke eye contact and cleared his throat. "You should go shower. After that we can talk about some rules." Rules? What was I, a dog? I haven't had any rules set for me since my mom… "You'll find a towel in the cabinet." My train of thought was thankfully interrupted before I could dwell on… my past.

I walked into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I had huge bags under my eyes, my hair was very knotty, there was a bandage wrapped around my head, my skin looked yellow instead of its usual tan… Yeah, I had seen brighter days before. I slowly unraveled the bandage from my head and winced slightly as I looked at the wound on my forehead. When I fainted I must have fallen forward instead of backward. I stripped off the clothes I was wearing and turned on the shower to the hottest setting. The scorching water instantly relaxed my muscles. I washed my body and hair with whatever I could find which sadly was only men's soap. It was kind of hard washing my face because of the wound but I managed.

Once I finished I wrapped a fluffy towel securely around my body and it was only then that I realized that I had no clothes to change in to. At least not any clothes that was mine. I'm not sure why this had such an effect on me, but it did. I slid down the wall with my back to the wall as tears escaped my eyes. Tears turned into sobs and sobs turned into strangled noises coming from the back of my throat. I just sat there on the floor crying pathetically with my head in my hands. My head and my heart ached and I just wanted to be comforted. I didn't even hear the door open. I didn't notice anyone walk towards me. What I did notice was that suddenly I was being pulled into someone's arms, being whispered sweet nothings and someone playing with my hair. I just leaned in further and cried my eyes out. I knew it was wrong, but the way Zach was comforting me made my heart flutter, it almost made me forget that he was the reason I was an emotional wreck.

Almost.

Woah… So yeah, Cammie is a bit bi-polar, Zach has anger issues… and you shall learn more later… Okay this does not pertain to the story in anyway but my friend and I have been arguing for the past week about this… In England or the UK, the word fringe means bangs right? Please tell me I'm right haha… So yeah if you're a brit, please go ahead and answer:) Review! IF you have any ideas you want me to incorporate go ahead and tell me!

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