"I can't leave you. Mom, they'll hurt you." I pleaded, grasping her shirt tightly, refusing to let go.

"Cammie, we have to leave now." Zach said firmly.

"No, please, no." I cried as he took me around the waist and pulled me away. He held me as I struggled to get out of his grip. He pulled me down the hall and then we heard a thud outside. We all froze. The Circle was here. Somehow they had breached security and gotten in. Solomon peered out the window and his expression confirmed this.

Without wasting time, Zach took advantage of my state and towed me away. I didn't dare say a word. I wanted to stay, but I also wanted to live. And if others needed me to survive then I would.

"Where are we going?" I asked quietly.

"You'll see." Zach said.

I would've made some comment but now was definitely not the time. We made our way to my favourite secret passageway. Right when we were inside I heard their voices. They weren't even going to try to be quiet. They wanted us to know that we were trapped.

We quickly, but silently crept to the exit. As soon as we were out we blended in with the shadows. It was dark; my internal clock said it was about 7:38. Our exams were supposed to end in 12 minutes. So much for that happening.

We were about to turn a corner, me in front of Zach, when I gasped and Zach covered my mouth with his hand, pulling me back to him.

Someone had gotten my mom and they had taken her out of the building. They knew I'd try to escape. They hauled her away and then stopped. "Where is she?" The man demanded in a deep voice, pressing a gun to her temple.

Zach tightened his hold over my mouth when I whimpered.

"I will never tell you." My mom said acting like the true Morgans we were.

"Tell me and I won't blow your head off." He threatened.

My mom said nothing. He grabbed her around the neck and pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed in my ears.

My legs became weak like jelly but Zach kept me up.

"Do not make a sound." He warned gently.

My mom had just died for me; no way in hell was I going to make a sound.

He steered me away and we ran to a car that he had parked between a bunch of trees in front of the mansion. He didn't bother wasting time opening and closing the door for me; he knew I was going to get in the car. As soon as I closed the door he sped off, the tires squealed and I cringed. So much for a secret escape.

I buckled my seat belt and threw my bag on the floor between my feet. I was about to ask him again where we were going but he cut me off. "Do you have a phone with you?"

"Yeah. Why?" I picked my bag back up and took it out.

He glanced over at it. "Throw it out the window."

"Why?"

He leaned over, snatched it out of my hands, and threw it out the window himself while saying. "Because they might find a way to track you with it."

"Oh." I looked back at my school, a feeling of loss growing in my chest.

All of a sudden, we heard an extremely loud explosion as the building blew up. Red, orange, and yellow flashed before my eyes as Zach sped up.

"Oh my God." I cried. "Zach." I stretched the vowel in his name with a moan.

"Cammie, turn around." He demanded.

I couldn't. I watched my home burn and crumble. I felt his hand on my chin. "Cammie, look at me." I obeyed. "Everything will be okay. The last thing we need is for you to go back there, that's exactly what they want. I will keep you safe, I promise. Do you trust me?"

I didn't know. I didn't trust anyone fully. The world was such a crazy place there was no way you could trust anyone with all your heart. "Yes. Yes I do." I lied.

Zach carried the black Blackthorne duffel bag over the rocky ground since I tired of carrying it, and tired of the 10 hour long road trip. I just held my bag and the keys to our cabin.

We'd checked into this sort of hotel type thing, only it was crap. And consisted of cabins instead of rooms in one building. Our cabin was number 8 and we had it till the next morning when we'd take off again. Right now it was about 6 in the morning and we were in a completely different city. I think we had drove through 3 or 4. Maybe 5. I don't know.

We walked at a slow pace. Well, I did, Zach just slowed down not to rush me, since I would most likely fall on my face if I went any faster.

"There it is." Zach pointed to our cabin.

"Hallelujah," I sighed. I couldn't wait to just lie down and fall asleep for hours.

When I looked at the 8 too long it started to morph into other numbers. I blinked, yep, that's how tired I was.

I stuck the key in the hole, twisted it right twice and opened the door.

When we were inside I took off my shoes and my feet practically sighed along with me when the touched the soft, dark beige carpet. I closed my eyes and savoured the wonderful feeling.

"Cam."

I opened my eyes. "Mm."

"There's one bed, do you want to take it? I'll sleep on the couch." Zach said.

I shook my head sleepily. "It's a double. We can share it."

He lifted one eyebrow uncertainly. "You sure?"

I nodded. We were both too tired to argue.

He began to sift through the duffel bag pulling out toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a comb. "You wanna use the bathroom first?"

I flopped onto the bed. "I'll use it later. I just want to sleep for 3 weeks."

I could tell he was smirking. I opened one eye and sure enough he was. "Kay, I'll use it."

"Whatever." Lazily, I sat up and pulled out my ponytail, took off my shoes, blazer, and blouse. Basically, most of my uniform. I left my undershirt on and walked over to the duffel bag. I found a pair of comfy pants, took my skirt of, replaced the two, then went to bed. As soon as my head touched the pillow, I was asleep.

I woke up in the evening, approximately at 11. Okay, maybe not evening but night. Beside me, Zach was still sleeping. I stretched and the bed squeaked. I froze, hoping I hadn't woken him. I glanced over at Zach. He hadn't moved or even made a noise of complaint. Carefully, I eased myself off the bed and made my way to the duffel bag. I soundlessly unzipped it, took out a different top and socks. In the bathroom I changed my shirt, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and gathered it into a braid. When I came out Zach was awake. He was going through the bag when he looked up and smirked at me. "Good morning."

"Don't look at me with that smart-ass face. You got up after me." I said.

He resumed what he was doing. "Aha." He took out a box of hair dye and contacts.

"What's that for?" I asked.

"Well, assuming that we're going to be AWOL, we should change our identity." He explained and gestured to the bedside table behind me. "There are our passports."

I took them.

"From now on your name is Aurora Johnson. I'm Lockland Davis." He noticed the horrified expression on my face. "Yeah, I know, they're a bit… Outdated, but they'll do."

I nodded. "Sure. Whatever you say." My picture in the passport had dirty-blonde hair and green eyes. It sort of looked like Alicia Silverstone. "How'd you do this? Alter my picture?"

He got up. "The wonders of technology these days. Cool, huh? All we have to do is replicate these images on ourselves."

In his picture he was also blond and had blue eyes. It was like we were switching eye colours.

He led me to the bathroom, grabbing the desk chair on the way.

He set it in front of the low sink and told me to sit down. I did and unbraided my hair. He tilted my head back and over an hour later we both looked nothing like ourselves.

"You look good as a blond." I said.

He smirked at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Yeah? Well I prefer you as a brunette."

I lifted my head up to his and he touched his lips to mine.

So far, this hiding thing was going well.

Hey guys, I hope you're enjoying this so far. I want to know what your opinion is, do you think this is a good story? I know this isn't really original, I bet every other writer for Gallagher Girls has written about escaping the CoC for sure, so I wanted to make sure that it didn't sound too repetitive. I'm sorry about the hold-up for my others stories, especially Sugar/Revenge. Sorry, I like to abbreviate my stories. This chap's inspiration was the song Unbroken by Stan Walker. I was trying to make it sound heartbreaking, and then I was listening to that song, and I literally almost started crying! So yeah. I was gonna say something else but I forgot =) As usual.

Ivoryyy

PS. here r some pics of what the cabin basically looks like. Just get rid of the spaces between the dots and stuff.

http://www. tripadvisor. com/LocationPhotos-g758161-Kleena_Kleene_Chilcotin_British_Columbia. html