A/N: Okay so one review made me completely re-write this chapter… and I'm so happy I did. It was totally going to be Zach saving Cammie like tons of other stories… but 'Jommie Obsessed Zammie Lover' left an amazing review reminding me Cammie is meant to be REBELLIOUS like the title suggests! So, I've made a few alterations, and I hope this works a little better with the theme of the story. Also I've put in a few story twists in the next few chapters so I hope you enjoy them!

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Previously:

I let the letter fall from my hand and the tears fall down my cheeks. I looked up to the ventilator. Well; I had my escape route now… just not my dad.

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When I woke up to shouting I smiled to myself. I felt like I was back at Gallagher and Macey was yelling at Bex about using her hair straighteners. But I wasn't. It had just been a dream; and now I had to wake up and face reality.

I stretched out on the bed and then groaned at the pain that shot through my body. I was still covered in blood, and my dad's letter lay beside me. My dad. I was then sure he was in the room next to me, and of course, I was going to get him. So when Catherine came into the room with a tray of what looked and tasted like vomit, I ate it. When she dragged me to the torture chamber and chained me up, I didn't protest.

I watched as she got out the knife and then proceeded towards me. Each movement she made caused a new plan to formulate in my mind.

"I hope I won't need to use this today" she whispered into my ear.

"Maybe you will" I stared right at her. "Because you're getting nothing out of me"

"What a shame" Catherine snarled. "Well, this should be fun then"

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I felt the knife gently touch my skin. I braced myself for the cut.

"Catherine, one of the prisoners is putting up a fuss!"

Catherine looked away from me and I opened my eyes, thankful for the distraction. I really needed time to think. "Jesus, Frank! I'm busy, can you not see that? Can you not take care of one weak man by yourself?!"

Frank backed away like the coward he was muttering. "Yes, sorry, of course, I'll deal with it now!"

I looked Catherine square in the eyes as she turned back towards me. "You're quite the spoilt brat really"

I shrugged as best I could, which is quite an achievement considering I was hanging from a wall. "It's been said before"

"You and Zach are perfect for each other" she snarled. I'm pretty sure that wasn't a compliment.

"Nice of you to say" I replied back sarcastically, bracing myself for the blow, but it never came. Catherine was still staring at me in a way that made me feel almost self-conscious.

"So" She said in a casual manner. "Names…"

And it was in that moment I realised. Catherine wanted the names more than she wanted me dead.

"What names?" I asked as if I were dumb.

"The names your father…"

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "The names my father would rather die than give away? You really think I'd give those to you? Well, you really are more stupid than you look"

I should have kept my mouth shut though, because the knife sliced through the stomach, it was so much deeper than before, opening up the barely-healed cuts from yesterday. I ground my teeth together, only letting a faint sob escape from my mouth. I wasn't going to scream. I would never scream for her. But I did pretend to be in more pain than I was. I let tears fall freely from my face, I let my body tense with pain and I begged Catherine to stop as the blade continued to pierce my skin.

She'd stop every few seconds, ask me for the names, and then continue when I wouldn't tell her.

Finally she dropped the blade back on the table.

"We will continue this later"

I couldn't help myself as I snapped back "I thought today was my last chance?"

"Well, consider yourself lucky then" Catherine brandished a gun that she held to my head as she escorted me back to my room. I was vigilant, seeing everything like a spy should. I noticed the way the door had been boarded up, which meant the only exit was the ventilator. I noted the fact that Frank had completely disappeared and I was alone with Catherine. I stared at the door that was just beside me for a second before Catherine shut me into my own room. As soon as she'd left I let out an agonised sob. I made retching sounds as if I were being sick. I kicked the bed so it sounded like I'd fallen.

I heard Catherine's footsteps hesitate outside my door for a minute. "What's going on in there?" She yelled.

"It hurts…" I whimpered. "My stomach…"

"Okay…" Catherine hesitated, slightly scared to come in. "I'm coming in, don't try anything stupid!"

I didn't reply, I just let out another sob. I heard the door open.

I lay on the floor until I felt Catherine learn over me.

"Shit!" She screamed a scream of utter pain as I blindly stabbed the glass in her direction. It had hit her in the head. She swayed on the spot for a second. I didn't have much time. I shoved her hard against the wall and heard her head crack against the wall. I grabbed the gun from her still hand and shuddered as my skin touched hers. I then sprinted.

I banged on the door of the room next to me.

