Zach's P.O.V.-
I watched carefully as Cammie examined herself in the mirror. Her eyes scanned over her frail body, her ribs sticking out, hallowed cheeks, pale skin. Looking over each of her scars, burns and bruises, it was clear she knew where each and every single bruise, scar or burn had come from and if I knew my mother at all, Iw as sure she had made it so Cammie would never forget where a single scar had come from. As she met the eyes of her reflection, I couldn't help but flinch at the emptiness they held. This wasn't the Cammie we had known. She was different now and it seemed like she didn't know who she was either.
"Well, I've got news for the eight of you." Mr. Solomon announced, strolling into the living room where the five of us sat together.
"Eight? But Mr. Solomon there's only fi-" But before Bex could finish her sentence the door swung open, revealing three figures dressed in black.
"Cammie. We're so glad you're okay. They wouldn't let us leave to come look for you but we knew they'd find you." Grant all but yelled, jumping over the table to pull Cammie into a bone crushing hug. I couldn't help but flinch as I watched a girl who had once been able to pin me with a single hand wince at a simple hug.
"Where have you been this whole time?" Macey asked, finally voicing the question none of us had been able to ask. Shaking her head slightly, Cammie's eyes glazed over as she looked at the eight pairs of eyes trained on her before she seemed to shake herself from whatever daze she had been in.
"I have no idea." She whispered before collapsing into a sobbing mess on the couch. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close, watching in shock as Bex pushed herself off the couch, slamming the door behind her.
Noone had to tell Grant to go after her, just like no one had to tell me to hold Cammie. It was just what we did and I knew he would take care of her the same way she took care of me.
Bex's P.O.V.-
"BEX." Grant screamed, struggling to keep up with me as I continued to sprint as far from the cabin as I could. I couldn't stand to be around her anymore. She wasn't my sister. I had lost a sister, a long time ago. A girl with long, dishwater hair and bright, loving blue eyes, a girl I would kill or die for, a sister I never thought I'd have to go without. But that girl inside, that wasn't her. She wasn't Cammie anymore. Cammie left but we had no idea who had returned.
"Bex. What's wrong?"
"WHAT'S WRONG?" I growled, turning on my heel to glare at Grant. "WHAT'S WRONG? HOW CAN NOONE SEE WHAT'S WRONG? THAT GIRL IN THERE IS NOT CAMMIE. SHE'S NOT THE GIRL THAT RAN AWAY FROM GALLAGHER TO FIND ANSWERS. THAT GIRL WAS THE CHAMELEON, FULL OF LIFE AND LOVE AND EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ONE OF THE GREATEST PAVEMENT ARTISTS IN THE WORLD, SHE WAS STILL NAÏVE, SHE HAD NO IDEA HOW TO ACT AROUND BOYS, AND SHE COULD NEVER HIDE HER INSECURITIES. BUT THAT GIRL IN THERE? THAT'S NOT CAMMIE. SHE'S LOST, THAT GIRL IS LIKE A SHELL OF A GIRL SHE USED TO BE. SHE ISN'T THE SISTER WE LOST AND I REALLY DON'T THINK THAT GIRL IS EVER COMING BACK AND I HATE CAMMIE FOR LEAVING AND I HATE HER. I HATE HER SO GODDAMN MUCH BECAUSE I NEVER GOT TO SAY GOODBYE AND I DON'T THINK IM EVER GOING TO SEE MY SISTER AGAIN BECAUSE THAT GIRL IN THERE SURE AS HELL ISN'T CAMMIE."
Cammie's P.O.V-
Hearing Bex's words cut like a knife. I know she didn't mean to hurt me but she was right. I wasn't the same girl who had left so many months ago and I don't think I'll ever be her again. Clutching to Zach, I could barely handle the pain as another sob wracked through my frail body.
"I'm sorry…" I whispered under my breath, but of course being the assassin he is, Zach picked up on it.
"Gallagher Girl, don't listen to her. Bex is just upset you left without her, don't take any of this to heart. We know this is hard for you and we're all here for you."
Even Zach's support couldn't comfort me as Bex continued to scream at Grant, talking about the mysterious girl covered in scars who had returned. Sobs continued to wrack my body, getting worse as Bex got louder until the pain was too much to bear and I could barely contain the screams that managed to escape every time my body shook.
Zach's P.O.V.-
Watching Cammie cry on the couch was too much to handle. It was clear her fragile body couldn't handle the enormous sobs that continued to escape her body and despite her great attempts to keep them low, her screams weren't exactly as inconspicuous as she thought they were. By the time she was shaking, I couldn't take it any longer and handed her to Macey before making my way outside, quickly catching up to Bex and Grant who stood in a nearby clearing.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BAXTER?" I screamed, using all my willpower to restrain from hitting her. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT GIRL HAS GONE THROUGH? NO, YOU DON'T HAVE A DAMN CLUE. SHE CAN'T EVEN HANDLE BLOODY CRYING BECAUSE OF THE SHIT MY MOTHER PUT HER THROUGH. HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT CATHERINE CAN DO? BECAUSE I GREW UP AROUND IT AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT CAMMIE WAS LUCKY TO GET OUT ALIVE. AND NOTHING, NOTHING BUT CAMMIE'S TRAINING AND SHEER STRENGTH COULD HAVE SAVED HER LIFE. I'VE WATCHED MY MOTHER BRING GROWN MEN TO THEIR KNEES IN SECONDS AND YOU WANT TO CALL CAMMIE OUT FOR BEING DIFFERENT? THAT GIRL HAS SEEN THINGS NOONE, NOONE COULD EVEN IMAGINE AND SHE'S LUCKY SHE'S ALIVE. BUT SHE CAME BACK, SHE'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AND SHE'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO UNSEE OR UNFEEL EVERYTHING MY MOTHER PUT HER THROUGH BUT I KNOW DAMN WELL THAT SOMEWHERE DEEP INSIDE, CAMMIE'S STILL THERE AND SHE NEEDS YOU NOW MORE THAN EVER. THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU LOSING YOUR SISTER BEX, CAMMIE LOST SOMETHING SO MUCH WORSE."
"Herself…" Bex whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as she stared at the ground before racing back to the house.
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