Chapter 8

Okay, you may not realize it, but cutting out presentable thoughts from these peoples minds is hard. Especially when they are with each other. I'm starting to think this is more lust than love, some of these thoughts. If they were living in England they wouldn't last a minute before gossip started flowing through the bloody countryside. Anyway here's the interview.

Conversation and thoughts from 9AM to 10AM in Rome:

"Ah Cammie dear, how lovely to see you."

"How terrible to see you to"

"Now don't be like that honey, Zach."

Clink of metal.

"Cammie, Zach's sorry if they hurt you."

"Of course he has to chain me. You scared I'll kill your son Mrs. Goode."

"You mean yu aren't on speaking terms with my Zach. Well that's too bad, he would have been nice to you."

Yeah right."

"Zach, Cammie's fine"

"Well, I'll ask you once before we get violent. What did your father mean by the game you played when you were little."

"Nothing! How am I supposed to know? I was little for Christ's sake!"

"Ahh, but you were a little spy, you would know."

Sound of punch.

Zach: It took all the control in the world for me not look away as my mother beat upon the girl I loved. She kept demanding that Cammie tell her what Matthew had meant when he mentioned that game. Cammie, my brave Gallagher Girl, grew more resistant with every punch, kick, and taunt.

Cammie: With each blow that Zach's mom laid upon me, I grew more determined to bring these people down.

Conversation:

"Fine then" Gasp "You'll take more persuasion. I'll enjoy this." slow, menacing chuckle. "Take the girl to her father while we get the next stage of interrogation ready.

Cammie: Two burly men escorted me down more halls making several twists and turns. We ended up at a door that was obviously much used. They put in a key and turned it.

Zach : My mother turned to me, "And now we shall have some fun." She turned on a TV on the wall.

Cammie: They were about to open the door when one said, "Wait," he pulled out a syringe and before I knew it, put it deep into my arm. Slowly he pushed down I gasped. They then opened the door and threw me inside.

Zach: As the guards closed the door. My mother turned to me. "We'll keep giving her injections over the next 48 hours and then, like her father, the great Cammmie Morgan will break like glass."

"What is it?"

"All in good time son, all in good time."

Cammie: Dazed, I looked up. The cell was much like my own except with one main difference. There was someone else there.

My father leaned down and looked into my eyes. "Cammie?" he inquired. "Are you okay?"