"Of the thirty-six ways of avoiding disaster, running is always best."

- Anonymous

( Third Person POV)

Jake looked at Cammie. His eyes saw the fragility, the youngness, the purity, and the determination that made up Cameron Morgan. He knew she forgave quickly, he knew she loved somewhat easily without acknowledging it, but what he was about to say may just destroy all of that.

"I know who your father was." He whispered. Cammie looked back at him. Fear, regret, anger, and questions where displayed upon her face for mere seconds before she became expressionless.

"What?" She wondered. What in the world could he possibly be hiding? He looked damned near triumphant to be discussing her father.

"Your father was a lifeless and a killing brute, that cared of no one else but himself." Jake let the words tumble and roll off of his tongue as if he has said them before, on numerous occasions.

"You know nothing of my father! You don't know him, or me!" Cammie whisper-yelled. She would have screamed it to the heavens if she could've, but Jake's words took her breath away. They sucked the life out of her.

"Matthew Morgan, father of Cameron Ann Morgan, spouse to Rachel Cameron-Morgan. Killer of Diane Delaney, who is the mother of Jacob Delaney. Yeah, I know all about him. I just wish I could've been there to see his downfall." His eyes glassed over as he thought of his poor mother's fate, and then they sparkled as he spoke of her killer's death.

"How dare you? To accuse him?! And even if he did, how can that relate to me?" Cammie became slightly confused. Only to hear an answer that served her no justice.

"You're a brute's daughter, Cammie. That son of a bitch killed my mother, and you trust me I will get my revenge." Jake had gotten very close to Cammie. So close that he backed her into a tree to the point where she felt timid.

"You're an asshole!" Cammie wanted desperately to get out of there, to flee, to stop listening to him, but she couldn't.

He laughed in her face and backed away from her.

"Honestly, you know nothing. You can go away for years and hardly scratch the surface. Take my word for it; you're lucky he's dead." Cammie looked at the ground. She came to a quick and rash decision, forgetting what she and Jake had in common, and how she would feel if his mother had killed her father instead.

"I want you out of here, Jacob, and I want you out of here now." Cammie voiced with so much venom and renewed determination that Jake believed her, and was glad.

"It would be my pleasure, I was going to leave here before that bitch and I fell out..." Jake didn't get to finish his sentence because before he knew it, Cammie slapped him hard across his face for talking about Macey McHenry that way. Then she ran from the woods.

(Liz POV)

We sat at the kitchen table of the house. Jake had just left through the front door , and he took one of the cars with him. Jonas was still talking to Cammie upstairs, and there we sat, clueless. Macey looked almost heartbroken when she saw him leave and has kept her eyes on everywhere but the door since. Bex and Grant shared looks every now and then. Zach just looked at his lap. Riley leaned against the wall looking at the stairs, almost willing Cammie to walk down them with a small smile. I got up and started looking at our food levels.

I started baking. Baking cleared my mind sometimes. When I was on the brink of a formula or I was stressed from my everyday southern life and how it clashed with Gallagher life, I baked. My mother kept a supply of milk, sugar, eggs, flour, and other necessary ingredients needed for my baking moods. It was safer that way.

I could tell they were staring at me, so I turned around and bit my lip and pushed my glasses up. Then, I redid my hair into a bun and rolled up my sleeves and got to work.

(Cammie POV)

When I finished telling Jonas what happened, he looked at me in total shock. Then Derek came bursting into the room.

"Sorry to interrupt your little chat, but Jacob just left, with one of your cars." Derek looked back and forth between Jonas and me.

"It is fine, let him have it. I don't care anymore." Jonas looked at me expectantly.

"Derek can you leave the room for another moment, I need to talk to Cammie alone." I was surprised to hear him say that. We never talked alone this much. It had to be something important. Derek nodded and left. We sat in silence until we heard his footsteps enter another room and close that door too.

"There's something I need to get off of my chest, Cammie. Don't hate me for it, and don't say anything until I'm finished, okay?" Jonas looked at his hands , waiting for my answer.

"Okay." My eyes were wide and eager. I wanted to know what was going on.

"The reason why Macey, Liz and Bex didn't know that Blackthorne was a school for assassins, is because one night, while Zach still had your report, I read it, and I was angered by the fact that he told you and that he told no one else what happened in the tombs and that he could've killed you, him and Solomon that I ripped those pages out. I tore them to shreds then I burned them in the lab." Jonas stared at the ground shamefully and gulped.

"I didn't want any of them to know about it. Especially not Liz. You guys seemed so sweet and innocent and pure, like the only care you had in the world was just not dying. You didn't think about taking someone else's life, you didn't dare dream of the horrible nightmares that consumed you afterward your first kill. That's what I envied; what I envy. I guess I wish I still had that. That innocence, ya' know? Clean hands that haven't killed, but then when you came back, I could tell your hands weren't fully clean anymore, so I kept it a secret." His eyes finally met mine, and for the first time I understood that Jonas wasn't a full blown male version of Liz. He was more than that. He had his own secrets, all of my friends did.

I guess that's what bonded us. I guess that's what made us come together like how we did. Everything that has happened to us since Joseph Solomon stepped through the doors of Gallagher, or Macey McHenry did, or I sneaked out of Gallagher or Zach strolled in and snuck in, or I sneaked out again, made us that much closer.

A/N: Hello, I'm sure you're tired of the lack of updating, but sadly I had lost interest for this story, but the great news is that the interest has been revived. This will be taking up my Thanksgiving break for the most part. I will finish this story within this week, for which I will uphold myself to, because I don't have much else to do because I'm currently under the weather. Thank you and review please.

- Livey