A/N: I'm back! I updated In the Beginning. I'm updating this today. I've been told that my writing's not rusty, so let's give this story a shot now.

Disclaimer: I still own nothing.

No Way Out

I had just got done getting a couple of mug shots taken, and getting fingerprinted. I now had black ink on the pads of my fingers. They wouldn't even let me wash my hands, which were once again, cuffed behind my back. So I sat there in an uncomfortable chair at the police station while I waited to see what they were going to do with me.

I was extremely tired. Up until this point, I had only been able to doze off for short periods of time. I hadn't really been able to get a decent amount of sleep so far. That alone made me a bit cranky.

I was ashamed. Here I was with my arms handcuffed behind my back in a police station! For a crime I didn't even commit. What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty? This would go on my permanent record. What would my friends think? What would my father think? A shiver coursed through my body at the mere thought of that.

I was numb. At least my leg was. I couldn't really feel it at all anymore. I would occasionally look at it just to make sure that it was still there, which it was. But more than physically numb, I was emotionally numb. I was so spent that I just didn't want to feel anything anymore. I had endured more in the past how long has it even been? 11 hours? 12 hours? Than most people have to endure in their lifetime.

I took some comfort in the fact that the officer who arrested me was getting chewed out by the police chief for not following proper protocol. I clearly had a gunshot wound on my leg, and as such, I should have been taken to the hospital for treatment first. In addition to that, he was being chewed out because the police chief was there at the bank; he knew that I not only matched the description of the hostage, I was the hostage. It was a horrible thought, but I secretly hoped the officer who arrested me lost his job for his stupidity and negligence.

"Camille!" a voice cried out.

I turned my head towards the origin of the voice and saw my father enter the police station. He was certainly a sight for sore eyes. For the first time in a long time, my heart swelled with joy; it was so good to see him! He ran over to me and wrapped his arms around me in an embrace.

"Why does my daughter have handcuffs on her?" my father demanded as soon as he realized why I wasn't hugging him back.

"My apologies, sir. It was a mistake, but your daughter is free to go now. I'd advise you to take her to the Emergency Room though to get her leg checked out," the police chief said as he used his handcuff key to free me.

My father had a few choice words that he muttered unintelligibly under his breath as he led the way towards the door. Before we got there though, the door opened, and in walked Kendall, James, Carlos, and Jo.

I wasted no time storming over to Jo, and slapping her hard across her face. Nobody, least of all Jo, saw that coming from me. My father held me back as I squirmed in his grasp. I hadn't even gotten started yet.

"This is all your fault! Logan's dead because of you! If you hadn't called me, he would still be alive! Because of your call, he lied to protect me. Because he lied, he got shot. Because he got shot, he died! I'll never forgive you for this, Jo!" I screamed.

Kendall grabbed his girlfriend firmly by the shoulders. She had tears streaming down her face.

"I'm so sorry, Camille. I never meant for any of this to happen. I was just worried about you…" Jo responded, shaken.

"Worried about me? Logan died because of your worry! Do you not understand that?"

"Camille, that's enough. This wasn't Jo's fault," Kendall said calmly.

I scoffed.

"Of course you'd say that," I muttered under my breath. "You're her boyfriend."

"That's right, which is why I'm not going to stand by and let you pin this on her," Kendall replied.

I turned towards Jo. I held her gaze in mine for the most fleeting of moments before she cowered from my gaze. She wasn't the only one crying; I was too. Only I was too worked up, I was too angry at Jo to be sad right now.

"I'm done with you! Our friendship is over! I never want to see your face again!" I exclaimed before turning towards Kendall. "As for you, if you're going to defend her after what she did, then I want you gone too!"

"Camille, please don't do this," Jo begged.

"Get out."

"Camille, I…"

"Get out!"

Kendall had a look of sheer disbelief on his face probably because he couldn't believe that I was talking to him and Jo like I was. Well frankly, I couldn't believe that he was taking Jo's side when she was the reason Logan got shot in the first place. Logan died because of her! Doesn't that matter to Kendall? I thought Logan was his best friend!

Kendall and Jo apparently didn't need to be told twice. The two of them left without saying another word. I could honestly care less if I saw either one of them again.

I then turned my attention to a bewildered James and Carlos. It looked like they didn't quite know what to make of what just happened. It was hard to tell who looked worse out of the two of them. Both of them had red, puffy eyes. Both looked as though they had done a lot of crying themselves.

"Do you think I'm right blaming Jo?" I asked them bluntly.

"Absolutely," James answered without a moment's hesitation.

I even detected bitterness in his voice. I was willing to bet that he wasn't too happy with Jo either. I was just glad I wasn't the only one who felt that way. I then looked at Carlos.

"What about you?" I asked.

"I…uh…can't we all just get along? I mean is now really the time to be fighting amongst ourselves?" Carlos replied.

I put my hands on my hips as I started to close the distance between the two of us. As soon as he saw this, he immediately started backing away from me. He wasn't stupid. He's known me long enough to know that I'm not someone you want to mess with when I'm mad.

"Oh, so you think I was out of line then, do you?" I demanded.

"If Logan were alive, he wouldn't want us to fight either," Carlos commented.

A sob escaped my lips when Carlos mentioned Logan's name. Once again, it was just another reminder that he wasn't with me; that never again would he ever be with me. I fought back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. I tried to ignore the way my heart ached with loss.

"Geez, you really are stupid! Don't you get it? We're fighting because of Logan! It's pointless thinking about what Logan would do if he were alive because he's not! And it's all because of Jo!" I practically shouted at Carlos.

