This chapter explains most of Cameron's story, with a few loose ends that are tied up in chapter 5. However, that's not going to be the end of the story, so don't think that.


For what seemed like the hundredth time that day, silence filled the room. House's mind was still reeling. "You what?" he asked, bewildered.

Tears were flowing freely down Cameron's cheeks now. "It was my fault. I killed my sister. My own flesh and blood."

House couldn't believe that. Not Cameron. Not sweet little Cameron. She couldn't be capable of that. "A-are you sure?"

She raised her eyebrows at him. "Yes, of course I'm sure!" she said, hurt by the question.

"I'm sorry, I just-I don't believe it."

"Well, believe it, 'cause it's true," she said bitterly.

"So…uh…how did you do it?" House was uncomfortable with this conversation, but his curiosity was getting the better of him.

"When I was a teenager, I kind of ran wild," she stated.

"You?" House asked, raising his eyebrows. This caused Cameron to let out a small laugh.

"I know, right?" she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "But I did. And my sister did too."

House was still unsure where she was going with this, but he continued to listen.

"We were really close, probably because we were twins. Identical twins. We knew each other better than anyone in the whole world. In fact, it was kind of like we had our own little world," she smiled at the memory. "But our lifestyle wasn't what it should have been. Our father was some big political guy in England, where we used to live. We had this huge mansion and everything. We never really understood why he was so important, nor did we care. All we knew was he was rich and famous, and that gave us the opportunity to do anything we wanted, whenever we wanted."

"So, are you from England?"

"No, we were born here. In Connecticut, to be exact, but we moved there to live with our father. It's kind of complicated, but basically, we didn't know he was our father till we were nine, and so we lived here with our mom, but somehow he found out about us, and we all moved to England and were one big happy family for a while," she said the last part with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. House had figured that she had some issues with her parents, maybe this was why.

"Anyway, when we were about fourteen, we started getting interested in boys, and were always out on dates with different guys practically every night." This didn't surprise House, she was a beautiful girl, obviously guys would be banging down the door to go out with her.

"Eventually I found someone that I wanted to see exclusively, so I did. And it was great for a while. He was amazing to me, treated me like a princess. And of course it helped that he was hot," she threw that last part in just for the heck of it, and it appeared to not go unnoticed by House.

"But about six months into the relationship, things started to go sour. He was becoming really possessive. With the exception of Emily, my sister, I hardly ever saw my friends anymore. I wanted some time away from him every once in a while, but it seemed like he wouldn't allow that. He was constantly hanging around me and if by some rare strike of luck he wasn't, he was calling me every five minutes, wanting to know what I was doing, or if we could get together. It was really starting to annoy me, and even scare me a little."

At this point, House was getting concerned. So, what? Did he stalk her or something? If that was the case, he'd hunt this guy down and kill him.

"I broke it off with him. Told him I didn't like how he was acting. In fact, I think I told him to get a life."

"So, not the nice, typical, 'it's not you, it's me,' thing, huh?" House asked.

Cameron gave a small laugh. "Nope, back then, I wasn't too concerned with whether or not I hurt people's feelings, I just wanted him to leave me alone." She looked down at her feet. "But, it seemed to backfire. I wasn't counting on his reaction, I didn't even take it into consideration. I just thought I could brake up with him and he'd move on with his life, just like that. We were fifteen for Christ's sake! Nobody cares that much about a relationship when you're fifteen."

"But he did?"

"Yep. He became even more obsessed with me. Calling me even more often than he had when we were together. And he came by a lot too. I had to get my dad to tell the guards to throw him off the property whenever he showed up."

"Did you call the police?"

"Emily wanted me to. But I just told her that he was harmless. Going through a brake-up he didn't want to, and that he'd get over it and move on soon enough. He was good looking, he'd find another girl in no time, and I'd be history."

"But that didn't happen, did it?" House asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

Then the tears started again. He could tell she was getting to the climax of the story. He reached over to the end table and handed her a tissue. There was a pause while she took it from him, and then smiled gratefully before continuing.

"One night, I was out with my new boyfriend, and a bunch of our friends, Emily included. We were going to a movie or something, I don't really remember, and Emily said she had to go home, because she wasn't feeling well. I offered to go with her, but she told me to stay, and her boyfriend said he'd take her, since he had a car." She took a breath. This next part was gonna be hard. "Then, about half an hour later, I got a call from him at the restaurant we had gone to for dinner. He told me that…..that…"

"Shh, take your time," House said soothingly.

She took another deep breath and tried to calm herself. Then she squeaked out the last part before dissolving into tears. "He told me that Emily was dead. She had been shot. In the head, and she died instantly. He called the paramedics, but there was nothing they could do. She was gone."

House didn't know what to do. He had never been expecting this. With nothing else to say, he pulled her into his arms, and she sobbed on his shoulder. He could feel her small body shaking, and no matter how tight he squeezed, it wouldn't stop.

"I'm so sorry Cameron," he said. "But I still don't see how this is your fault."

She pulled back from him. "Oh yeah, that's the great part. She was shot by my ex-boyfriend. The crazy one. He was aiming for me."


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