AN: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

Warning: Minor language

Camille's POV:

He was coming at me, knife in hand. There was no escaping. My "father" pushed me up against the wall, hard enough to make the back of my head bleed. I could feel the warm, red liquid oozing out.

"You worthless slut! You made your mother go away and now you'll pay," he shouted. He punched me, the force knocking me down. Soon, he began kicking my sides, knocking all my oxygen out of me. "You useless, good-for-nothing bitch! No one will ever love you. Don't think you can escape, I will find you." With that he stabbed my side, making me lose more blood.

"NO! P-pl-please stop!" I sobbed. Thrashing, I tried to escape from this living hell. But I knew with him watching my every move that would never happen. "No," I barely whispered before conciseness left me.

Logan's POV:

I awakened by a slap in the face. Assuming it was the guys, I simply mumbled "stop it". Suddenly, I realized I was with Camille as the memories of yesterday flooded back to me. Guessing she was just practicing her signature "Camille slap" on me, I snuggled back in bed. Not a moment later, again I was awakened by Camille's screams. Quickly, I flipped over to find Camille thrashing wildly in her sleep, sobbing. I gently took her in my arms and shook her awake. Immediately, she fell into my arms sobbing.

"Shhhh," I said attempting to soothe her. Never have I had to comfort her. It was always her comforting others. She was everyone's rock- my rock, the strongest one of us all. Yet no one had ever seen her look this small, this vulnerable. "It's okay," I mumbled into her brown locks. "What happened?" I questioned her gently.

"N-nothing. Just a bad dream."

I decided to let this one slide but I knew it was much more than that- if only she would tell me. I will find out I promised myself. With that I laid the both of us back on bed.

Next Morning…

I woke up to find Camille gone. I was immediately hit with a delicious aroma of pancakes. I got ready and made my way to the kitchen. I found Camille, with her back towards me, flipping pancakes. Quietly making my way to her, I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up.

"Logan!" she giggled.

"Come on baby," I whined and dumped the both of us on the couch.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" I questioned right before kissing her.

"Maybe."

"Well you should be told that more often."

What started off as a kiss, became deeper and deeper. In the middle of it, the doorbell rang. Both of us scrambled off each other and fixed ourselves before opening the door.

Camille's POV:

"Hey guys," I greeted.

Now that our apartment was cleaner than before, Logan and I had invited them to sleep over. A few hours later, after watching movies and eating, we settled on playing Truth or Dare.

"James, truth or dare?" asked Carlos.

"Dare."

"Um, ok. James- I dare you to go throw out all your Cuda products and not use any for a month," Carlos excitedly dared.

Everyone laughed and I honestly felt better than I had before.

"Kendall truth or dare?" Jo questioned.

"Dare"

"I dare you to kiss me."

Everyone in the room groaned. As happy as we were to know that Kendall and Jo had each other, it didn't mean we wanted to watch them make out.

"Cami, truth or dare?" Logan asked me.

"Tr- " I was suddenly cut off when the song, "Nothin' Even Matters" started playing. Fumbling around for my phone, when I found it, I answered it. As I walked into another room, I said, "Hello?"

"Hey Mill," a deep, frightening voice answered.

"H- Why would you call me that?" I nervously stuttered. The only person to ever call me that was him. I'd never thought I would hear of that nickname or that terrifying voice ever again.

"I told you that you couldn't hide from me. That I would find you again," he told me in a vicious voice.

Flashback

Sirens were nearing, but so was he. "You whore! You called the police didn't you? Didn't you?"

"No, I di-," before I could continue he pushed me down and kicked me. He came at me with a belt and began whipping me. "St- stop. Ugh. No!" I cried out in agony.

"Shut up you worthless girl!" he bellowed and then punched me several times. He came at me with a large knife and left a deep gash in my left thigh.

"Put your hands up- you have the right to remain silent!" that was all I heard before it all went black.

AN: To all those who reviewed, I am extremely grateful. It means so much to me that you enjoyed my writing. I'll update soon. I just wanted to get this out so you have a feel for this story.

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