Carlos whimpered. Were I not so furious at him at the moment, I might have actually been bothered by that.

"I'm just going to throw this out there, but maybe Logan died because of you, Camille. Maybe if you had just called Jo and let her know that you and Logan were okay, Jo wouldn't have called you, Logan wouldn't have been shot, and he'd still be alive," Carlos said.

No sooner had he finished his sentence did I slap him across the cheek. Now I was crying, but they were angry tears this time. I had a hard time wrapping my head around what Carlos had just said to me. He actually had the nerve to blame me for Logan's death. Up until now, I had never had a problem with Carlos. Now though, it was like I didn't even know who he was anymore. The sting of his betrayal hurt far worse than the sting of Jo's betrayal.

"How dare you?" I replied bitterly. "What was I supposed to be like, 'Excuse me bank robbers, let me just phone my friends to let them know I'm okay, and then you can resume your bank heist?' You weren't there, Carlos! You have no idea how terrifying it was for me and…"

James intervened, stepping in between me and Carlos.

"Hey buddy," James said to Carlos. "Maybe it's not too late to catch up with Kendall and Jo. Maybe they haven't left yet."

I was appalled that James even still called Carlos "buddy" after he practically blamed me for all of this! Oh well. I didn't need Jo, Kendall, or Carlos anyways! As a matter of fact, I don't need anyone! And if James wants to keep calling Carlos "buddy," then I don't need him either!

I didn't even realize that Carlos had left the police station. I was surprised to find that James hadn't.

"Camille," James said. I didn't respond, so he gently grabbed my chin, and forced me to look up at him. "Hey, look at me. Don't let what Carlos said get to you, okay? You know how he is. He just doesn't like it when people he cares about fight."

"Please don't," I begged him. "Don't defend him. He blamed me for Logan's death! It wasn't my fault, James. You have to believe me! I really tried to do everything I could!"

My knees gave out on me, but James was there to catch me before I fell. He helped steady me on my feet. I buried my face in his v-neck and cried my eyes out. This time, there were more tears of sadness than anything else.

"Camille, you have to understand something; you're not the only one hurting here. We all are. We all loved Logan," James said.

"Stop it," I commanded. "Don't talk about Logan in the past tense. It's too soon. I can't handle that."

"I just…"

"Shut up, James. Please? Everyone's turning their back on me, and I can't lose you too."

"Don't worry about that, Camille. I'm not going anywhere."

XXXXX

I guess I must have dozed off during the ride to the hospital. I just remember James waking me up as we pulled into the hospital. Apparently, my dad drove me and James to the hospital so I could get my leg examined.

The two of them had to wait in the waiting room as I was taken to the Emergency Room. They must have put me under anesthesia or something because that's the last thing I really remember. I was finally able to get some much needed sleep.

I was back at The Palm Woods. I had just stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. I unconsciously started scanning the faces of the residents for Logan, hoping against hope that he was there, and he was. The joy I felt at seeing him was immediately replaced by confusion because after taking one look at his face, I could tell that he wasn't happy with me for some reason.

He was sitting on a sofa. I walked over to the sofa, and sat down beside him. He responded by scooting as far away from me as the sofa would allow. Quite honestly, I was hurt by this.

"What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?" I asked.

"As if you even need to ask!" Logan retorted, refusing to make eye contact with me.

I felt my eyes start to well up with tears. Wasn't this my dream? Weren't dreams supposed to be happy? Then maybe this wasn't a dream. But then what was this? A nightmare? I was so confused.

"I haven't even had a funeral yet, and you've already moved on!" Logan remarked.

"Moved on? What are you talking about?" I replied, thoroughly confused.

"You and James! I always knew there was something between you two! He's the reason you and I broke up in the first place!"

"There's nothing going on between me and James! He's just being a good friend. He's the only friend I have left."

"Yeah, because you pushed everyone else away!"

I was literally shaking. I hated fighting with Logan. I still had no clue where I was and what was happening. He was looking at me now though. But before I could get too excited by that, I soon found myself cowering from his steely gaze.

"Slapping Carlos was uncalled for! You can slap me all you want, but leave Carlos alone!" Logan exclaimed.

"He deserved it! He blamed me for your death!" I screamed back.

It was quite odd. Though the lobby was far from empty, no one seemed to pay any mind to the fact that Logan and I were yelling at each other. It was like they were there, but not really.

"Camille," Logan said, his voice softening. "It's so easy to play the blame game. It's so easy to point fingers. However, isn't loss supposed to bring people together instead of tear them apart?"

"You make it sound so easy," I responded.

"I never said it was easy. James is right though. You're not the only one hurting. Everyone's hurting. Kendall, James, Carlos, Jo, they're all hurting too."

"What am I supposed to do now?"

Logan didn't answer me right away. I saw him look at someone I couldn't see and nod his head once.

"Logan?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, Camille. I have to go now," he answered, standing up from the sofa.

"Go? Go where?"

Just like that, he was gone. I blinked my eyes once. Twice. Three times. He was just there a second ago. Where did he go? How did he vanish so quickly? I didn't even see him leave. I just saw that he was no longer there.

"I'm sorry, Logan." I said, unsure if Logan could even hear me. "I'm sorry for everything."

To Be Continued…

A/N: Okay, so I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. There was a lot of fighting in it. But after Camille's talk with Logan, things hopefully are looking up. I updated though, so that's something, right?