Okay warning there's a lot of mature themes in this chapter, well. Idk it's pretty much as bad as the rest of the stuff, but there is talk of rape. Oh and the ending to this chapter is what WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! Eek. Oh and there is the world's longest AN at the bottow lol beware.


A motion underneath me stirred me from my sleep, and my eyes fluttered open. I sat up slowly, stretching my arms around me. That was the best sleep I've had in a long time, and I've never felt this rested.

"Finally awake sleeping beauty? It's almost noon." I nearly jumped hearing Zach's voice, coming from underneath me. I gave a small squeak of surprise and scuttled backwards, to the other side of my bed.

Well at least I don't have to go to school...

I looked at Zach, and saw he was laying on his side, looking at me with amusement in his eyes. Oh, and he was shirtless.

"Jesus, don't give me a heart attack." I stammered, putting a hand over my racing heart, no longer racing from surprise. A small blush made it's way onto my cheeks, but mercifully, Zach ignored it. I tried not to gawk at how well defined his muscles looked, or his absolutely mouthwatering 6 pack. Tried being the key word there. Finally I tore my eyes and looked him in the eye, still blushing.

"Sorry I scared you." Zach said as he scooted closer to me, giving me a quick apology peck. He reached for my hand underneath the sheets and squeezed it gently.

"Hang on, Zach... What are you doing- in my bed- shirtless?!" I screeched, jumping up and out of the bed. I reached up and pulled at my hair, shutting my eyes tightly. "Please, please tell me we didn't do that."

I felt more than saw heard him get up off the bed, and slide his hands around my waist, pulling me against his hard chest. He ran a hand softly through my hair and that small gesture was comforting enough, that I calmed down enough to talk.

"Zach..." I said in a warning tone. If we did, I'd prefer he didn't drag out telling me.

"No, of course we didn't. I would never, ever, take advantage of you like that Cammie. Not unless I knew that you were one hundred percent sure you wanted it. Even then maybe I wouldn't. I can't stand the thought of hurting you, in any way, shape, or form."

The tears welled up in my eyes, and my throat closed up. Maybe he thought they were happy tears from his kind words, because he simply brushed them away gently with his thumb, cupping my face on either side.

He leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. Through the hazy vision caused by my tears, I could tell he had a big smile on his face. His eyes lit up and they seemed to sparkle with happiness. His smile widened even more, his eyes crinkling. I saw a flash of determination in his eyes, before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Because I-"

"It wouldn't hurt Zach." I choked out through my tears. A sob wracked my body and I coughed so hard, I doubled over.

"Cammie!" The alarm in his voice was apparent, and I felt him gently sweep me up into his arms, and then place me back onto my bed. He pulled the covers up to my neck before climbing in next to me, and pulling me against his chest, his chin resting on the top of my head. I put my hands on his chest, and felt a little guilty for him comforting me yet again for what seems like the millionth time in the past 72 hours.

I'm not sure how much time passed, but I was able to get my sobs under control, and breath normally. Once I could, I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent I could only describe as Zach. He smelled like coffee, and worn off cologne, and aftershave. But mostly, he smelled like Zach.

Also, the fact I was able to get under control relatively quickly, told me it hadn't yet evolved into a full blown panic attack. Which is good, seeing as they'd been becoming a more frequent occurrence.

I frown, but quickly stop as something warm presses against my lips.

I smile into the kiss, knowing only Zach could ever make me feel like this.

"You're okay." He breathed, relief flooding his voice. He pulled back slightly so he could look me in the eye, and all trace of the happiness and laughter I saw before was gone. Instead, it had been replaced with worry, and fear.

"I'm okay." I confirm.

Neither of us speak for several minutes, simply basking in the other's presence.

"Cammie," Zach starts off, his tone matching the worry in his eyes. I instantly tense up, knowing exactly what he's going to ask me.

I still haven't told him, this is the one thing in the world I hadn't told him.

The one thing I hadn't told anyone.

The one thing I wasn't quite sure I was ready to tell.

"Cammie what did you mean earlier, when you said it wouldn't hurt. You're not a, not a uh-"

"Zach." I say softly, reaching my hand up and resting it on his cheek. He refuses to meet my eyes however, and looks to the side. I sigh, deciding I need to tell him soon, just not today.

"It's the second worst decision I've ever made, in my entire life. I regret it every single day." I bite my lip to contain another sob, and fight the memories threatening to overtake my mind. I shove them to the back of my head, to be dealt with later. When I'm alone.

