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Cam POV

I flicked on the TV and watched as the news flashed different headlines. I watched the major headlines and then switched over. There was officially NOTHING on.

I heard the door slam open and then looked around.

Zach limped in to the room. "Oh my god!" I gasped when I saw his face, the bruises stretched from his temple all the way to his jaw on both sides. Jumping off my seat at the counter, I ran up to him, "What happened?" I asked and I took the bag off his shoulder – having to dump it on the floor quickly because it was so heavy.

"Why do you care?" he spat at me as he wiped a trickle of blood from his face. "Where's Grant?" he asked and I shrugged as I grabbed the first aid box from the cupboard.

"In the barn, I think." he looked at me. "Sit down." I said and I help him ease himself in to the stool. "This is going to hurt." I muttered as I put some sort of alcohol based disinfectant on a cotton pad. "What happened?" I asked again.

He looked up at me and then shook his head slightly, "I went in to town, I had to get away from..." he trailed off.

"Me?" I added and he laughed.

"From you." He stopped again and I looked in to his emerald eyes, trying to find what was hidden there.

I sighed, "And?" I asked, this was like getting blood out of a stone, it never happens.

"And, what do you think happened?" he was going cold again, for two minutes I got to see the real Zach Goode. It's better than nothing, I guess.

"Fine." I said and I started to walk away, "I don't need this, I was trying to be nice." I said and I threw the bottle of disinfectant at him. "Next time, I won't flipping bother."

"Sorry." He said and he tried to stand up.

I motioned for him to sit and he sat, for once not arguing. "You could have just said that you didn't want to talk about it." I smiled and he laughed.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" he asked and I shrugged.

I gently touched his face and he winced. "What makes you think I'm being nice?" I asked as he winced again, "This is hurting you." I threw away the cotton pad and grabbed a new one.

"I'm sorry." He said and I smiled down at him, he tried to smiled but his mouth was twisted by the bruises there.

"It's cool." I smiled again and he nodded curtly. "Stay still." I said and he froze like a statue.

"Is this good?" he asked and I laughed.

"Perfect." I smiled and then we both fell in to a comfortable silence. I didn't know why I was finally deciding to tolerate his temperamental behaviour, but seeing him broken made me want to do everything I could to protect him.

Even though he had been such an insufferable jerk, I still think a little part of me felt like I could end up being friends with him. Except, he really had to have an attitude adjustment. "What's that?" I asked when I saw something leaking on to his t-shirt and then another blotch seeping on to his sleeve.

"Nothing." He tried to shake it off but the blotch on his arm kept spreading.

"Take this off." I said and he tried to get his shirt over his head but he couldn't. I helped his get his arm through the holes and then I pulled it over his head. "Oh." I said when I saw the wound on his arm.

"It's just a scrape." He smiled as I wet another cotton pad with the alcohol. I would have made an excellent doctor. There was another scrape on the side of his chest.

I cleaned them both off, he kept wincing and gritting his teeth, and then I dressed them with these ready to go plasters. "Done." I smiled and he tried to stand up. "No." I said and then I walked to his room and grabbed another t-shirt from his closet.

On my way out I noticed something on one of the pin boards. My face was mirrored thousands of times. There was one of me when I was shopping, one when I was walking up my driveway and others of when I was on my way to school. "Zach?" I asked when I walked back to him and he nodded.

I helped him pull on his shirt and he smiled up at me. "Yes?" he asked and I looked at the ground.

"How long were you guys following me for, Zach?" I asked and he shrugged.

"Quite a while." He admitted and I gritted my teeth.

"You knew what would be waiting for me and you let me go back there anyway?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I told you not to but you did anyway." He said and I kept my eyes trained on the floor.

"And then you blamed it on me, but you knew what was waiting for me." I said finally looking up at him, his eyes were angry but it was a different angry then before.

"I..." he trailed off but I held my hand up to stop him.

"Forget it." I said and I turned and walked away from him, down the corridor and into my room.

Zach POV

For once it wasn't awkward being around her, and then I have to go and mess it up. What is wrong with my huge mouth?

Should I go after her? We're not friends, and I doubt that she would want to see me now. Why the crap do I care? Dude, you're turning in to a girl. I told myself. Bloody hell, what is wrong with you? Great, I was having conversations with myself.

Today just couldn't be any better, sarcasm intended.

Then I felt a hand make contact with the back of my head, "What the hell did you do?" Bex yelled and I shrugged.

"Maybe, she's just PMS-ing. You get it all the time." I smirked, but Bex didn't see the funny side, that one earned me a slap in the face.

"That one if from Cammie." She said and I shrugged. "And this..." she punched me. HARD. "Is from me." She turned and walked away. What is wrong with all the girls in this house?

A couple more months and then she would be safe and we could leave her, and I could go back to my girl free life.

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