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My clothes still smell like you,

And all the photographs say you're still young.

I pretend I'm not hurt,

And go about the world like I'm havin' fun

-Lana del Rey "Body Electric"

The plane was gliding through the night sky. I gazed out the window, blankly staring at the passing cities below. We had finally stopped flying over the endless Atlantic, and things were beginning to get more interesting. I was the only one in my seat on Macey's private jet. Everyone else was sitting on the couches or sleeping in one of the bedrooms. I could hear Bex talking to Zach and I turned my head ever so slightly to catch her laughing and resting her hand on her arm. I rolled my eyes at her shameless flirting. I returned my attention to the lights below.

To be honest, the only reason I was still awake was because I didn't really want to leave Bex alone with Zach. Also the flashbacks. Those were a pretty big deterrent as well. No matter how important it was for me to remember, it was an utterly terrifying experience. I wasn't entirely sure what was real and what was not.

But this, this location of my captivity, I was sure of. As we passed over the Alps, Bex's flirtatious tone brought me out of my thoughts. "So, Zach. We haven't really hung out since this summer." She looked over to me, but I refused to look anywhere but straight ahead. My face may as well of been made of stone. "We had such an amazing time this past summer. Seeing the world, laughing together, making memories." I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I almost stopped breathing when I realized what type of memories they could have been creating.

"Bex, don't make it sound like something it wasn't." Zach sounded disgusted as he snapped at her. Grant, who had joined me in our seats, swiveled his head to look back at them. He laughed at the sight. Bex was sitting there with an awful blush creeping up onto her cheeks, while Zach was stalking over to the seat next to Grant with a pissed expression on her face. Bex disappeared with her cheeks red and her head down. I missed the tear dripping down her cheek.

After murmuring to Grant, who was struggling stifling snorts, Zach turned his intense gaze to me.

"I spent the whole summer looking for you Gallahger Girl. I didn't know until now that was how she saw this past few months." That was all he said to me before becoming silent and tapping his long fingers as he glared out the window. Slowly, everyone else began to trickle out of the bedrooms and sat down as we prepared for our landing. No one noticed the tension as they did.


"We will find a place to stay until the morning when we will head over to the place where Cammie says she was kept. Does everyone understand?" Mr. Solomon's demanding voice captured everyone's attention. We all nodded our heads in understanding and remained silent as he drove us through a small town. Just on the outskirts, we found a small inn resting on the bottom of one of the mountains. We pulled up quickly and gathered our bags. Aunt Abby went in to talk to someone about getting a few empty rooms. No one spoke to me as we waited. I didn't like it.

"Okay, so there are only three open rooms. Each has a bunk-bed and one twin, making it three to a room. Umm… we adults will go together." I shifted uncomfortably on my feet. I knew I was the one she was having trouble with. She took a breath before continuing. "Macey, Liz, and Bex will go together and Zach, Grant, and Squirt will bunk." Nobody missed the glare my mother sent to her as she said this. However, no one objected to the arrangements.

The room wasn't very big, but it felt surprisingly clean. Somehow, our room had ended up on opposite ends of the inn from everyone else. The twin bed immediately caught my eye.

"I call twin bed!" I threw my bags onto the floor, took off my shoes, and flopped down on the plush bed.

"Dibs on bottom bunk!" Grant screamed like a little child. Zach and I looked at him in astonishment.

"Who the hell actually wants the bottom bunk?" asked Zach.

"A smart person who doesn't want to fall to their deaths in their sleep. Obviously." Neither of us could argue with him. It was decent logic. I hummed lightly under my breath as I searched through my bags for something to wear. I slapped my head as I realized I forgot to pack pajamas. All I could wear was underwear and a loose tank-top. I groaned in distress. Luckily neither of them were paying any attention to me. They were both absorbed in a conversation of their own.

I stopped for a moment and watched them. It was strange watching Zach interacting with another guy. I never pictured him joking around with his best friend. I decided I liked this Zach. This Zach didn't have the weight of the world on his shoulders'. For once he looked like your typical eighteen year old (albeit a ridiculously attractive one). I turned back to the task on hand and looked around the room, searching for a place to change. There was none.

"Oh screw it." I muttered before pulling down my jeans and whipping off my shirt. I couldn't help but notice both boys fall silent. I quickly bent down to grab the tank top and I tugged it over my head. It didn't really cover anything. I looked sternly at both of them. "Do not say a word." I climbed under the covers and shut my eyes.

"Damn."

"Zach, you are a lucky son of a gun."

