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Chapter 11 – The Replacement's Warning

May 4th, Sunday, 8:45 AM

Katie's POV

I rolled off of James, giggling. "You know," I informed him, "you are really terrible for a good night's sleep."

He smirked. "I didn't hear you complaining thirty seconds ago. If I recall, you were too busy screaming my name."

I playfully shoved his shoulder. "You're horrible."

He kissed my nose. "But you love me for it."

I grinned and grabbed his face, pulling his mouth to mine.

When we finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine, panting. "So, am I forgiven?"

I smiled. "You're forgiven."

He returned the smile. "I'm glad." He pressed his lips to mine sweetly, hand cupping my face.

I laid my head against his shoulder, sighing contentedly. "It's too bad we're going to be dead by this time in two weeks," I said, half-joking.

"If we do get out of here alive, you should move out to LA," he said, pressing his face into my hair and sniffing.

"Are you sniffing my hair? And why would I move out to LA?"

"Yes I am. And so that we can be together. You can transfer to another college out there. I'll even pay for the tuition."

"Why are you sniffing my hair? And I don't know…"

"Because it smells good. And what do you mean you don't know?"

"You're weird. And I mean, I don't know."

James pulled away from me. I guess something in my voice must have thrown him off. "Katie? What is it?"

I sighed, fiddling with the covers. "It's just – I mean, it's so easy to make promises when we've pretty much got a death sentence. But what happens if we actually do get off of the ship? What happens then? Do we really follow through with everything?"

James slipped his fingers under my chin and turned my head so that he could look into my eyes. "Yes

Katie, that's exactly what happens. Because I've been thinking of this since the moment we broke up. So I know I'll follow through with my promises."

I'm not going to lie, there was voice inside my head that was screaming at me that I was being stupid, that this was just a spur of the moment deal, that he wouldn't think twice about me if we ever got off of this damn ship. And then there was another voice yelling at the first voice, insisting that James meant it.

James sighed and pushed the covers back. "I see."

"No – James – "

"I'm forgiven, but you still don't trust me," he said, sounding both sad and hurt. He reached for his boxers and slipped them on.

"James – " but what could I say? I did forgive him, but I wasn't sure I could trust him. I wasn't sure I knew how.

"No Katie, it's okay, I understand."

"No, you don't!"

I crawled out of bed, and James immediately tossed me his shirt, I guess so that he didn't have to argue with me when I was naked.

I slid it on and walked over to him. "James, for the past three years, the only person who I can honestly say I've trusted is my mom. And even her…I mean, I trust her with my wellbeing, but I don't trust her with everything. After the fight three years ago, it felt like everyone betrayed my trust, and I think I forgot how to trust people. Sometimes, I think I forgot how to love people."

There was a long hesitation, in which James took that in, but when he spoke, his voice was hoarse. "It – it isn't easy living in LA, Katie. Out there, no one really knows what it's like to be truly happy with just one person. No one knows what love is. It's like an entire different planet from Minnesota. And sometimes I think I forgot how to love. I was a coldhearted bastard to you, and I used to worry that maybe that fucked me up. Maybe it did. Maybe I am fucked up. Maybe we're both fucked up now."

"Maybe I was too young," I said softly. "I was only 16 and you were 19, and we were having sex. That's so young, and I wasn't…I wasn't prepared the night it happened for the first time."

"Maybe I was too pushy," he replied quietly. "Maybe I let my hormones take over. I wasn't thinking about how sleeping with you was going to affect you. I only knew what I wanted, and…and all I wanted was to be with you. But maybe it was too rushed. Maybe if we had talked things over, figured things out, maybe…no, if we hadn't had sex, Griffin wouldn't have had anything to blackmail me with. The night we broke up wouldn't have happened."

I took a tentative step towards James, and then another, until I reached him. "All I know is that, even though I don't know if I can trust you, I love you so much, and I don't think I can handle losing you again.

I need you, James. I need you so badly." I felt my voice crack slightly.

