Ok, before I get to the chapter, I know that you are all probably super mad at me for not updating but I hope that this makes up for it. So please read and review, and I promise to update super soon next time.

Everything that had happened in the short time that I had known the group, made me feel like I had known them forever. I also felt like I could trust them, but that was probably a stupid mistake on my part.

I had trusted them and look where it had gotten me. Ensnared in a plot to infiltrate a group that wants my body locked in a coffin and buried far in the ground – though not before I tell them something that I have no idea about. Whatever happened while we were there, I had a feeling that I would be coming home in a body bag or not returning at all.

It was hard for me to really become engaged in the plans that were strewn across the room, to listen to Macey's outfit and accessory plans – even though the prospect if a necklace that could shoot laser beams did sound intriguing – was painful, to find Liz's tech talk interesting and to listen to Grant's pained cries when he was on the receiving end of Liz's invention was hard. Everything was hard, but the hardest thing by far was to look at Zach without feeling a huge sense of betrayal.

I had listened to him, I had tried to understand what he wanted to do, but when I asked him to make good on his promise – to let me talk to my parents – he wouldn't let me. He told me that they didn't want to talk to me, that they found it too hard to speak to me and see me without being able to do anything for my protection.

He told me that they were thinking of me, that they wanted to be here to fight alongside me, but they had jobs to do of their own. "Speaking to me was just too hard." The exact words that had escaped Zachary Goode's lips. So how hard did they think it was for me to be here and to know that I might not ever speak to them again?

I had come to terms with the fact that I may not be coming back, the fact that I would die to bring down the head of the CoC that was destroying other people's lives every day made me realise that if I died I could save hundreds of lives that would have otherwise been destroyed. But it didn't make the whole situation either.

Just because I had decided that if I died it would be ok, it didn't mean that if Bex or Liz or Macey died it would be ok, it didn't make the fact that Grant or Jonas or Nick could die any less likely and it didn't mean that if Zach died it would be any more bearable. Because all these deaths could happen along with my own.

I had zoned in once in a while and the vague idea of the plan had been made clear to me. It wasn't like they were trying to keep me from knowing what would happen, I was trying to keep myself from knowing what would go down. If they moved in to the front room; I would relocate. If Zach made a b-line to me; I would dodge him by darting in to the bathroom and locking the door.

The only person I could even force myself to be near was Grant, and that was only because he was the most genuine person out of everybody and it seemed that he understood less of the plan that I did. I would sit next to him for hours, letting him wrap his arms around me and tell me that everything was ok and that Zach was doing this for me not to hurt me. Yet, even when I saw the pained expression lurking on Zach's face every time I dodged him and went to Grant, I couldn't bring myself to speak to him.

Until that day. The first day, after I had agreed to follow Zach's plan because the only other option was having the group go without me, that I had spoken to him.

He had cornered me; I was alone, unprotected and scared, yet that didn't seem to bother him. He just walked up to me and held on to my face, his large hands warm and calloused on my soft skin. He ran his hands through my hair and then came to rest them on my hips. He pulled me closer and just when I thought he was going to kiss me, he mumbled and apology and then stepped backwards.

If I was being totally honest to myself, I actually wanted him to kiss me. To tell me that everything was going to be ok. Because even though I was scared of him and I had no reason to trust him anymore, I couldn't deny that I still loved him. Love is not something that you can just turn on and off when you want to, and I was having a really tough time turning my love for Zach off.

"Don't walk away." I say and he turns to me, the love that was in his face two seconds before, now gone.

"Just like you have been for the past week and a half?" he asks, anger lacing his voice.

"I had a good reason!" I spit and he inches closer to me again, this time he is apprehensive and I am bold – all previous traces of nervousness and fright gone.

"What? Because you thought that I would betray you?"

"In my eyes you already have." I start to walk past him.

"See," he smiles, "Walking away again."

"I'm not just walking away." I smile, "I'm leaving."

"So I have to come and save you again?" he asks, "Because I'm tired of saving you."

"Stop then." Taken aback by his words I have nothing else to say, "Don't care anymore, let me die if you can't be bothered because when have I asked for this."

"You wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for me." He snarled and I laughed.

"Maybe that would have been better." I walk to the front door.

He looks shocked as he asks, "You don't believe that, do you?"

"Maybe I do Zach." I pause as I pull open the front door, "Maybe I do."

I walk down the path and then collapse when I am out of view, but I don't hear the door slam. Instead I hear a muffled, "But I love you." From Zach before the door shuts ever so gently.

Zach POV

"What happened?" Macey screamed as she ran down the stairs, "Who left?"

I look at the floor dejectedly, "Cammie."

"She left?" screeched Bex as she sprinted towards us from the living room. "Why did you let her?"

"She wasn't happy here," I said and she slaps me. Boy can Bex slap hard.

Grant walks out and holds Bex away from me, "She didn't just leave, she went to turn herself over to them."

"What?" there was a collective gasp.

"She said it was the only way to stop all of you getting hurt," we all started to rush to the door, "She also said she didn't want us to come and look for her." he pauses, "She said she is ready to die."

I hope that this makes up for my super long absence, it probably won't but I am hoping. I've had a lot going on and haven't had the time to write for a long time – I know that this isn't an excuse but I am very sorry.

Anyway please review and I promise that I will update sooner.