A/N: Oh dear I had SO much trouble with this chapter, I wrote like three different versions of it! But here we are, and a little Zammie to make up for the delay! A few reviews asked if I was ending the story soon… well nope I'm not, I still have lots more to write! Also thank you for reviewing, I've now reached 200 reviews on this story which is AMAZING, it's the most I've ever had on a story and I love writing it.

Also please don't worry if I don't update for a while after I post this chapter, I have lots of school stuff going on and I need to read through the whole story again so I can check my next chapter is going to make sense!

Previously:

"And what about your mom then?" I asked. "If I'm making a fresh start then you should too"

"My mom's not like that Cammie" Zach tensed in my arms and I could have sworn I felt a tear hit my shoulder.

The old spoilt brat Cammie would have immediately thrown a tantrum and probably continued to ask questions. But for once I shook away my cover and simply held Zach tighter.

I couldn't help but feel and hear our hearts pounding in unison, and as he held me closer I wondered if he could feel it too.

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I stayed entwined in Zach's arms until at least midnight when Jonas and Grant came back into their room. Me and Zach had hardly said a word to each other since our conversation earlier, but it was a comfortable silence, and Jonas and Grant seemed to know better than to disturb us from our thoughts as they took their turns in the shower and got into bed quietly without staring at us too much.

Finally Zach shifted out of my arms and muttered gently into my ear. "I'm going to have a quick shower"

I nodded and curled up trying to keep myself warm now that Zach's body was no longer against mine.

"Do you want to chuck on one of my shirts? You can sleep in it if you'd like"

I nodded again as I felt the belt of my jeans digging into my stomach.

"You can get one out yourself, they're in the top draw" Zach said before he disappeared into the bathroom.

I stretched out on Zach's bed and hauled my body up sighing. I looked towards Grant and Jonas. Grant was letting out deep, loud snores and Jonas was sucking his thumb… I took that to mean they were fast asleep.

I fumbled around in the dark, stubbing my toe several times in the process until I found the draws. My hands slipped over a couple of handles until I found what I presumed was the top draw. My fingers brushed over jeans but I couldn't feel any shirts. I sighed and plunged my hand in deeper, my fingers rustled something and I quickly looked over towards the boys, but thankfully they were still fast asleep, and I could hear the shower in the bathroom running, Zach was humming to himself.

I grabbed the paper and as my eyes began to grow accustomed to the dark I could make out an address, the name Catherine Goode was scrawled at the top. I gasped, a plan formulating in my head before I could stop it. I remembered Zach saying he never spoke to his mom, the way the sadness had filled his face. That was when I knew; I'd write to her. I'd tell her how much Zach was missing her, how much he would want to meet her again. I was sure the sadness in his eyes had been about the regret that he hadn't seen his mom in so long, and I would be able to fix everything for him! I looked closer at the address and realised the town was actually only a few hours away from here. I smiled to myself and folded the paper into my pocket, taking a glance at the next sheet.

I expected it to be another address of maybe a different relative, but this piece of paper was different. I felt myself gag as I suddenly realised the red that smeared the page was blood. I dropped it onto the floor and watched as it floated to the floor.

I heard the shower stop, and right then I knew I had to see what it was.

I took a deep breath before I picked up the paper and averted my eyes away from the dried blood and tried to focus on the words that were on the page. Then I wished I hadn't, because there on the page was something I'd thought I'd never see again… It was Dillon's handwriting.

My hand instantly crunched the paper into my fist before I had a chance to read it. I started towards the door.

"Cammie wait! Zach will want to explain…"

I turned to face Grant who was rubbing his half-shut eyes.

"I need to be alone…" I whispered.

"I don't think that's a good idea…" It was then I realised Grant knew. He'd known about the letters. I had no right whatsoever to be angry. I knew this was exactly what I'd asked for; I'd wanted to remain clueless about what was going on with Dillon. I wasn't angry though; I was numb. I felt nothing but emptiness. I'd known I'd never be able to be away from Dillon. I'd been right.

"Please, just wait for Zach to…"

"I need time alone" I chocked before I pushed my way out of the door and sprinted down the endless corridors until I arrived breathless outside the door of my room. I realised I was still holding the papers but I couldn't bear to look at them so I left them crumpled in my fist as I stumbled through the door.

"Hey Cammie!" Liz's face lit up when she saw me, but then her face fell as she noticed my expression.