James closed the distance between us, his arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me flat against him. "I need you too, Katie," he murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "I just wish there was something I could do to erase everything that had happened."

"It's our past, it makes us who we are…it makes our relationship what it is. And I don't regret it, now that I know what really happened. Actually, I don't think I ever really regretted it."

"Do you mean that?" he asked me.

"Yeah. Yes, I do."

He kissed me. "Once we get out of this mess, I'm going to make sure that we're together, always."

I giggled. "You are such a hopeless romantic."

"Maybe…or maybe I'm just in love."

I smiled. It was cheesy, but it was true. Love does the strangest things to people. Apparently it made me into a total fool, and it made him into a hopeless romantic.

James glanced at the clock. "Come on, it's almost 9. We should go down to breakfast. I'm starving, and I bet you are, and if you're pregnant, then you have a tiny, day-old fetus that you need to feed."

I sighed. He was right, I was famished, with my stomach growling with hunger. I hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours, and neither had he…well, not in the traditional sense, anyway. But I really didn't want to leave the peace and comfort of our room. Plus, it was like being back with him was reminding me of how strong a person's sex drive could be.

"We should shower before going down to the dining room," James continued, ignoring the slightly downcast look on my face. "Because I'm pretty sure both smell like sex."

"But it's such a good smell," I retorted with a smirk. "I know how much you love it."

He grinned back. "Yeah, but certain people will hate the smell on you. Besides, it's fucking sexy – which might be the point – and I might lose control. It's not worth the bloodshed. Besides, do you really want me fucking you on the table?"

Yes. It'd be hot.

"Yes," I said, echoing my thoughts. "It'd be hot."

He groaned. "You're not good for my sanity, you know that right?"

"Of course."

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Come on you," he said, rubbing his nose

against mine. "Let's go take a shower." He began moving towards the bathroom, still carrying me.

"Together?"

"No, I have a mouse in my pocket."

"Oh, okay. Is he cute? What's his name? Can I hold him?" I teased.

"He's very cute, although not quite as adorable as you. His name's George, and yep, you can hold him if you can handle sharp little teeth."

"You named a hypothetical mouse George?"

James rolled his eyes as we reached the bathroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and pushed his lips against mine forcefully.

I am good!

Logan's POV

The second I stepped into the dining room, I could feel Stephanie's accusing gaze on me. Oh no. Was she never going to let this drop? I didn't rape her! I don't know what happened, I don't know how we ended up in bed together, but I am very confident that we never had sex! And I wish she would realize that, so that she would stop treating me like this, and so that she won't feel so…I don't know…I guess robbed. Depraved. Filthy.

I ignored her and instead just went up to the buffet table…where there was no food. What the fuck?

"The cook was killed last night, sometime after dinner," Carlos said tiredly. "The kitchen staff found his body, along with Captain Montgomery's. They're making breakfast right now, but it's going to take a little while, since they're in shock."

"We figured out what the clue meant early this morning," Kendall added. "The one about 'blood on the ice'. The Replacement meant the refrigerator. We found them, but we didn't know what to do with them." He sighed and dropped his head into his hands. "So we – we put them back in the – in the – in the fridge."

I gulped. "That's horrible," I said sympathetically. "Wait – who's we?"

"Me, Mom, Carlos, and Stephanie."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

I sat down beside him, just as several of the kitchen staff walked in, looking white and tired and sad, but

pushing trays of breakfast food.

For the first time, I wondered how the staff had gotten roped into this. Had they come with the ship, or had they been hired personally by The Replacement?

"I've been thinking," I spoke up.

"There's a shocker," Kendall deadpanned.

"Shut up. Anyway, I was thinking…that The Replacement must be somewhere on the ship, since he seems to know our every move, plus he's already killed two people."

"Okaaay…"

"So, if we're going to get off of the DLS-S Cruise alive, we need to find The Replacement and – "

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," Carlos halted me, holding up his hand. "You want us to find the psycho that lured us onto the ship in the first place?"

"Yeah, because – "

"But we'd be walking right into a trap! It's in every lame horror movie! You never go looking for the psycho! Never!"

