Sup people? IDK why but I had fun writing this chapter. I hope you have fun reading it!

Cam POV

I was in a darker room now, they had moved me farther underground. My guess was that they heard that people were looking for me, and had to keep me even more of a secret. At least I hoped that people were looking for me. Were they just leaving me here? Do they think I ran away and expect me to come back? Are they sick of chasing me all around? No! No, I couldn't think like that. That is what will break me faster. Of course they would look for me, right? I mean, there's my mom, and Bex, and Zach. At least one of them will think I'm worth saving. I'm so stupid. Why did I run away a year ago? We did get some answers, but everybody I love lost trust in me. Was that worth it? Maybe, I guess I would have a ton of time to answer that question in this dark whole.

It had been about a 7 weeks since the night I was taken. And frankly, I had not gotten any closer to escaping. Actually, it had just gotten worse. I was always by myself in my cell. And trust me, there was no way I was getting out of there in the state I was in. So basically, I was a damsel in distress and was relying on other people to save me. Which didn't really work with me.

I was starting to second guess if I could take this much longer. I was asked about the flash drive again, and still had no idea what they were talking about. My old bruises were heeling, but new ones were forming. My right eye was closed shut from the swelling. I had been slugged the other day, and now had a black eye. Isn't my life amazing at the moment? I was still served the same disgusting mush twice a day. But now, it was practically thrown at me. Kids, see what you get for misbehaving? I bet your parents don't give you black eyes and throw food at you.

I heard the door to my cell open and I turned from my established corner. Instead of the very heavily muscular men, and petite women with a very large gun came in. She nudged me with her foot like a dog.

"Get up! Up! Out!" She screamed at me. I quickly jumped up and with the gun in my side, I slowly walked wherever the women was leading me. Nobody ever told their names around here, so I didn't know who any of these people were.

The lady pushed me into another dark room and shoved me into a very uncomfortable chair that I was strapped into. I saw a white sheet in the wall in front of me. Suddenly, a picture appeared from a projector hanging from the ceiling. I stopped breathing. It was a picture of Liz. Elizabeth Sutton was smiling, with an adorable hair cut and books in her arms. I sat in silence for a few moments with my jaw hanging open. I suddenly realized what this was. This was torture. The women cleared her throat.

"You know who this is, don't you." She said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. So I didn't answer. The lady spoke again, "you and your friends call her 'Liz', and you have known her since seventh grade." I still didn't speak. We both knew I didn't need to, the women had more information than I knew. She let me take in the picture some more, and then changed the slide.

The next picture was one of Macey. She was laughing at something. She was wearing her favorite little leather skirt with a crop top. I could see a drug store in back of her. It was taken in town right out side of the Gallagher Academy.

"This ones name is Macey, the presidents daughter. She's the newest girl of your little group. But she caught up to you fast didn't she?" The women smiled. After a few moments, the slide switched again.

This one, of course, was of Bex. Beautiful Bex. She was smiling, her hair blowing in back of her from the wind. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress. This was also taken in town, but she was with Grant.

"And This is Rebecca, or 'Bex', and Grant." She said, "Bex is your best friend in the world. And Grant is her boyfriend and your friend." The first three made me want to cry. This picture sat longer than the others.

The women finally changed the picture to a picture of Josh and Noah together. I didn't know where it was taken, but they were both in Blackthorne uniforms.

"And this is Joshua and Noah. Both mean something very important to Elizabeth and Macey, but also are your friends." This picture wasn't up for very long. But I was dreading the next one. There was only one left. And I knew it would hurt some of the worst.

When the slide switched, I winced at the first glance. I stared at Zach, hand in his pockets. He was grinning, and I almost started balling right then and there. It hurt just as much as my best friends' pictures, maybe even a tad more. When the women spoke this time, evil poured in her voice.

"And this picture, is of the one you really love. This is Zachary Goode, the boy of your dreams." She chuckled at that. And if I could have, I would have knocked the lights out of her right then and there. I was even more enraged when the picture changed again. There was Zach again, but he was holding me, kissing me. We were on the roof of the Gallagher Academy mansion. I was sitting in is lap, with my arms thrown around his neck. He was squeezing my waist. It was a beautiful picture, and meant more than words. But at that time, it seemed more like a death hole. The women didn't say anything at that picture, she didn't need to. The projector was shut off and the the lights came on and the room was a blinding white. I felt a tear slide down my face. But I only let one fall. I had to stay strong. I couldn't let them get to me.

"As you probably already know, these are all people we can hurt and also eliminate very easily. And if you do not cooperate, like you have not been, we will not be afraid to go to those measures." She said wickedly.

I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. "I have told you a million times, I do not know what flash drive you guys are asking me about! My father never told me about any flash drive at all!" I was crying hard by then. I felt her heel of her shoe dig into me foot.

"We will have to see about that." She responded. I was shoved back into my cell. I tripped and scraped my knees on the concrete floor. I was actually thankful for the pain and dripping blood. It gave me something to focus on besides my almost dead heart. I stopped crying. I wasn't given much water anyway. After seeing those pictures, I knew that my friends would come for me. Or at least look for me. Some part of me knew that they would get me out of here. I don't know, it was strange, but I just felt it. Maybe it was just wishful thinking.