Cammy dug her fingernails deep into the carpet as she continued to gag uncontrollably. She had already emptied out her stomach, but was still dry heaving, coughing violently after each convulsion of her throat. After what seemed like and hour but was actually only a minute or so, Cammy leaned back able to control her body again. She was panting, exhausted by her ordeal. As people walked by they took little notice of the girl kneeling on the floor next to her own vomit.

Cammy noticed that Lewis had left. She knew that even if he didn't come back for revenge, Conner would. But for now, Lewis had saved her. She was defenseless like this.

Cammy pulled her body from the floor. She still felt the effect of the alcohol, only now she was shaky also. She felt weak, tired, drunk, and scared all at the same time. Cammy knew it would be over soon. She just needed to go to sleep and rest. She slowly made her way through the dying party to her own bedroom, which was thankfully empty. Cammy fell under the covers and wrapped them tightly around her body.

She had felt good for a while, but then it all fell apart just like everything else in her life. Nothing ever went right for her. She didn't have much time to contemplate this. Within seconds of closing her eyes, deep sleep crashed over her. Nothing was waking her up until she was good and ready. Not even the phone and its constant ringing.

--

Guile pressed the red 'end call' button on his cell phone and adjusted his body in the small seat. It was the third time he had tried to reach Cammy at home, but she wasn't answering. He wasn't too worried about her not answering though. He knew she was a deep sleeper. But it was beginning to get close to noon in Florida.

He would be arriving any minute now so it didn't matter much. He had calmed down quite a bit also. But Guile just thought of it as saving his energy for when he actually got to see Wagner. He almost still couldn't believe it. He had been outside playing with Melissa when Jane called him into the house because there was a call to his cell phone. He had to leave immediately. Thus the very uncomfortable seat his was sitting in.

Thanks to the difference in time, it had been around 11:00 am in London which made it 3:00 am in Florida. So right now he was technically going back in time. That was fine with him, more time to deal with Wagner. It was still hard to believe. He had gotten himself arrested. Arrested. In a strip club, drunk, fighting.

Guile threw his small carry on bag into the passenger seat of his car and drove home to change before he went to pick up Wagner. His jaw dropped when he pulled into the driveway of his home. The front door was wide open. Cups littered the front porch and various bottles and other trash was strewn all over the lawn. He jumped out of the car, leaving it in gear. Guile had to run to catch the car as it started to roll. This time he pulled the keys out before going into the house. When the smell hit him it was almost like a physical punch. He looked down to see vomit next to the front door. His home was totally wreaked. Then it hit him. Cammy!

Guile rushed and burst through her door only to find her buried under the covers. He took this moment of relief to let all this sink in. A party. That was the only explanation. Guile sat on the edge of Cammy's bed and gently shook her. She moaned and rolled over which wasn't anything unusual, except for the fact that it was 1:00 in the afternoon. Guile pulled the covers from her face and almost gasped. She was pale white, almost yellow actually. She opened her eyes and they were blood shot. Then everything really made sense and Guile was furious.

He reached under the covers and grabbed Cammy's wrist, pulling her entire body not only out from under the covers, but to a standing position in one swift movement. Cammy protested groggily.

"What are you doing? I'm tired. Let me sleep."

"No, you're hung over and you will not sleep. You're coming with me."

Guile pulled Cammy out of the house with him, his change of clothes forgotten. He let her wrist go and pointed towards the car.

"Get in."

"My head hurts."

"Good."

"Can I take some medicine first?"

"Get in the goddamn car Cammy!"

He yelled this, his voice echoing through the neighborhood as he pushed her towards the car. Cammy obeyed and got in the car as Guile stepped into the drivers seat and began driving. Neither one spoke until they arrived at the police station. Then Cammy spoke.

"Why are we here?"

Guile didn't answer her, he just parked the car and got out as he motioned for her to follow. When they got inside he pointed towards a seat in the waiting area .

"Stay here. Don't move from this chair."

Cammy listened and Guile got ready to deal with Wagner.