I sighed. "But those are just movies. This is reality! And – and the way I've got it figured, if we can do something about The Replacement, then we can get off the ship alive."

"And what do you propose we do?" Stephanie demanded, eyes flashing. "Kill him?"

"I hadn't gotten that far," I admitted.

She snorted. "Terrific."

"Hey! He's going to kill us! This is self-defense!" I cried.

She snorted again. "Oh puh-leeze."

"Are you saying that we should buy him roses and chocolate while he tries to kill us? Stephanie, think about it! I'm not saying it's morally right, but…it's a necessary evil."

"Of course it's a necessary evil. Everything's always a necessary evil with you," she spat.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

She just stared at me, loathing in her eyes.

"So you'd rather us be killed? I'm not even saying we should kill The Replacement! I'm saying we should do something about him! Like maybe knock him out or something! I don't know, we just need to do something so that we can escape the ship alive!"

"Whatever," she huffed out.

"That's it!" I felt myself lose control. "You are such a fucking bitch! You hate me for something that I didn't even do!"

"What's going on here?" James asked as he and Katie stepped into the room, jaws dropping at my words.

"Nothing," I muttered. "Nothing at all."

"No," Stephanie spoke up, as Mrs. Knight walked in with Kelly and Gustavo, Griffin following closely behind. Camille and Jo walked in behind them, rubbing their eyes, looking like they had only gotten about fifteen minutes of sleep the night before. "You want to know what happened?"

Here we go…

"Logan, Doctor Logan Mitchell, raped me five years ago!"

"And for the last time, no I didn't!"

Carlos's jaw dropped. "YOU DID WHAT?" he hollered, leaping to his feet, and facing me down.

"I DIDN'T! Look, we got drunk, I don't know what happened, and we woke up the next morning in my bed! She was naked, but I was only half-naked!"

"You roofied my drink!"

"Can you prove it, Stephanie?" I hissed. "Can you prove that it wasn't just alcohol? Can you prove that something else happened besides, who knows? Making out? Maybe just a friendly game of Go Fish?"

"She doesn't have to prove anything!" Carlos yelled at me. "If she says you raped her – girls have a sixth sense about that sort of thing!"

"Yeah? Well, if she did get raped, it wasn't by me! That much I do know! Come on, Carlos, you know me, you've known me since peewee hockey! Would I do that?"

Carlos fixed me with an icy look. "How the fuck should I know?" he snarled. "I haven't seen you in three years. You're the reason Big Time Rush broke up in the first place!"

James opened his mouth to say something, I don't know what, but before he could get the words out, Carlos pushed past me, paused, and then whirled around on his heel and punched me right in the face, knocking me to the ground.

"Carlos!" James hollered, as he and Kendall leapt in, Kendall grabbing Carlos to keep him from launching himself on me again. James helped me to my feet as Kendall pinned Carlos's arms to his side.

"He deserved it," Carlos spat.

"No I didn't! I know what Stephanie thinks happened, but it didn't happen! I would never touch her like that! I would never do that to a girl! For heaven's sake, Carlos, I was in love with Camille!"

I glanced over at Stephanie, and saw, for the first time, a flicker of doubt in her eyes – she was beginning to wonder if she had been wrong about me. But then I looked over at Camille, whose face was blank and frozen.

"I DIDN'T RAPE STEPHANIE!" I screamed, feeling oddly like I was at a court trial, and if I was found guilty, I would be sentenced to death. "Please…" I added desperately, James still holding onto me, "you have to believe me…"

Camille just let out a sob, spun on her heel, and fled from the scene. Jo threw me a sad look, and hurried after her.

"I didn't – " I felt my voice break. "Please…please believe me…I would never do that!"

But everyone just stared at me like I was a stranger.

Covering my face with my hands, I dashed out of the room, blinking back tears, choking on a sob.

I was framed! And no one, not even my oldest friends, believed that I was innocent. No one believed me. No one…

Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind.

