Cammie POV

It happened in slow motion.

Zach aimed at Catherine's hand and pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed Catherine's hand and sent her gun flying. Zach dove at his mother and their bodies collided.

Bex and Mace ran to me while Grant went to help Zach.

"Oh Cammie," Macey sobbed.

Bex jumped back up and slammed the door closed.

"Cammie stay with us okay," Bex cradled my head gently, tears running down her face.

I heard Zach and Grant wrestling with Catherine but I couldn't tell who was winning.

"Zach," I croaked.

"He's over there Cammie, he'll be fine," Macey said, giving a nervous glance in the boys' direction. "Bex go help," she added. Bex pulled away from us reluctantly and ran to the guys.

"Cammie keep your eyes open," Macey demanded, shaking me slightly.

My head was spinning and my vision was blacking out.

I heard Zach scream in pain and Bex follow suit.

I sat up which only caused me to fall back.

"Macey go," I whispered.

She laid my head down gently and then ran off.

They were losing.

I didn't know how hard it was to take down one woman but they certainly weren't winning.

I turned on my side and caught a glimpse of metal next to me.

Zach's gun.

Inside was one bullet…that's all I needed. No one was paying attention to me and for that I was glad. I turned back over and held up the gun with much difficulty.

It was almost too heavy for me hold.

I turned to lie on my stomach and placed both hands on the gun. My elbows steadied me on the cold, concrete ground.

"Deep breath," I thought, "Make it count."

I focused…my vision zeroed in on the black dress, right where her heart was.

"Go."

I pulled the trigger and let the bullet fly. The gun kicked and hit me in the head hard. My vision blacked out and I could only hear the bullet thud as it found its mark.

Someone grabbed my face and something wet fell on my cheek.

"Cammie…Cammie baby can you hear me," a boy sobbed.

His voice was so beautiful and filled with pain it hurt to listen.

"Open your eyes please," he begged, stroking my face.

I couldn't say or see anything.

A pair of lips pressed against my forehead and fingers traced my lips.

"Zach we have to get her out of here."

Arms slid under my knees and my back and I was lifted off the ground.

"We have to get her to a hospital now," another boy said.

Lips pressed to the corner of my mouth and Zach whispered "I've got you Cammie. I've got you."