He was greeted by an officer right away. Though he couldn't remember the man's name he could remember working with him before. But he worked with a lot of police officers from time to time. The officer spoke.

"Captain. I'm glad you arrived okay. We have your son all ready for you to take home."

Guile spoke sternly, anger very apparent in his voice.

"I'm not ready to take him home yet. I want to speak to him in private for a moment."

"No problem. I'll take you to where he's being held."

--

Wagner rocked back and forth on the small wooden bench in the cell. He was the last off all the men from the club. They all had been bailed out slowly but surely. He winced and brought his hand to his left eye. It was still a little swollen. Where his lip was busted had already become a scab. But aside from his eye and lip, and a few other cuts a bruises, he was unharmed. The fight was a big blur in the back of his mind.

Wagner stood up and began pacing. He was nervous waiting for Guile to arrive. He knew he was in a lot of shit. Things had just gotten out of control. At least Cammy was okay. Just then Wagner heard footsteps coming towards him. He sat back down and waited. An officer opened the cell and led Guile inside. He shut the cell behind Guile and left. Wagner looked at him. Guile's face was stern, lips drawn in a thin line. He stood there for a moment, until Wagner couldn't take it anymore and spoke.

"Guile, I--"

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I wasn't thinking Guile."

"You're damn right you weren't. I never thought you could be so incredibly stupid."

"It was, I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? This is unbelievable. A strip club? You're 17 years old. And to top it off you were drunk. I just don't understand what was going through your head."

"I was just trying to have some fun."

"That had better not be your definition of fun, if it is we have a lot to talk about. Do you even remember why you're here?"

"For fighting, and the other stuff."

"No I mean with me. We're supposed to be hiding and you throw a party and get arrested."

"You know about the party?"

"Your damn right I do. Right now that should be the least of your worries."

"You're acting like you never did something like this when you were my age."

"Not this bad, and I didn't have the things to worry about that you do. I just want to know what made you do it."

"Do what?"

"Drink, then go out, to a place like that. It doesn't seem like you."

"Like you know me!"

Guile reached forward and grabbed Wagner's shoulders before slamming him into the wall.

"I know all about you. I know that you can't do things like this to yourself. I know you want control. But you have to understand it's not control."

Wagner yelled.

"It felt like it Guile. And I liked it and I don't care what you say!"

Wagner pushed Guile away from him. Guile yelled back.

"You want to be tough, then be tough. Hit me."

Wagner gritted his teeth, rocking back and forth from foot to foot. He shook his head no and squeezed his fists together.

"Hit me Wagner! If it is what you need to feel in control then do it!"

"Stop it Guile."

"Hit me Scott, right in the face. I'll show you what happens when you think you want this kind of control."

"Stop it dammit!"

"HIT ME!"

Wagner rushed forward, face squeezed tight in agony. He connected his fist with the side of Guile's jaw. Guile body stumbled sideways from the force of the blow. Wagner stood stunned, motionless. Guile rubbed his jaw and suddenly swept Wagner's feet out from under him. Wagner hit the ground like a stone and soon Guile had him pinned down with his face inches from his own.

"No matter how tough you are there will always be someone bigger, something badder that's ready to get you. You have to learn control or else you will always be in danger and put those around you in danger."

Guile stood up leaving a shocked Wagner on the floor. He was trying to let all this sink in. Guile was furious. But not for the reasons Wagner had expected. He was mad because something bad could have happened, not about his reputation, or his house, or anything. Just about his well being. This knowledge crushed Wagner inside. Guile reached his hand down to help Wagner off the floor.

"Let's go."

Wagner took his hand and help. Guile started walking out of the cell after the guard opened it for him but Wagner called him back.

"Guile."

"Yeah?"

Guile turned around just as Wagner's body slammed into his embrace. Wagner muttered.

"I'm so sorry."

Guile patted him on the back and pulled away from the hug.

"We can figure it all out. You me and Cammy. I promise."

Wagner nodded as Guile continued out of the cell.