"What the – "

The next thing I knew, I was dragged through the lobby, a hot, leather gloved hand covering my mouth to keep me from screaming. I tried to bite down on the hand, but the person's hand just increased the pressure.

Oh great. Just what I needed today. To be kidnapped. This just made everything so much better.

I felt someone tie a blindfold over me, and the next thing I knew, my hands were being forced out in front of me, and I felt something metal being clapped over my wrists, binding them together. Handcuffs?

I couldn't tell, but I knew I was scared. I could feel the innards of my stomach turning hot and twisting as each second passed both agonizingly slow yet painfully fast. Was I about to get killed? Was my body going to end up in the refrigerator? Would anyone ever believe that I was innocent?

Those were the thoughts that flew through my mind after I was handcuffed, in mere seconds, at the speed of light.

A cloth was yanked taught across my mouth and knotted at the back of my head.

I was steered in, well, I'm not sure which direction, since pretty much all of my senses had been cut off. But the next thing I heard, one of the only of my five senses that hadn't jammed, was a door open. And then I felt heavy hands on my back, and the next thing I knew, I was tumbling down. I felt a sharp pain in my head, and then everything in my mind went black.

Jo's POV

"Camille!" I called, racing after her. "Camille, please come back!"

All I could hear were her sobs as she ran through the ship with me following her as fast as I could. I finally caught up to her on the deck of the ship. She was leaning on the railings, her dark hair blowing in the heavy wind.

"Camille," I panted. "Camille…"

She answered me with a sob.

"Cami…Cam…I'm sure Logan was telling the truth! He's Logan for crying out loud! He doesn't go around raping girls! Come on, he loved you! And he and Stephanie were friends before that – that happened! And he probably wouldn't even know where to get roofies!"

"But – but – but Stephanie – " she sobbed out.

"Stephanie thinks what she thinks, and I'm sure she has every right to. But…"

"But?"

"Maybe she was raped that night," I admitted. "But maybe it wasn't by Logan. Didn't he make that suggestion? Look, I don't think any girl in her right mind is going to lie about being raped. That's just…that's beyond wrong. And I don't think that any girl in her right mind is going to immediately assume she was raped, because it is such a horrible possibility. Who wants to face that? I just don't think it was Logan. Who knows what really happened that night? For all we know, he could have stumbled across her after – after it – after it happened, and he brought her back to his place to comfort her."

"She was naked and he was half-naked!"

"Which does not constitute sex! Maybe her dress was ripped or…maybe she lost it or something…I mean, the girl was raped! But my point is, Logan was probably just being a nice guy…maybe he was drunk, but since it's him, I'm sure he was still being fairly gentleman-ly. But if she was roofied, who's to say she's going to remember that part? She obviously doesn't remember that night. So…so…So she's assuming that Logan was the one who raped her, when he probably only happened to stumble across her and decided to help her out, only things went wrong."

"But can we prove it?"

"No," I admitted. "Not unless we find the actual rapist and get him to tell us what happened. And the chances of that are slim to none."

"But you don't think it was Logan."

"No. No, I don't."

Camille sighed. "Well, honestly Jo, I don't know what to think. I don't know him anymore. And I had no idea about – about that happening. Maybe you're right, but maybe Stephanie's hunch is correct."

"Yeah, and maybe we're going to happen upon a flying elephant," I snapped.

"He left me, Jo! He fucking just upped and left me to go train to be a doctor! He didn't even want to be with me enough to apply to a school in Los Angeles! No! Instead, he applied to a school out in fucking nowhere Minnesota! And after – after – "

"After what?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Never mind," she spat. "All I know is, it was his choice to leave, not mine! At least you had a choice when you and Kendall split up. You were lucky. Kendall loved you enough to let you go and do what you needed to do, and you left him. Logan didn't love me enough to even tell me that he was applying to a college out of state and I wanted him to stay. How is that fair?"

"Camille…it was for my career..." I sniffed slightly, feeling a lump growing in my throat.

