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Zach's POV
She was gone. I knew it. She disappeared once Summer break started, and I had always been carrying the hope that she would come back once school started. According to her besties, she never ever missed even the few days before school started. She would come back to get things straight before school officially started. It was the day before school was going to start. There was no sign of her. My Gallagher Girl. It was entirely my fault, for suggesting to her to run away, which she did.
Now wasn't the time to mop. I needed her back, as did everyone else. I had to go and find her. I was about to go out of my room when someone knocked. It was Mrs. Morgan. She looked so different from the first time I saw her, and now she looked as though the sky had fallen.
"Zach," she said, her voice shaking, "Read this." She handed an envelope to me. I took it over and glanced at the title. What could possible be worse than losing my Gallagher Girl?
I was wrong. The title read:
Addressed to: Headmistress of Gallagher Academy
From: Mrs. Goode, Circle of Cavan
Taking a deep breath, I opened the envelope and started to read. It was written in deep cursive, in black fountain ink pen.
I would like to say hello to you, Mrs. Morgan. I currently have a visitor on hand and I must say you definitely know who it is. She's good, but not good enough. Below are some strands of hair, which you might perhaps want to try for DNA? Be sure that I will send you weekly updates on my visitor, and I will definitely treat her very well. Farewell, Goode
I looked at the strands of hair, in that familiar shade of dishwasher Blonde. God, what had they done to her? It was hair now, what was next? I couldn't help feeling a sense of disgust rise up within me. We had to do something fast.
Cammie's POV
I would not tell. I would not tell. It had been 14 days since they held me captive. School at Gallagher would have started. Catherine had been questioning me, but I would rather die than to tell her the truth.
In return for that, I had been tortured. Yes, tortured. It was possibly the worst thing that could happen to a spy. I had quite a countable number of dried gashes along my arms and legs. They hurt but I was pretty sure Catherine was not going to stop. But now, at least I completed my task. I was pretty sure my besties could solve the problem and eventually find it at the safe house, where Macey had ran away to before. But now, I couldn't help thinking that I had abandoned my Mum. A lump rose in my throat but I knew I was being watched. I could not let them see me cry. No matter what they did to me, I would not succumb and let them see the weak side of me.
The door opened. Catherine walked in with a knife, and started her daily torture.
"Tell me! Tell me!" she shrieked. I shook my head obstinately.
"Fine then you foolish girl. Let's see how long you last."
By the time she left, the mat I was lying on was soaking in blood, and I felt sick, to the pit of my stomach.
~Rernay