I do hear the unasked question in the silence though.

What was the worst decision ?

Thankfully though, he leaves the question unasked. He slowly turns towards me, his eyes showing complete and utter betrayal. My mouth flies open and I gasp, knowing why he wouldn't face me.

"It was a long, long time ago Zach. I didn't- I didn't know you." I say quickly, and his eyes soften ever so slightly.

"Who was it, Cammie? Who did you sleep with?" His green eyes seem to melt all my walls, everything I'd put up between me and that memory. They seemed to see straight through my soul. They made me feel special.

The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them.

"I didn't sleep with him."


"I'm going to kill him, whoever it is. I don't care if he lives in a fucking alley behind a dumpster- which is what he deserves. I will find him, and I will kill him." His voice wasn't shaking with anger, or worry. No, it was calm and cool, and the scary part was; I believed him.

"Zach." His head snapped up and he looked at me, and the outstretched mug in my hand. "Drink. It'll help with the shock." He simply nodded and took the cup, but didn't drink any.

I sat at the chair opposite him, so I could see his reaction. I had managed to get him to come down stairs after the initial shock of what I said had sunken in.

I still couldn't believe I was stupid enough to say that.

Although I still couldn't believe I was stupid enough to think I would never tell him, either.

I mentally prepared myself for what I was about to say. I thought carefully for several tense moments, collecting my thoughts. My story. Although I was still leaving out some details. Like who it was.

Because I honestly have no doubt if he really knew, that he would kill him.

"Zach, I don't really know how to explain this without..." I trailed off, raising my hands only to drop them back in my lap. He understood what I was saying; An attack.

"Just... tell me what I need to know. Don't tell me something if you don't have to." He said softly, reaching across the table and taking one of my hands in both of his. I took a deep steadying breath.

"When we first met, I told you the story of my brother. I said the reason I didn't like touching me is because it reminded me of just how helpless I was to save him. That was true, but it wasn't as bad as my fears are- were- up until I met you. The real reason I don't like it- the reason I can't stand it, is him." Zach was silent, taking in every word I said. I felt tears begin to flood down my cheeks but I didn't even bother to wipe them away. I seemed to be crying a lot lately...

"Before I met you, every time someone touched me, all I could feel were his disgusting, slimy hands all over my body. Sometimes, when I close my eyes to go to sleep, all I see his his face mashed up on mine, his body pressing me onto the bed. And then- he raped me. I loved him, I really thought I did. But then he raped me, and he convinced me it was my fault. He convinced me that I wanted it; and I had never felt more disgusted with myself as I did that night." My voice cracked, and I felt Zach pulling me into his arms. The only place where I really feel safe anymore. "But when I'm with you, I feel safe." I added in a whisper, so quietly I wasn't quite sure if he heard me or not. Maybe I didn't want him to hear me.

"He'll never touch you again Cammie." His voice was strong, determined. But underneath that I heard how frightened he was. Frightened for me. His body was stiff, all of his muscles clenched. I squeezed him a little harder to me and he seemed to relax a little.

Minutes passed, maybe hours, and he held me in his arms while I cried.

He didn't say anything, didn't do anything. But he didn't need to.

Just being with him is enough for me.

"Can you tell me who it was Cammie?"

Somehow we had ended up on the couch, and I had been dozing off. Eventually my sobs had turned into sniffles, and my tears had stopped waterfalling. I kept my mouth firmly shut, afraid I would let it slip.

"I can't." I felt his finger underneath my chin, raising my gaze to his. His eyes now swirled with pain, and sadness. Apparently, for me.

"Cammie, please. Tell me who hurt you." His voice was so pained, a humongous wave of guilt crashed over me.

"If I tell you, I honestly have no doubt you would kill him. And then you'd report it to the police and-"

"AND YOU HAVEN'T?!" His outburst shocked me, and I froze for a moment. He never, ever, yells at me. Or at least, he never had before. He frowned at me, and ever so gently reached up his hand and ran his fingertips along my cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. But you've gotta be kidding me Cammie, you never reported him?"

I cast my eyes downward, unsure of what to say. If I told him, school would be... harder, for him.

"Cammie, you've told me so much already. You've told me everything you can, and I know that. You told me about your brother your dad, your friends, everything you can. So if you really feel like you can't tell me, it's okay. I never want to push you into something you don't want to do. I just, I want to know who hurt you."