"Oh yeah, it was for your career! How amazing! Those were the same. Fucking. Words that Logan used on me when I confronted him about it! 'It's for my career, Cam,' he said. And then I didn't see him for three fucking years!"

"I'm sure he had a reason – "

"Yeah, the same one as you! You're both selfish bitches!"

I took a step back. I knew she was angry and hurt and lashing out at me, but that didn't mean that those words didn't hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Cam – "

"You're a selfish bitch! You and Logan both!"

"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" came a voice from the entranceway. We both turned to find Kendall marching over to us, face red and green eyes blazing.

"How dare you call her a selfish bitch!" he roared at Camille. "You're the one who used to use Logan for your damn rehearsals! He's been slapped so many times that his face probably permanently stings!"

"Just fuck off," she spit out. "You don't know anything about the situation with me and Logan!"

"And you don't know anything about Jo's and my situation!"

"Kendall," I murmured, "she's hurt and upset."

"That doesn't give her the excuse to call you a selfish bitch!"

"Oh, just go suck yourself or something," Camille snarled.

My jaw dropped. "CAMILLE – !"

Kendall glared at her. "That the best you got, Cami?"

"STOP!" I screeched. "We're all fighting amongst ourselves! We can't do that, or else The Replacement wins!"

"Too late for that," Camille snarled. "I'm going to go find Stephanie and apologize for Logan's…God, I can't even put a name to it."

"YOU BITCH!" I screamed at her. "You're as bad as The Replacement, all ready to go and ruin his life for no reason except on Stephanie's word! SHE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT NIGHT!"

Camille sent me a look that promised certain pain. "Just…go jump into the ocean or something."

"You don't listen to reason, do you?" Kendall hissed at her.

"Not when it's coming from someone who's exactly like Logan, minus the rape charge." And with those words, she turned on her heel and stalked into the ship, like the prima donna bitch she seemed to think she was.

I turned to look at Kendall. "Thanks for, um, defending me. She's just…"

"Hurt and upset, yeah, you said that."

"Well, she is."

He shrugged. "Doesn't mean she can just call you a selfish bitch or tell you to go jump in the ocean. That's the talk of a desperate person, of someone who wants to believe the worst of someone."

"She wanted to believe the worst of me," I mumbled, leaning on the railings and looking out at the rollicking waves. The sky was blue, the wave caps a perfect foamy white, and it was easily in the high 70s out there. Under any other circumstances, it would have been a great place to have a picnic lunch. But considering the reason we were on the ship in the first place, it just didn't feel right. It just didn't feel right to have fun when we were all sentenced to die in a week and a half. "After what she found out about Logan, she needed to."

Kendall placed his hand on my shoulder. "You didn't leave me, you know. I mean, yeah, you did, but not because you were being selfish. You were willing to stay for me. I'm the one who told you to go, who pushed you to go."

"I still shouldn't have gone," I muttered.

"Yes, you should've," he insisted. "Because if you hadn't, I would have been holding you back, and I would have hated myself for it, and you would have hated me too."

"You're not supposed to choose success over love."

"I chose success and love. I told you to go because I was in love with you, Jo. It might have been one of the hardest decisions I ever had to make, but I knew in the end that it was the right one. It was the only way you wouldn't have hated me."

"I wouldn't have hated you."

"Yes, you would've, because I was the thing that was holding you back."

"Kendall, about the night with Logan – "

"Did you sleep with him?" he asked me point-blankly.

"No," I answered. "No, I didn't."

"Okay then," he said with a sweet smile. "I believe you." He paused. "Are you still pissed at me about being an ex-alcoholic?"

I shook my head. "Maybe I should be, but maybe I was just overreacting. We both have our mistakes, and we shouldn't be jumping on each other about them. But – but don't you want to hear how Logan ended up in my hotel room in New Zealand, in just his boxers? I mean, that was when Big Time Rush was still together, when you went everywhere together."

"Well, I knew he was going to be in New Zealand for some sort of medical thing."

"Yeah."

He looked at me. "Honestly, Jo? I really don't want to know. Not at the moment anyway. I'd just…rather not have the details right now."

