Cammie POV:

I woke up with a splitting headache and sharp pain on my left eye. I looked around the room I was in- it was boy's room but not just any boy's room. Zach's room. My head starting spinning as the memories of last night came flooding back into my mind. When Zach told me he loved me, my mum showing up and her hitting me over the head with a beer bottle. (Explains the eye) I got up out of Zach's bed and walked downstairs to Zach sitting at the bottom of the stairs with his head in his hands crying...

Zach POV:

What boyfriend am I if I can't even protect my girlfriend from her drunken mother? I should have realised sooner, the pain in her back, the sudden fear when anyone asked about her family. But I never once thought she could be getting beaten. Abused.

Last night was still a blur to me, I remember Cammie telling me she loved me back and then carrying her back to mine away from that place she called a home. I lay her on my bed as she was still unconscious, I clean her eye as she got a pretty deep cut there from her mother's beer bottle. I could tell her stomach would be bruised from the punch she got but when I checked it there was already one there. And old one and a couple of scars surrounding it. Pain and fury filled my body looking at the lifeless venerable body lying there battered and bruised.

I was going to protect my Gallagher Girl no matter what.

Cammie POV:

"Hey Zach, sorry about last night you shouldn't of had to see all that. I'd understand if you want to leave a messed up girl like me, I wouldn't blame you" I told Zach pain dripping off every word and I told my love he could leave me. His emerald eyes filled with confusion and love "I would never leave you Gallagher Girl, I love you. I am going to protect you for ever and back, I love you too much it is just an instinct now. We are going to sort this whole damn thing out by calling the police. But before we do you need to tell me everything" he said the last words slowly and if I couldn't understand them; his voice filed with love abs hurt. I was so overwhelmed by the face he actually cared I just walked into the living room hoping he followed.

"Zach I love you more than life itself, but we can't call the police- not yet anyway." I said to Zach before said him a pleading look. "Why? Just tell me when it all began and why it all began" I nodded and close my eyes breathed in and told him the story; the secret.

~~~~ THE SECRET ~~~~

"It all started a couple of months after my father died- so 10 years ago I was six. She would start drinking every Saturday night at wake up hung-over on the Sunday. I knew it was best to keep out of the way so I locked myself in my bedroom blocking out the sobs of my widowed mother.

But one night when I was 13 I came home and her drinking problem had spiralled out of control when there was never a moment she was sober- I had three jobs surrounding school just to keep our chins above water. So I walked in from my shift at the local diner at about 11 and was going upstairs to start my homework. Then she appeared in the shadows staggering over to me pain and anger filled her face. She was shouting the odds calling me all the names under the sun and just as I thought she was retreating back to the vodka bottle on the kitchen table she hit me. Hard. I fell straight to the floor hitting my head on the way down causing blood to trickle down my face like a steam over a mountain. She laughed at me as I lay there broken. She starts kicking lumps out of me. I couldn't go to school for a week just to allow the cuts to heal slightly and my body to regain strength and stop aching.

I wore jeans and jumpers for months until one day I had to wear a t shirt as I was out of jumpers. Then at school my jacket I had on the cover it got set alight in chemistry and then everyone saw my scars and bruises. So my mum moved me around a lot. Then when I was 15 she sent me to Gallagher so she didn't have to see me; her drinking problem had calmed down loads since I was out of her hair. Then she got offered a job here so we moved and her drinking started to spur up again and se would be drinking every other day as she was working every other day. She stops physically beating me I for the odd punch of bottle thrown- nothing major. Until I came in one day and she beat me up so bad my back cut open and then she beat me up last night and now when I go home she will give me another beating and then we'll move because you know." I breathed as Zach stares down to me in agony as tears rolled down my face and also his. Zach was crying over me.

"This is crazy! You're not going back there you're staying here with me. We will call the police she will get arrested and a you can live with Bex I whoever it will be fine" Zach shouted to me, tears rolled down my face "it isn't a fairy tale, there won't be a happy ending" I said as Zach crashed his lips on to mine his hands finding my waist and pulling me onto his lap as I raked my finger through his hair. It was magical cause I felt no pain just love. It was almost too good to be true; Zach pulled back and then held me onto his chest. "We have to call them it's out only hope to keep you safe" he said rocking me calmly as I cried onto his shoulder. I nodded and buried my head further into Zach's chest and crying myself to sleep.

A/N I think the next chapter will be the last maybe another one after that not quite sure. Thanks for everyone who is reading it, from the reviews it seems you like it which is good considering it's my first story. Please keep reviewing and thanks to everyone who is I love reading them! :)