"What's up?" Macey asked immediately. She'd been really friendly towards me since I'd found her at the cottage and I usually appreciated her concern, but right now it was the last thing I wanted.

I didn't think opening my mouth was a good idea because of the whole 'I might start crying or vomit' thing so I just pushed past them and collapsed onto the bathroom floor, leaning against the door.

"Cammie!" Bex started hammering on the door, but with everything that was going through my head right then it wasn't hard to blank it out.

I opened up my hand and felt my stomach heave as the paper fell out of my hand. I hid the first sheet of paper with Catherine's address on in the medicine cabinet below the mirror for future reference and slowly opened up the large stack of papers covered in Dillon's lazy scrawled handwriting. I noticed the way that the corners were worn as if they'd been thumbed through numerous times. Usually I would have been happy that I'd noticed something as discrete as that, usually I would have felt like my inner spy was surfacing, but right then I felt annoyed I'd noticed, because I also knew this must have been how my mom found out about Dillon. She'd been reading my mail.

"Cammie, please, I need to talk to you!" Zach's voice had joined Macey, Liz and Bex's frantic shouting, and Zach was starting to try to knock the door down, so with a pang of determination I took a deep breath and read the letter.

I don't understand. The last thing I remember is you leaving our school… it's strange, because I feel like I've lost some of my memory or something, and maybe I'm going crazy… but the only reason I'd be going crazy is because I can't stand not being with you. I want you back Cammie; I miss us, and what happened between us… I enjoyed that. And so I've decided, I'll come and find you. I know you go to Gallagher, and I've seen their security. But I'm determined to find you Cammie, to get back what we had.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Dillon had forgotten about the second time he'd tried to hurt me. Rape me. I had to come to terms with it. Dillon had raped me, and he'd tried again. I shuddered, for some reason the word made me feel sick, it made me feel faint, it made me feel weak.

"Cammie if you don't open this door in five seconds I'm knocking it down!" I heard Zach yell.

I flicked through a few more pages of letters, all of them were almost them same as the first… that was until I got to the last one.

I don't care why you haven't been answering my letters, I'm going to come and get you. I'll get you and then we can run away together. I need you Cammie. I need you. And if you don't come with me I'll make you. You have no idea what I'm like without you Cammie. I need you here with me, now. I'm coming for you.

As if the letter hadn't made my skin crawl enough, the blood that had been smeared across it, obviously showing the letter's severity made my stomach ache.

I couldn't stop myself. I felt like Dillon was right next to me, closing in on me, suffocating me. No where I could go would be safe.

I threw the letters, watching them drift innocently through the air. My hand smashed against the bathroom mirror, the glass dug painfully in my skin and blood was leaking over my hand. It reminded me of the letter with blood Dillon had sent me. I hit harder.

I could hear the panic and screaming from outside as Zach carried on trying to barge down the door. I was starting to regret my actions now as I glanced down at the blood seeping from my hand. I picked up the letters from the floor and watched as my blood leaked onto the page and mixed with Dillon's blood that covered the page.

Maybe this was how it was meant to be, me and Dillon together, both of us as worthless as each other. I clutched the pile of letters to my chest and dropped to my knees on the floor with uncontrollable sobs, clutching the letters tightly to my stomach as if it might numb the pain I was feeling there.

Suddenly I felt more weight against my body and Zach's face came into focus as his arms enveloped me and he collapsed on the floor next to me. He grabbed at the papers that were clutched to my stomach and he ripped them before chucking the pieces of paper on the floor.

"Shhh" his hands rubbed in soothing circular motions on my back as I gripped onto his shirt, blood staining the cotton.

"I've… messed… up… your shirt" I sobbed into his chest.

He laughed sadly. "I don't give a shit about my shirt Cammie, I only care about you, and the mess you've made of your hand"

He didn't push me to go to the nurse; he didn't suggest that I get up from the floor. Instead he told Bex to get a blanket and he gently pulled me onto the floor next to him, tucking the blanket around us.

"Maybe I'm meant to be with Dillon" I chocked into Zach's chest.

"No" Zach whispered as he gently smoothed my hair away from my face, running his hands through it, brushing out the knots until his fingers couldn't find any more. His hands moved gently to my hand, I winced as he found a shard of glass and gently eased it out. He then wrapped my hand up gently in his shirt so my hand was against his rising chest. He wiped the tears from my eyes.

"You're not meant to be with Dillon" Zach whispered. "You're meant to be with me"

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