"But – but you've been so angry with me for so long," I choked out.

He shook his head. "This conversation's over."

"But – "

He gave me a long look. "I want both you and Logan to tell me," he finally said. "And I don't want it to be in the shadow of Stephanie's rape accusation."

I nodded. "Okay. I can understand that."

He looked at me. "Can I – can I hug you?"

I was shocked by the request. He had never had any reason to ask that before – he had always just done it.

"Of course!"

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me plus against his body. I hugged him back, snuggling my face in his chest. And for the first time in the last week, I felt completely safe.

James's POV

I watched as Logan fled from the dining room, looking like he was trying not to cry. Poor guy. I definitely did not believe that he had raped Stephanie. It was like he had said, Stephanie probably had been raped that night, just not by Logan.

"Nice one, Stephanie," Kendall spat.

"I'm telling the truth!" she cried. "You think I'd lie about that?"

"Why do you have to blame Logan? He would never do that!"

"He's the one I woke up next to!"

Kendall just gave her a dirty look. "I'm out of here, I'm going to go find Jo and Camille." And he marched out of there, looking beyond angry.

"That's circumstantial evidence," I spoke up. "It doesn't mean he did it."

Stephanie paused, biting her lip. "No…no, I guess it doesn't. But that doesn't mean that he didn't do it."

Carlos broke in. "Look, I'm sick and tired of this argument! The point is, my girlfriend was raped by someone and Logan was the one who all the evidence points to!"

Mrs. Knight stepped in. "Listen, I've known Logan for most of his life, and I can honestly say that I don't think he would ever do that. Whatever happened wasn't his fault."

"You can't know that for sure, Jennifer," Griffin said smoothly. "I mean, who's to say that Logan was always such a good boy? For all we know, for one night, he lost all sense of who he is."

I stared at him. "You fucking bastard. You sick, fucking bastard! You hate Logan! I don't know why, but you hate him! What happened? He finally tell you exactly what you are?"

"James, you don't understand what happened."

"You mean I don't know what happened! How can I understand what happened when I don't know what happened in the first place? You want to know why? Because no one has fucking told me!"

"You don't need to know."

I stomped over to him and stood there, face to face with him. "Right," I hissed. "It's always on a need-to-know basis with you. There isn't a word strong enough to describe you, Griffin."

"Hey, hey, hey," Gustavo leapt in. "He signs our paychecks – "

"Not now he doesn't! Those sorts of things, such as who pays us, doesn't matter on the DLS-S Cruise, incase you haven't noticed! We're all going to be killed, just the same, and it doesn't matter how wealthy or powerful or known we are. Status isn't going to save us in the end."

"I never said it was!" Gustavo retorted. "But if we get off this ship – "

"Yeah, let's just focus on actually getting off, okay? Then we can worry about important things like pissing off our boss."

"Just chill," Kelly interrupted. "Gustavo, James is right, who pays us isn't important right now. And I for one think that Griffin," she turned to glare at him fiercely, "is full of shit."

"I am not – " he broke in.

"Yes you are!" I interrupted him. "And I've had enough of this fucking argument! Katie and I haven't eaten in ages, so we're going to go get food, if that's okay with everyone!" I grabbed Katie's hand and dragged her to the buffet table so that we could begin loading plates up with food, as silence fell. Everyone was probably either wondering if Logan really had raped Stephanie, or why Katie and I had gone so long without food. I smirked at the thought.

"Logan didn't rape Stephanie," Katie said quietly. "Anyone who isn't blinded by hate and anger can see that."

I nodded in agreement as I slid about ten pieces of bacon onto my plate.

"Hungry much?" she teased.

I smirked again. "I'm just getting up the energy for later."

"Oooh…is that a promise?"

"Naturally."

"We need to tell everyone about us," Katie whispered to me, head bent as she scooped some scrambled eggs onto her plate.

"I know," I agreed quietly, pouring myself some coffee. "But not now, not in the midst of this whole thing with Carlos and Logan and Stephanie."

