Today has been a long ass day.

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CHAPTER 13

If you guessed Zach, then congratulations, you were right.

But instead of smirking at the fact that I was staring at his chest, he looked at me with anger.

"Cameron," I ignored the fact that he didn't use my nickname or the name he had given me.

And even though I was the one that was fully closed, I felt bare.

Like he could see everything. (Although, technically he was in a towel, and I could see almost everything.)

He took a step closer to me. I felt my skin heat up, my heart beat faster.

I was freaking out. I mean what was I supposed to do when a boy in only a towel was literally 3 centimeters away from me? I felt my face flush.

He came closer; I could feel his breath warm on my cheek.

His nose touched mine, I could feel my breath hitch; but he seemed perfectly calm, a smirk growing on his face.

I felt his lips ease slowly towards to mine, his hands gently coming to my sides. I chill ran down my side.

His lips lightly grazed mine before he pushed me out of his room.

And if that wasn't bad enough, he made sure to close and lock the door.

TIME SKIP

"Cameron Anne Morgan, where the hell have you been?" my mom inquired taking a seat across from me behind her desk.

"I think you know that answer." I said my lips barely moving, my head down.

Sure my mom had greeted me with a hug and a kiss and there were tears. But that didn't change the fact that I had left.

And despite my constant change of locations, it was only the end of June and yet I felt as if I hadn't even left at all.

She raised an eyebrow and if to ask for a further explanation.

"Here, there. I really don't know. It seems that I've spent more time running than looking. Why? Why mom? Why does everyone want to stop me, or join me? Can't every one see that I need to do this on my own? That if I want answers I need to go on my own?" I sucked in a quick breath.

"You're so much like your father." I looked up to catch my mother's teary chocolate eyes.

"He also wanted to do things on his own. He never let anyone join his whole plan to take down the Circle. Other than Joe. It's like when he went missing, you took his place," she stiffed a fake laugh, "Even Joe has let you in. And that's something that not even Abby can do."

I laughed. It was short and halfhearted.

A silence followed.

"I'm sorry."

"Honey, I could never make you apologize for being who you are. The amazing, sweet, caring girl me and you father raised you to be. I could never make you apologize for being so much like your father."

"I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for what I did. I shouldn't have- I shouldn't have left. It was wrong." She looked at me with a kindness that I knew I would have to destroy.

"But I have to leave. And trust me when I say I won't be back until I get answers." She looked at me with her eyes wide.

But it was too late, because just like I had found Mr. Solomon's journal before Zach came out and hid it under my shirt; I had a sleeping dart thrown into her neck.

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Later Bitches.

Danie