"Hello?!" I yelled desperately. "Is anyone in there?!"

I heard a feeble grunt. I was going to meet my dad… After five years, the dad I thought had died. I took a deep breath as I rammed my shoulder against the door several times until the wood splintered and the door slammed open.

The room was pitch black, a tiny strip of light shone in the corner of the room where a man was sitting hunched up.

"Dad…" I whispered; my voice cracking. "Dad! I…"

"Cammie!"

I stopped dead as soon as I heard the voice, because it wasn't my dad's.

"Zach… what the hell are you doing here?"

I couldn't see Zach's face, but I could tell he was angry as he said "I could ask you the same question… but instead, I'm going to ask you how you escaped?"

"You really think I have time to explain that now?!" I hissed. "Zach, we need to get you and my dad out of here and…"

"Your dad?" Zach asked in confusion.

"Yes!" I explained exasperated. "The reason I came here!"

Zach seemed to sigh a little with relief as he said "Oh Cammie, I thought you came here to avenge my mother! I was so angry you'd risk everything for her and…"

"And…?" I pushed.

"Cammie, your dad…"

"No" I clamped my hands over my ears. I couldn't hear it.

"Cammie I'm so sorry" Zach's arms enveloped around me. But I didn't want Zach right now. I wanted my dad. My dad had been in this room only weeks ago, he'd been standing in this exact place, it was almost too much to bear.

"Look here" Zach led me over to the wall. I almost forgot for a moment that we were meant to be escaping right now… without my dad.

"Zach, we have to…"

"Shh" Zach sat down in front of the wall and pulled me down beside him. Then he gently clasped my hand. He frowned as he saw the blood, but then he moved my hand so my fingers were brushing against the wall. I was completely livid, had Zach gone mad?! But then, as my eyes began to adjust to the light, I saw it.

The initials M.A.M were carved into the wall. I bit back my cry and looked down a little further where he'd written on the wall in pen so faintly it was hard to read.

I knew you'd come in here to find me, because you're Cammie, and that's what you do, but my time is up, get yourself out now.

Love you forever.

I gasped. No. It was just too sudden, it was just too much. I grabbed the glass from my pocket.

"What are you doing?" Zach frowned.

I didn't answer. Instead just below where he'd carved his initials into the wall I began to carve my own. Zach didn't say anything; I think he knew it was just something I had to do. When I was done I touched my dad's initials again. "I love you… I'll always love you dad" I whispered.

"How touching"

Me and Zach jumped up immediately, Frank charged at me and knocked me against the wall and pinned me there. I looked towards Zach, and everyone else followed his gaze. No one was touching him… because he had the gun in his hand.

"Oh Zach, we all know you won't pull that trigger" Catherine smirked.

"You just try me" Zach snarled in disgust.

"And you" he pointed the gun at Frank's head. "Let go of Cammie!"

Frank did as he was told quickly, even holding his hands up in surrender.

"Frank, you idiot!" Catherine yelled. "He won't pull the trigger, he hasn't got the guts!"

"You know I will, if I have to" Zach whispered. His hands were shaking.

Catherine tensed slightly as if she realised he might not actually be bluffing. "You'd kill your own mother?" she snarled in disgust.

Zach's reply was quick. "You're not my mother; you'll never be my mother"

"What happened to us Zachary?" I almost laughed at Catherine's attempt at looking sad, but Zach was watching her carefully, studying her every move.

"We made a great team Zach, I was proud of you when you shot that man" Catherine said slyly.

Suddenly I felt the tension in the room, and Zach wasn't the only one watching Catherine's every move. The gun dropped a little in Zach's hand.

"Do you get a kick out of telling lies?" I asked in disgust.

"Oh Cammie, it's no lie" Catherine smiled at me smugly. "Zach pulled the trigger…"

"Shut up!" Zach's shout made even Catherine flinch. "I was eight years old! Every day I relive the moment that the light left the man's eyes, every day I hated myself for doing it… but it was your damn hand on top of mine that pulled that trigger!"

"But my hand isn't on yours now Zach, and you look ready to pull that trigger… and kill me. Another person to add to your list"

I could tell Catherine's words were completely destroying Zach. I could see him letting his guard down; I could see the gun slowly dropping from his hand.

What happened next was so quick I couldn't believe it happened. One minute Frank was beside me, the next he was in front of Zach snatching the gun away from him, holding the gun towards Zach's head.

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