"I know." My cheeks became slightly warms as he said this and I was suddenly grateful that my face was smothered in a pillow. Before long, they had both shut off the lights and climbed into their respective beds.

Try as I might, I couldn't sleep. The thoughts of what we would be ding tomorrow plagued my mind. I wasn't sure if I was ready to confront the place where I had spent my presumably tortured summer. There was only one person who could calm me down, and he happened to be 10 feet away and up a ladder. I contemplated whether or not I should go up there, but finally gave in.

I threw the sheets off of me and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. My bare feet hit the smooth wooden floors and I used my lean arms to push myself off of the bed. I cringed when the floorboards creaked under my weight. The cold rungs caused me to shiver as I began my ascent up to where Zach was sleeping. Every few seconds my eyes would land on Grant to make sure that he wasn't awake. When I finally reached Zach, I was greeted with his signature smirk.

"I couldn't sleep either." His smooth voice tickled my face. I didn't bother to wonder why he wasn't sleeping either.

"Is it okay if I join you then?"

He smiled at me and pulled me down against him before whispering in my ear, "Who would I be to reject?"

I don't know who started it, but soon our lips were pressed together and one hand rested on his chest. Zach deepened the kiss and our tongues began to explore each other's mouth. I looped one leg around his waist and his hands moved to mine. Suddenly, he flipped us over, never breaking from the kiss. The bed groaned slightly at the sudden shift, but we made no move to stop. As he trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone, I couldn't help moaning ever so slightly. Zach smirked at this and went right back to what he was doing. Things were getting more heated than ever before, and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to stop. I wasn't sure if I wanted to.

"I swear if you two are having sex above me, I will kill you. And I'd be good at it too" The sound of Grant caused us to break apart quickly. My cheeks blushed in embarrassment.

"We weren't," I weakly attempted to defend our dignity.

"But you were damn close to it." He shuddered in disgust. "Seriously, boundaries!" How Zach was able to sit there looking perfect and smirking while I wanted to go die in a hole was beyond me.

"Just go back to bed, Grant." Zach's deep voice sounded just a bit huskier than usual.

"Hell no. This is not happening again. If I see you guy's even look at each other, I will tell. I will not be subjected to the emotional trauma of my best-friend doing one of my other best-friends in the same bunk bed that I am in." A laugh escaped from my mouth and Grant just got out of his bed and looked at us sternly. "We might as well get dressed and head over to everyone else. It's almost morning anyways"


"How did everyone sleep last night?" Aunt Abby looked at us all with an eyebrow raised and a small smile gracing her lips. She was answered by a chorus of nods and "goods" until Grant decided to put in his own thoughts.

"Mine was great until I woke up to the bed above me creaking and a girl moaning really softly." I kicked the back of Grant's leg, but it didn't seem to affect him. Everyone was staring at me and Zach, and I shifted uncomfortably under their gazes.

"Whatever. Can we start planning please?" I pleaded.

"There isn't much to plan. I don't think they will be there. They wouldn't stay at a house they used." Mr. Solomon said.

"Yeah, but what if they have surveillance like they do in Berlin, Joe?" Zach questioned.

"Berlin is an exception." I think that I speak for everyone when I say that we all desperately wanted to know what Berlin is.

"So we just waltz in there?" Grant seemed doubtful that our current plan would work.

Aunt Abby sighed. "Yes. Let's just get this over with."

My mother was the next to speak. "That's final. Everyone into the cars." We scrambled out of the inn with all of our bags and grabbed a seat in the car.

Trees flashed by us along the side of the road. Snow pelted the window shield and was forcing us to be even more attentive to the road. I allowed the music that I was constantly fighting to overcome me. I swayed ever so slightly and hummed lightly under my breath. I could feel my sanity slipping through my fingers.

"Turn left up here." My voice didn't really sound like me as I directed Mr. Solomon up a dirt path. We were getting higher and higher up on the mountains. Eventually we reached the end of the road. Without a word I got out. I walked over to a few broken branches and touched my fingers against the rough bark. There was dried blood on them still.

My feet were on autopilot as I led our large group through the evergreen trees.

"She looks like her mother." "Better though. She'll be fun once Catherine gives in." I swallowed and stopped in place as this flashback hit me. What it was insinuating left me feeling like I was going to be sick.

"Are you okay, Cam?" Macey looked concerned as she took a step closer. I wasn't, so I didn't make any move to reply. Instead I continued on the path. The memories kept flooding back.

"Just give in Cameron. Tell us the names. And all of this will stop. It's so easy."

"It was a list of names. That's what they wanted."

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