Kinda depressing, this chapter…

Zach

I watched the shore until I couldn't see it anymore. It was so…hard to keep my emotions in check. Maybe Cammie had broken down my walls more than I ever knew. But if I wanted to live at least a few more days, I was going to have to put on my mask. I glanced at the two goons next to me. Then I looked down at my green shirt. Thoughts of Cammie filled my head.

I think I'll stay quiet for a little bit longer.

***

Cammie

"Cam, you gotta eat something."

I didn't answer.

"Eat, or I'll force feed it to you."

"Shut up, Daniels, can't you see she's in a delicate state?"

"No, YOU shut up. She's going to have to eat something, and if force-feeding is what it takes, I'll do it."

"Oh, just get out, you're no help."

I closed my eyes and pulled the covers over my head.

"See? She says you're loud and crazy!"

"Me, loud? You're the psycho woman going all blah blah blah—"

"SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP!!!"

Silence. I really do love Bex.

I closed my eyes, and willed the tears not to fall. I had been crying so much these past days, I was wondering if I was really still Cameron Morgan. I was a spy, I needed to control myself. I debated getting up and getting on with my life. I promptly turned that idea down and succumbed myself to the pain. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to sleep.

Unconsciousness was the best painkiller.

***

Zach

Once we got some way out into the ocean, I was able to shut my feeling up.

We were approaching a large, white yacht, gleaming brightly in the sunlight. It had the words Viper's Venom engraved in green-gold on the side. On the deck, there were some other people. I raised my eyebrows. Did they really need this many people to get me to where they wanted?

The two goons nudged me towards the ladder.

"Nice boat you have," I said, smirking, and the leader smirked back.

The goons pushed me harder.

"Hey, hey. No need to get all excited about me getting on your boat!" I exclaimed, my cockiness coming back, and the goons looked confused. Idiots. I climbed up the silver ladder to the front deck. It would have been nice if it wasn't their boat. The goons roughly grabbed my arms and I pulled back, annoyed.

"Let me enjoy the view first. And I have legs, if you didn't notice," I said. The leader scrutinized me and I took my sweet time following them into the office or whatever it's called. They led me to this small room wit nothing but a bed. I smirked and told them,

"It's too small. Have some hospitality for your guest!"

My cockiness seemed to please the leader. He snapped his fingers and said,

"Find a nice room for our…permanent…guest," he said, and I could hear the threat in the cordialness.

I was led to another room, this time one like you see in a 5 star hotel. I plopped down on the couch like I owned the place and said,

"This'll do, I guess."

"Enjoy your stay."

"Oh, I'm sure I will."

The men left, while locking the door very obviously.

The minute they were out, I sighed and slumped against the pillows.

Because my masks were just that,

An act.

***

Cammie

The next few days were absolutely horrible. It might be cliché, and people would say I'm too young to know love, but without Zach, I feel empty. It's like he had been holding my heart, and when he left, he took it with him. I didn't feel like doing anything. My friends were very worried. Both for me and Zach. I hadn't told them exactly what had happened; just that we had a fight and Zach left. I told them not to go looking for him.

The feelings came in stages. First, numbness. I couldn't believe anything had happened; I was in a frozen state. Next, horror. Horror that it really had happened, and it wasn't a dream. Then, hurt. I felt wrenching pain in my chest, like the world was falling down. Then, anger. Anger that he lied, that he left me. Then denial. I didn't want to admit that he had left, that he really didn't love me anymore. And now, just hollowness. I felt like I was falling apart at the seams.

But no matter how much I wanted to say I was so over him, that he was a heartless jerk, and just forget about him, I couldn't.

Because I love him.

And nothing will change that.

***

Zach

There was nothing to do on the boat. Some guys brought me food to eat and water to drink, but most of the time, I was alone in the room, locked up. I could have escaped if I wanted to, but I knew they would find me again. And they might use Cammie. I cringed. I had been distracting myself, trying not to think about her. I had been looking at the designs on the bed sheets, finding little shapes in the ceiling, trying to guess where we were going. But it was pretty much hopeless. When I looked at the bed sheets, I remembered that night I climbed in and slept with her, in the literal way(the non-dirty way). When I looked at the ceilings for shapes, I saw her face. When I tried to guess where we were going, I could only wish I was going to see Cammie.

I let the memories take over. The first time I saw her, at the mall. She had intrigued me from the beginning. The first time I talked to her, in the elevator. I had been interested in her; I was serious when I offered her M&Ms. She had been so cute then, thinking I was a normal boy. I snorted. Then I remembered our "date" where she had tried to honeypot me. I was serious about the date, I really liked her. Hah, it was such a good feeling when I saw Jimmy's face when I was holding her hand in town. Priceless. Then when I tried to protect her by wearing that ridiculous crazy eyebrows cover outfit. I felt ridiculous, but it was worth it to see her in that little black dress. I bet she didn't know what she did to me in that little collapsible bed. Then, the night Abby was shot. I was so worried for her. I guess I was always worried for Cammie. But she could take care of herself, right?

I had to count on Bex, Macey, Karl, Grant, Jonas and Liz for her safety now.

Well, I better leave out Grant.

***

I fell asleep on the comfy bed, and woke up from a very vivid dream about my Gallagher Girl. In the dream, we were in this meadow, and I was running from her, smiling. She was chasing after me, always being just a bit too far to reach me. I woke up just when her hand was about to grab mine…

I wiped my mouth, I was drooling. Gross. I looked in the mirror and smirked at myself. My hair was still perfect! Then my smile fell. I was smirking, but my reflection seemed wrong.

Like it knew that my smile was a lie to myself.

I fixed myself up and wondered what I should do to distract myself, when there was a sound from the door. The lock turned and the dude came in. He smiled at me, and said,

"We have arrived at our destination, Zachary."

I nodded curtly and followed him outside.

When the fresh air hit my face, I raise my eyebrows.

We were in New Zealand.

***

Cammie

My tears had stopped now. There was just a never-ending ache in my chest. I didn't have a clue what to do with myself now. But I think I can pull myself together. I have to. That's what he would have wanted. I sighed and grabbed my eye droplets(my eyes were very sore), but I dropped it and it rolled under the bed. I scowled and reached got out from the covers to retrieve it. I stuck my hand under the bed and moved it from side to side.

A rough material brushed against my fingers. I brought it out and looked at it with tired eyes. Then I gasped.

And my head went into a whirlwind of thought.

Ooh, what could it be? It's pretty obvious, though, LOL

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