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Cam grabbed Calum around his waist, covering his mouth with his hand. "You," he directed to Mack, "had better stay away from him. I don't want you putting any more crazy ideas in his head." He kicked the down button on the wall. His voice seemed so sincere as he said, "oh, and my dearest sympathy to your family about Troy. Poor thing-" his voice changed to a sneer, "-deserved everything he got." Cam started to walk into the elevator, "it will be less painful if you stop kicking, Calum." The door shut and Mack turned the other way and ran.
"Chad! Zeke! Jason!" All three turned around and Mack ran into Chad's embrace. "Cam-"
"What did he do to you?" Chad's words slid through his teeth that were forced together. His voice was at a low volume making him sound even angrier than he already was.
"He didn't...Calum-"
"As long as he didn't do anything to you- wait, why was Boucher here?" Jason asked.
"If he was here to hurt Troy-"
"Chad, just listen to me!" Mack shouted. "He took Calum, he was hurting him."
"I'm sure Calum can protect himself," Zeke said.
"But, he-"
"Mack, that family is none of our business, what they do is what they do," Jason said. "As long as you're alright-"
"I'm not alright, I don't want Cam to do to Calum what he did to Troy!"
"He wont, and if he does, that's one less Boucher we have to deal with," Chad said. "Mack, just calm down...he doesn't need you worrying about him."
"He needs someone to worry about him," Mack said getting an idea, "and I think that should be his girlfriend's job."
"Well then, let her worry about him," Jason said, hoping the argument was over.
"Then I will."
The three boys nodded, thought for a moment and then their eyes widened. Neither Chad nor Jason spoke, Zeke managed to say, "you," but it sounded more like a squeak. Mack nodded triumphantly.
"Mack."
She gave the three boys a quick smirk and walked toward her father. "You're mother's catching the next flight back. She'll be in Albuquerque in a couple hours. If you want, you can go home and I'll get you when I get your mom."
"How's Troy?"
"Gabriella just lulled him to sleep. He's doing fine. There's no need for you to stay here too, you should get some rest." Mack could tell her dad was more worried for her health now than he'd ever been.
Mack remembered what Calum had told her about Cam. "Can I stay here, I'll feel safer."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded her head and walked to her brother's room. The beeping noises- which were annoying the first time she had come- made her feel safe. She looked at Troy's peaceful face and felt a tear run down her face.
"Troy, I know you can't hear me because you're sleeping," she said in a whisper. "But, you're the best big brother in the whole world. You have to get better, because I don't know what I'll do without you." Playing limbo around the wires, she climbed into his bed and laid next to him. She placed her hand over his heart and -even if it was just her imagination- she felt the beating of his heart. "Please Troy, get better," she whispered.
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Calum laid in bed looking at the clock, 11:18 pm. He took a deep breath, his parents hadn't said a word to him since Cam had brought him home. Cam had gone straight to his room. Calum had never heard his house so quiet. His parents were asleep, and had been for an hour. Cam was either asleep or watching television. Calum heard his door open and didn't need it to be light out to know it was Cam.
"Come with me," came Cam's voice. "Now Calum, I mean it."
Calum lifted himself off his bed walking over to Cam's voice. Cam grabbed him by the back of his shirt and dragged him down the hall. He let Calum walk down the stairs by himself, but pushed him into one of the chairs once they got into the kitchen. Cam turned on the lights, making Calum shut his eyes, which were sensitive to the light.
"Calum, I want you to answer this truthfully." Calum nodded his head. "Okay, what do you think you're doing?"
"Huh."
"Don't you go there with me," Cam hissed. "What kind of practical joke are you trying to pull? Are you trying to get back at me for my fight with Bolton?"
"What?"
"Calum!" Cam was getting really mad. "You're game is over. Tell me what you and Bolton's sister are doing and why."
"Cam, it's not a joke. I want to go to East High and Mack is my girlfriend."
Cam turned around. "You really think this is funny. Well, if you don't stop this right now and tell me the truth, I'll-"
"You'll what Cam? Beat me? Go ahead, but don't go near Mack." Calum stood up and started to walk toward the stairs.
"Oh, no you don't." Cam grabbed him and slammed him down on the kitchen table. Calum's head was throbbing from being hit hard against the wood. Cam got right up in Calum's face. "So, it is true. You and Mack, what a cute couple." Cam plugged Calum's nose and cupped his hand over his mouth. "Well, you'll regret ever going near your little girlfriend. Good night, Calum."
Just before Calum passed out, Cam let go and let him catch his breath, before doing the same thing again. This time, he took his hands off of Calum quicker, letting him breathe faster. "This is for what you did earlier," Cam said before he punched Calum hard in the stomach. Calum moaned in pain, "not having fun, little brother? Think of this next time you see Mack." Cam punched him in the eye, and chuckled, jumping on and off of Calum's stomach multiple times.
Cam walked away from the moaning boy, jumping up the stairs two at a time. As soon as Calum knew Cam was in his room, he got off the table and walked as fast as he could to the door, each step he took was in excruciating pain. He grabbed his skateboard and took off into the night.
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Mrs. Bolton and Mack stared at the phone, both awake and alert. "It was really stupid of Dad to say he would call us if anything changed."
"I feel like we should be there," Mrs. Bolton told her daughter, not taking her eyes off of the phone.
"The doctor told us to go home, that we couldn't do anything. Mom, what if Troy flat lines in the middle of the night and he's all alone-"
"Mack, you're scaring yourself. That wont happen."
"But Mom-"
"They said it was probably from stress-"
"How could that be right! He fainted! They said that to make us go home!"
A knock on the door stopped their fighting. "Who would be knocking at eleven thirty at night?" Mrs. Bolton asked. Mack gulped, could it possibly be Cam?
"Don't open the door!"
"Mack, sweetie, it might be news about Troy." Mrs. Bolton opened the door to find a beaten-up fourteen-year-old.
"Mrs. Bolton?"
"Oh, sweetie come in, what happened?" She led him into the kitchen. She knew that this was Calum, this was the boy her daughter had just told her about, whose brother was the reason Mack hadn't wanted the door opened.
"Calum!" She rushed over to him.
"Mack, don't worry, it's nothing," he said in a weak voice.
"Mom, what are we going to do?" Mack asked.
"Mack, all night I've been getting mother-signals telling me to go to the hospital. This is the last straw."
Mrs. Bolton grabbed her car keys off of the counter, grabbed the phone and dialed a number. "Jack, I'm coming, don't try to stop me you'll only waste your breath."
She hung up the phone and looked at Calum, "you poor thing. Let's get you to the hospital."
"No, I can't. My parent's will find out I'm here and-"
"I'm sure they wont mind in your condition," Mrs. Bolton said in a concerned voice. "You canbarely walk."
Calum looked at Mack, her eyes filling with tears. 'She's been through too much,' he thought and he reluctantly, let Mrs. Bolton take him to the hospital.
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