Here's chapter 9! I'm not completely satisfied with it, but I had to write it on a short notice, so ya.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher Girls.

I quickly composed myself and walked towards her even though my body wanted to turn around and run as fast as I could in the other direction.

"Ms. Goode, I don't know whether or not you're looking for recruitments, but I would like to join the COC." I said.

Hey! It was the best I could come up with! I mean how else am I supposed to say it?

"Oh, Cammie! You've grown so much! Oh, you cut your hair. I personally thought you looked prettier with long hair. Come on Cammie dear, we've got some catching up to do." She said smiling.

"And why are you hiding your lovely blue eyes behind contacts?"

Adrenaline filled my body telling me to run, but I over came it. I was a Gallagher Girl after all.

"I don't know what you're talking about. My name is Melissa." I said looking confused.

She just sighed and said, "Well, if that's how you want to play the game..." She snapped her fingers and the two large men behind her, came up and grabbed my hands. Before I could do anything else, darkness pervaded as they pressed my pressure point.

I slowly opened my eyes and stretched. I looked around at my surroundings and froze as everything that happened yesterday rushed in. I quickly took note of every aspect in the room. It was bare, like completely bare as in nothing but the bright white walls and floor was in the room. Wait, I noticed a small black box with a red light in the top corner of the room. A camera. Suddenly, a man opened the door and walked in shutting it behind him.

"So, you're finally awake are you you slut." He said. I just kept silent staring at the wall in front of me. He walked over and slapped me hard across the face. He screamed a question at my face, but I wasn't listening so I just shrugged. He punched me hard on my shoulder. I bit my toungue to stop myself from screaming but god that hurt BAD! He just dislocated my shoulder!

"Answer me!" He screamed. I looked at his face and spit in his face. It was probably stupid but I really wasn't in a good mood then.

"You will pay for that you b**** " (A/N I don't like cussing =o)

And he started punching me and kicking me everywhere he could. I didn't scream. As much as I wanted to, I didn't because I knew, he would just hurt me more. When he left, I had at least two broken bones, a dislocated shoulder, and a nasty cut on my lip, and bruises everywhere. I had had worse, so it didn't bother me much. I just curled up in a corner and tried to sleep. When I woke up, I was looking at the face of Cassandra Goode.

"Oh, sorry sweety, I didn't mean to wake you up."She smiled. And the torture began. She pulled out hammer and started hitting me. She cut me, bruised me, broke my bones, but I didn't say a word. Suddenly, I felt something cold and hard collide with my head and I fainted. It went on like that most days. She would come in and abuse me mentally and physically for hours on end until I fainted. I tried not to scream at first, but it began to get harder as the days passed when she would hurt my already hurt body. The torture continued for months like that. She would have doctors come in and fix my bones and treat my wounds, and then she would reopen cuts and re-break my bones.

It was horrible. But the worst part was that my friends weren't there for me. And Zach. I missed him so much, it hurt almost as much as the other wounds. I dreamed about him and Bex and Macey and Liz and Grant and Jonas and my mom and Mr. Solomon, and Abby, and, well the list goes on. I started to lose track of how many days passed after three months. And then one day, everything changed. I was in my cell sleeping, covered in blood and grime and scars. It hurt like crazy to even move. There were cuts and gashes and bruises everywhere. My hair was gross and matted with dirt. My clothes were torn but I hid my pain. I still hadn't answered any of their questions. Suddenly Cassandra walked in. I didn't notice that there was someone else with her.

"Ugh, why are you here?" I said waking up. She would just hurt me more if I slept while she was torturing me. I looked up and gasped. There was someone standing behind her, someone with green eyes exactly like Cassandra's.

"Zach"

He wasn't looking at me. I could tell he was avoiding my gaze. At first, I was relieved. I thought he had come here to save me, but realization slowly seeped in. He never loved me. He hated me. I wasn't Cammie to him. I was "The Subject".

"Cammie, I was going to introduce you to my son, but I just remembered, you two have met before right?" Cassandra said in a sickly sweet voice.

I didn't answer. I just stared at Zach.

Cassandra walked over and punched me. I could taste blood in my mouth but I didn't scream or anything.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" She screamed. I was still looking at Zach. He hadn't even flinched when his mom hit me. He finally turned and looked at me. And of all the things they did to me here during these past few moths, Zach's eyes scared me the most. Because they were hard and cold. Emotionless. And all my fears were confirmed.

Zach never loved me. But I still loved him.

Cliche, I know. Tell me what you guys think! Love it? Hate it? Review! Thanx to everyone who reviews! It means a lot and I love reading them! =)

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