I was nearly as stunned as when he just yelled at me. I don't deserve this, I don't deserve him. I'm selfish for wanting him and yet- I can't stop myself.

"Because I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I am in love with you, Cameron Ann Morgan."

Fresh tears prick my eyes, but this time they really are tears of hapiness.

I feel like I could burst, only one thought and feeling running through my mind.

Love.

Zachary Goode loves me.

And I love him.


Holy. Fuck.

There was two reasons behind that holy fuck, and let me just say, I cried over both of them.

A) Are you kidding me? Like are you serious right now? This story just reached 200 reviews (shoutout to EmoEmily4Ever1213 for being the 200th) THIS IS CRAZY! Honestly guys I never thought I'd be here, a year ago, this was my dream. I could only DREAM of 200 reviews. And now- I have TWO STORIES WITH OVER 200 REVIEWS! I love you guys so much, you're the best readers I could ever ask for. Thank you for all the continuous support on this story, I know sometimes it's hard when I don't update, or when I don't reply to reviews but please know, I do read every single one and each one brings a ginormous smile to my face. Like seriously I cried. I cried when this story reached 200 reviews. AND IN ONLY 11 CHAPTERS! That's the craziest part to me. I never thought my stories would be those stories in the archive, with so many reviews, and amazing AMAZING authors reading also. (Hint: that was directed at GallagherGirl-IWish) I mean you're all amazing authors but seriously I look up to her so muchand her stories are so amazing I never thought I could be here. And I wouldn't be here without you guys so: THANK YOU!

B) Um, did you or did you not just read the chapter above? IS IT JUST ME OR WERE YOU GUYS FREAKING OUT TOO? Because a) CAMMIE WAS RAPED?! BY WHO?! you can probably guess :( and b) ZACH SAID I LOVE YOU! FINALLY RIGHT?!

Okay, sorry for such a long note I'm almost done.

C) Listen, I KNOW how serious of a subject rape is, and it is absolutely horrible and my prayers go out to anyone who ever had to go through that. So please, don't say I'm taking mental illness or anxiety as a joke- I really know. Okay? Ok.

SO: If you're tired of reading and wanna review now, go ahead. If you play soccer, keep reading it's funny. If you don't play soccer a) what the f is wrong with you b) keep reading. Or just read cuz it's a funny story about my humiliating life.

D) For all my soccer girls out there: PRESEASON'S A BITCH! Ok allow me to explain. So just earlier today I was at soccer practice, and our practices are starting to get a little more serious. Not as serious as during the season but still it's a huge change from summer practice. Okay so we start out with speed and agility training (sucks right) after warm up and after one round I started feeling really bad- like really really bad. I was like, seeing black honestly and I couldn't breath and my stomach hurt really badly. It subsided a little though so I thought I was fine. THEN, my not-so-new coach (I've known him, he coached my bro for awhile and he likes to tease me) comes up during the one minute break we have between rounds, and this is our conversation.

Jimmy: So, you scared yet?

Me: *laughs* Oh you and your drills don't scare me, Jimmy.

Jimmy: Yeah, well you should be.

Me: *shrugs* As long as it makes me a better player.

Me: *walks off like a boss*

Little did I know, I was going to eat my words.

During the second drill of round two, I started feeling super bad again, and then before I know it I can feel vomit coming up my throat, and it litterly came up with such force it knocked me on the ground, on my butt!

So I choked it down and my partner for the drills is all like "Mia are you okay?!" And I just roll over and puke. All over the ground. And one of the other coaches that is there runs up and is like "Oh sweetie go take a break, come back if you're ready in a few minutes." And then I'm walking over to sit down and holding my stomach because it hurts like hell, and then Jimmy sees me.

Me: *Glares as if saying; don't say anything*

Jimmy: *raises eyebrow*

Jimmy: *looks like he's going to laugh*

Jimmy: *Starts to laugh*

Jimmy: *Stops laughing abruptly as he realizes that's wrong*

Jimmy: *Looks at me funny*

Jimmy: So, as long as it makes you a better player?

Me: *Grunts**Dies*

That's seriously what happened.

I love him though, and he's actually a really good guy and a kick ass coach. He like sat with me and gave me a gatorade square chewy thing and made me sit out for 5 minutes before he even let me do the drills as slow as possible.

OKAY ALL DONE! I should win the award for longest AN ever :)

Review, pwetty pwease *kiss*