Okay so I've actually read a few stories(I barely have time to write these things let alone read them) and have decided to add my own commentary to the beginning of this chapter. This will be the last chapter this weekend unless by some miracle of God and nature my English teacher has decided we don't need to right a persuasive on Euthanasia/Of Mice and Men, rehearsals for the school play lighten up, or more hours are added to the day. Since none of this seems possible, you may wait until next weekend. Yes I have a very sick mind if you haven't guessed already and later I plan on pulling some more violent stunts followed by some very romantic speeches.

Akjupiter,xJetx, Crazybabe, and GallagherGirl2: Thanks for the reviews.

And for those who stuck with this story this far thanks for reading and review. My writing gets no better unless it is critiqued. Enjoy, you'll probably hear from me more often now. We left off with Zach gaining his mother's trust and Cammie getting scared over a purple liquid . . .

Chapter 10

Hello dear high ranking spies and politicians. Tis Macey McHenry once again. I am trying to sound strong in the face of danger and am failing miserably. Cammie, I think, has stepped into a bigger pile of poop than she believed she was going to. Her plan had better work because if she dies I will be extremely upset with her. I'll just show you why.

Zach 10AM to 11AM:

I was getting bandaged when my mother walked in. She sat on the hospital style bed next to me and applauded. "You are my son. I am quite proud of you. Maybe," She grinned at me. "I'll let you bring your girlfriend some food. Who knows if you charm her enough we might not have to keep injecting her with our lovely little drug."

"Are you still not going to tell me what that is."

"No you'll find out yourself soon enough. Now," she reached next to her and got a plate of food, "bring this to your honey pie and," she reached behind her and grabbed a needle and the key, "give this to her before you go."

"Wait a minute," I stated before she left, "what about Matthew?"

"He'll share now go," she stated as she stated while walking out the door.

Gotcha Mom." I was bandaged now, the Doctors and Nurses gone. I picked up the plate,needle, and key and left the room. Looking down at the plate I wondered how this would suffice two people. A small pile of mashed potatoes, two tiny pork chops, and ten stringy green beans. I reached the cell door and unlocked the door.

Cammie:

I knew Zach was coming but I stayed where I was. Too even react before he gat there would be sloppy and ruin everything. There was a creak as he unlocked the door and another as he opened it. "Hi," he said in a sweet voice. I stared stubbornly at the wall putting the best pout I could on my face.

"Dad, look what the cat dragged in," I stated smoothly. He finally snapped out of his daze. Whether it was my voice or the smell of food I don't know, but he looked at Zach curiously.

"Cammie come on," Zach pleaded.

"Did you hear something Dad? I think I heard a fart and those are as worthless as dirt." Dad looked at me eyebrows raised.

"Fine be that way," he replied stiffly. "I got you the best food I could. It's not what your used to but you two have to share." I made a disagreeable noise. "Oh and one more thing," he grabbed me and held me like he was going to kiss me. I gasped and looked into his eyes lips slightly parted. "I'm sorry." He slipped the needle into my arm and pushed. When the syringe was empty he dropped me and walked out the door.

"Well if that's a son of bitch if I ever saw one," my Dad said.

"Actually," I stated staring out the door, "that was the truest statement Zach made all day."