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Previously:

"Rachel you have to face the fact that your husband may be alive, and may be being held by The Circle"

"No!" My mom shouted. "All we have is a letter from Catherine saying they have him, and I won't believe they have him, because that means he'll be being tortured, and that's not something I'm going to think about!"

"Rachel, the letter had a vial of Matthew's blood with it"

"What exactly is your point here?" Aunt Abby asked with a pained voice.

"My point is that Cammie must never find out about this, or she may go looking for him"

"And she won't" My mom whispered. "She'll never find out"

()()()()

The letter came about a week after I'd overheard that my dad may still be alive. There was not one second in the day where I didn't think about it. Catherine had disguised herself as one of my old friends sending me letters so that no one would suspect anything. And they didn't. No one noticed the way my breath caught in my throat when a flowery pink letter came in the post from a girl named 'Penelope'. No one saw the way my hands trembled as I read the sickening words on the page. No one realised the way I'd stuff it into my pocket and pretend everything was okay again.

()()()()

"You were right Cammie"

"Right about what?" I asked as I looked into Zach's eyes. I felt calm for the first time in weeks. There was something about Zach's arms being around me that made everything seem okay.

"About me not leaving, I could never leave you" he whispered as he tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Oh…" I whispered back. Zach was starting to make me regret the decision I'd made earlier today.

"What is it?" Zach asked immediately.

"Nothing" I lied.

"No, there's something" Zach insisted.

I shrugged. "Just tired" I lied as I got up from Zach's bed and began to walk to the door.

"Sleep here tonight" Zach's hands snaked around my waist.

"I can't Zach"

"Why?" he murmured sadly. "You've been sleeping here for months now, why not tonight?"

"Tonight…" I raked my brain for excuses. "Tonight I might go and speak to my mom"

"Oh" Zach's face relaxed at once. "Okay, cool, I'll see you tomorrow"

He gave me a light kiss on the cheek and turned away.

"Yeah…" I whispered sadly. "See you tomorrow…"

()()()()

I lay on my bed that night and reread the letter. Again.

Dearest Cammie,

I hope you've recovered well from what happened a few weeks ago. I did tell you you'd be feeling a lot of pain if you didn't comply. But I don't think you fully understood how much pain I meant, because you see, I was about to take you to your dad. You see, your dad was actually in fact in the car, in the boot. So you see, you've actually made things worse for you and your mother. All I wanted in return for the release of your dad was a small favour which we can discuss when we meet again. Presuming you do want to meet again, after all we could just kill your dad and then this would all be over… but I'm a nice person Cammie, so I'll give you one last chance. We have a HQ in Langley, number 34 on Apple Cross Street. One last chance Cammie, I'm forgiving but not stupid. One last chance.

P.S. I wouldn't tell anyone about receiving this letter.

See you soon,

Catherine/'Penelope'

I felt sick whenever I read it… which had been a lot. I'd read it nearly every hour since I'd been sent it. I knew Zach was suspicious, he knew I'd had no friends at my old school, but he was trying to stop himself asking questions.

I felt like I was an idiot as I began packing my bags that night. I'd be so obstinate about Zach trying to leave, and now I was doing the same. More than anything I wanted to leave a letter, encase anything awful happened, but I knew as soon as they figured out where I was they'd be straight over there and there'd be no chance of me getting my dad out.

It didn't even occur to me for one moment that Catherine was lying. Why would she? Okay, so she might be lying just to get me to meet with her… but could I take that risk? The answer was obviously no. I wouldn't risk my dad's life for uncertainty.

It had been hard to find a chance to pack, I'd had lessons all day and whenever I wasn't in a lesson I was either with Macey, Bex, Liz or Zach… and I'd even spent a little time with my mom today. This would ruin her, I knew that, but I was hoping she'd forgive me once she knew the reasons… and when I came home with my dad standing beside me. But I'd finally been able to stuff some clothes and essentials into a backpack whilst everyone slept. I hesitated when I'd finished, listening to Macey, Bex and Liz's peaceful snoring. I'd have done anything to go and get Zach and ask him to come with me… but the trustees were so close to kicking him out, it wasn't a risk I was prepared to take.

I sighed, walking around the bed and tripping over Macey's jewellery box.

"Argh!" I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop myself swearing and waking up the whole castle. I glanced down to where Macey's favourite necklace lay in the middle of the box; it was the one she'd worn when I'd saved her from drowning months ago. I smiled and picked it up, fastening it around my neck. Maybe this necklace was lucky, and I needed all the luck I could get.

()()()()

When I got to the bridge in Langley I was beyond exhausted. As I'd left in the middle of the night there were no trains so I'd had to walk about half the way there. I stopped on the bridge for a second trying to regain my breath as I looked into the crystal clear water. But then something caught my eye.

"Shit!" I said out loud, gaining me disapproving glares from the elderly couple next to me. But I didn't care, because I was sure I had just seen Zach by the tower on the right of the river.

I knelt behind the railing of the bridge. How the hell had they found me? All that said where I was going was the letter in back pack. I rubbed my hand through my hair warily… and then something made me freeze. With shaking fingers I took off the watch that I was sure had just beeped.

"They wouldn't have…" I whispered to myself as I turned the watch over in my palm. But they had. They'd attached a tracker onto the back of my watch. I stood up and gasped as I looked to my right. Zach was standing there, looking straight at me from the end of the bridge. On the other side of the bridge my mom was pushing her way through the crowds to try and get to me. I estimated I had less than a minute until I was drawn into my mom's arms and she'd be sobbing into my shoulder asking why I'd run away.

I dropped the watch beneath my foot and stamped on it hard until the tracker on the back was in splintered pieces.

I looked towards Zach again. He was still just standing there watching me, unlike my mom who was frantically still trying to get to me. I had nowhere to run to. I had nowhere to hide. All I had was a place to jump.

Before I had a chance to think how cold the water would be, how deep it would be, how rough the waves would be, I kicked off my shoes. I looked towards Zach again, but I couldn't see him. Then I spotted him pushing past the disgruntled tourists in a bid to reach me. He knew what I was about to do.

I took a deep breath as I climbed up onto the railing.

"Stop that girl!" I heard my mom scream from only a few metres away from me. I noticed everyone starting to turn towards me and stare, some of them pushing past to get to me too.

This was for my dad. This was to get to Catherine. This was the only way.

"Don't do it Cammie, Cammie, no!" Zach shouted.

I took one last look towards Zach.

"Sorry" I whispered as I jumped.

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