A/N": Hey all, I'm really sorry. I haven't updated in like a month, but it's been tough. My entire family has the stomach flu, and I have a HUGE 10 page research paper due this Thursday that I am procrastinating on. Ew. Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter, I'll try to update more often. Please review!

Recap: "Has anyone seen Cammie? I haven't seen her since last night, and she never returned to her-." I turned around as soon as I heard my mother's voice. Before I could even open my mouth to say anything, I saw my mother's eyes widen. "Cameron Ann Morgan. What in the world are you wearing?"

"Oh shit" I mumbled under my breath.

"Excuse me?" my mother asked indignantly, as she leaned her ear closer to me. "What did you say?"

"N-nothing." I tried to recuse my statement and brush it aside, but from the look on my mom's face, she had definitely heard what I had said.

Turning for a second, I looked at my table of so called "friends" who were currently watching my situation with wide smiles on their faces, like Christmas had come early. "thanks for nothing," I mouthed to them before turning back the dire situation at hand. I took a deep breath before turning back to my mom who was waiting expectantly with a knowing look on her face.

"Well—you see—I was, um returning from the party, and I, um, like may have gotten lost?" I stated, my voice rising slightly at the end. Damn it.

"Cameron," started my mother, in her authoritative headmistress voice. I gulped as she continued, "I am not an idiot, as you should very well know, nor was I born yesterday."

"Yes," I sighed, my shoulders slumped in defeat, "I understand."

"Very well," she replied, "Then you will understand the fact that you will be staying in you real room, not Zach's," she stated with her eyebrows raised as if to say, yes, I know everything. "Furthermore, you will not be joining you friend on you beach excursion immediately. Instead you will be able to explore every part of your actual room for a majority of this morning before joining them at the beach."

Before I could protest, I could feel Zach rise besides me and take my hand before speaking to my mother. "Ms. Morgan I-"

"You can call me Rachel, Zachary, no need for the formalities right now," she stated dismissively.

I could feel Zach's grip on my hand momentarily tighten for a second, before slackening soon after. "Yes, Ms.-um Rachel. Anyway, I feel as of I should take at least some of the blame, as it was my doings as well as hers that placed her in this mess. Perhaps I could help Cammie shoulder some of the punishment with me in the room as well?"

My mom smiled wryly in return. "As much as I appreciate your chivalry, Cameron will be enduring this one herself. And might I remind you that it would be prudent of you to return Cammie to her room at her 1 o'clock curfew every night the week to prevent further mishaps?"

"Very well," he reached out and shook my mother's hand. "I promise to do that."

"Good," she replied smartly. "Well, Cammie, I will escort you to your room now."

Before I could protest, she grabbed my hand and began dragging me away. I looked sadly at my uneaten waffle, before glaring at my friends were gloating as they waved. The last thing I saw before the elevator doors shut was Zach making a heart with his hands and pointing at me. Awww. How sweet.

After stepping off the elevator and being further interrogated by my mother in my room, refusing to answer her questions of course, I flopped onto my bed, and stared at the ceiling. While the idea of escaping and sneaking out had definitely occurred to me, I didn't want to risk being caught and getting punished further, and my mother had personally locked my in herself, preventing a definite obstacle, as she was one of the best spies I knew. The ceiling was ornately painted, with beautiful crown molding and a large open window that faced the ocean.

Hopping off my bed, I walked over to the window and peered through it. My room was on the highest floor, therefore putting me at about ten stories up. I could see Macey, Bex, and Liz sun tanning below, although they looked like little more than small specks from my view. As I looked closer, I noticed that the guys were all in the water, with the exception of Jonas, who was lying down with his head on Liz's stomach while reading a book with one hand, his other entwined with Liz's. Nerd love. How sweet.

Groaned in frustration as I took a seat on my windowsill, staring down below. If it hadn't been for my poor judgment last night, I would've been able to be with them, and most importantly, Zach. Not that I regretted any of my decisions from last night, because it was most definitely wonderful, but if there was one thing I could change, I would definitely have not gotten caught. I twirled my hair around my finger before tying it up in a ponytail. It annoyed me when my hair got in the way of my eyes, so much so that I had wanted to cut it all off. The minute I declared it, Macey had threatened to execute me with scissors. Okay, maybe I hadn't wanted to cut it all off, but getting a rise out of Macey was hilarious and oddly satisfying.

Smiling at myself, I froze as I heard several heavy footsteps thudding through the hallway. They soon stopped, and I felt my self relax. However, just as I realized why they had stopped, I watched as my door was smashed open, and three burly guys with black ski masks came running in. Oh, my day was just getting better and better. Jumping into my fighting stance, I spun, low to the ground, and swept out the legs of one of the men. Punching him in the face, and then slapping on a napotine patch that was randomly in my back pocket, onto his forehead, I quickly sidestepped a punch to my shoulder, but failed to escape his hands as he grabbed me by the shoulders. Using his weight against him, I swung forward, and he was forced to let go. Kicking him straight in the groin, I took advantage of the time he spent leaning over to kick him extremely hard in the end, making him pass out.

I gathered my breath, and turned to face the remaining man. He was smaller than the others, but definitely faster, as I attempted to swing at him, and he neatly sidestepped my advances. Taking a deep breath, I felt my body hurl itself to the right out of instinct, as he made the familiar motion of pulling his gun out and shooting it. The bullet sailed past me, and out the window, as I quickly sprinted to the other side of him, forcing him to turn with me. While he was turning, I launched an air kick, and was able to nudge the gun out of his hands. Kicking him directly in the back, I grabbed the gun from the floor, and now it was my turn to point the gun at him.

Raising his arms slowly in surrender, I watched as his chest heaved quickly, his eyes directed straight at the gun I held. Before I could figure out what to do, I felt a hard object poke me in the back. Spinning around, I now pointed the gun at a man who was holding…my mother's lifeless body in his arms. Oh MY GOD. "Now." The man stated coldly, "Put the gun down, or she dies." Holding the gun up for a couple more seconds, I screamed as the man pulled a knife out of his back pocket, and pressed it to my mother's throat. A small line of red began to trail down her pale skin, and I threw the gun to the floor. "Fine." I stated. "I give up."

Smiling a toothy grin at me, the man nodded at the other man who I had forgotten was still in the room, and collected my gun off the floor. "Very good," he smiled a perfect white grin at me. "Let's go, shall we?"

Before I could protest, I felt the other man come up behind me, and stick a needle in my neck. Oh, not this again. The last thing I saw was my mother's deathly pale face staring back at me. I could hear the man's cackle as he smiled, laughing at my limp figure. "It's not like you had much of a choice dear," he jeered at me as I felt myself drift off.

A/N: Well, that's it. Hope you enjoyed it, and, as always, REVIEW!