"Agreed."

We headed back to the table, where everyone was eating in stiff, angry silence.

It wasn't until we were almost finished with breakfast that Mama Knight spoke up. "We, uh, we found the Captain's body early this morning."

Katie and I both looked up at her. "Where was it?" I asked.

"In the – in the kitchen fridge…with the cook's body…"

Both Katie's and my jaws dropped.

"Oh my God…" Katie breathed out. "The cook…the cook's dead too?"

She nodded solemnly.

Katie dropped her head into her hands. "I can't – I can't believe this…"

"Two people down," I murmured. "And…"

"And more to go," Gustavo said with a nod. "The only question is, who's next?"

Camille's POV

I wandered aimlessly around the ship for who-knows-how-long after walking out on Jo and Kendall. In the back of my mind, I knew I was being beyond unreasonable, but I didn't want to admit to it. I was so angry with Logan, after what he did to me…And he didn't even know what he had done! That part just ripped me apart. I had never told him, and he had never asked.

After what felt like forever, I finally reached the lobby again and paused, throwing myself down in a red velvet chair. Who the heck had decorated this place? It looked like it belonged to the French royal family.

I knew I needed to go and find Jo and Kendall and apologize, and then find Logan, so that I could talk to him, no matter how pissed I was. Because what it came down to was, Jo and Kendall were right – Logan would never rape Stephanie. And I knew that, I could feel it, but my brain had scrambled everything, making everything seem so much worse. I mean, the situation was horrible, but…it wasn't because Logan had forced himself on Stephanie. It was because she believed that he had.

I was ripped out of my thoughts by my phone vibrating. Hesitantly, I pulled it out, and opened the new text: Camille, I believe something you're looking for is behind the door to your right. Good luck. – The Replacement.

What the fuck?

Was it worth it? What if it was just a trap, and The Replacement locked me in?

My phone buzzed again with a second text from The Replacement: Leave the door open if you're so scared! But believe me, this'll be worth it…You might save someone's life. –The Replacement.

Wow, that was creepy. It was like The Replacement could see me. Actually, he probably could. He probably had cameras on me and everything. Just…freaky…

"Fine!" I said aloud, getting to my feet angrily. "I'll go check!"

I marched to the door The Replacement had been talking about and opened it. All I could see was darkness.

I held my phone out, like a flashlight, and quickly located a light switch off to the right side of the door. I flicked it on, and saw a flight of stairs encased by two walls. And at the bottom of them was…

"LOGAN!" I screamed, and dashed down the stairs as fast as I could without breaking an ankle.

He was just laying there in a crumpled heap, a blindfold over his eyes, his hands handcuffed in front of him, and a gag over his mouth.

Oh my God…

I reached the bottom of the stairs and grabbed him, rolling him over onto his back and ripping the black handkerchief that had been used to cover his eyes from his head, and yanking the black ball of cloth from his mouth.

I ripped his button-up shirt open and put my hand to his heart while watching his chest. After several long, heart pounding seconds (for me), I could see his chest rising and falling, and I could feel his heart beating under my fingertips.

He was still alive, just unconscious.

"Oh thank goodness," I choked out, letting out the breath that I didn't even know I had been holding.

I cradled his face, running my fingers over the planes of his cheeks. He was alive, he would be okay…

I had to get the others, I needed help, I didn't know the first thing about treating someone who had obviously been pushed down a flight of stairs, and the one person who would was the one who was unconscious!

Just as I was about to stand up, my phone went off again: This is a warning: Anyone who threatens to seriously mess with me will be messed with right back. Right down a flight of stairs, out into the ocean, the possibilities are endless. And it will be in the most cruel way possible, instead of just a quick, simple death. You have been warned. –The Replacement.

Wow...lots of drama in this chapter! I mean, there always is, but hey, check it out! Something else bad happened! The Replacement is just messing with them...

Anyway, I finished my last final today, so I have about 3 1/2 weeks off, so I'm HOPING that I'll be updating a little faster now :)

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