AN: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.

Camille's POV:

As I walked back to the living room, my conversation on the phone was still haunting me.

"I will find you Mill! There's no place in this world you can hide from me." Those words

were definitely the ones that bothered me the most.

How would he find me and when? He couldn't find me- he was in prison. Then it struck me. Prison. How did he call me?

Quickly I turned on my heel and scrolled down on my phone until I landed on the one I needed. Daniel Adams. My "dad".

"Hi Daddy!" I tried my hardest to be cheerful.

"Hey Pumpkin," Gosh that nickname made me feel so loved.

"So I was wondering about him. He called me today and said he would find me. Is there something you're not telling me?" I asked concerned yet frightened beyond belief.

"Y-yeah. I was trying to put this off and hope he'd not contact you. But…"

"But?..." I questioned becoming more and more nervous.

"He escaped from prison, baby girl," he whispered just loud enough so I could hear it.

"Wh- what?" I said, my voice breaking. This was just getting worse and worse.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Please be careful. Love you," he answered, him tearing up as well.

"I will, I promise. Love you too."

Though I didn't realize it before, I was trembling and shaking. I made my way back to the living room after returning back to my happy façade.

"Hey Cam, are you okay? You've been gone for some time?" Logan asked. Only he would notice.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. He still looked concerned but I shrugged him off. "Who's next?"

"Kendall is."

"Ok, Kendall, truth or dare?" asked Stephanie.

"Dare," he replied instantly with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I dare you to go balance a glass full of water on your head and walk with it there."

"Come on Steph, that was lame," whined Carlos and James.

"Hey, a dare's a dare."

Kendall's POV:

I got up and filled a glass with water. I balanced it on my head and began to walk back. While walking, I stumbled over my feet causing the glass to break and shatter itself. Uh oh. I watch in shock as the glass shatters and a piece injects itself into Camille's foot.

"Ahh-!" she begins to shout but soon the color is drained from her face. Her already pale face becomes a ghostly white. Her chocolate brown eyes become distant as she slowly starts shaking and trembling while backing up into corner. "No- please, please stop! I didn't do it." Tears are falling freely from her now blood shot eyes. She's beginning to breathe heavier and heavier.

"Cam, Cam, it's okay," Logan whispers as he reaches out and touches her arm hesitantly almost as he's afraid to touch her.

As soon as her arm came in contact with Logan's fingers, she jerked forward, more tears falling down her face. Her delicate face is turning a disgusting shade of blue. I hear Logan whisper in fear, "Panic attack."

He turns to me and says, "We have to give her a reality check." I nod immediately and kneel beside her with Logan.

Logan POV:

Camille. I've never seen her like this. "Breathe Cami, please," I beg over and over again. I couldn't lose her. I love her too much. She was my everything- my other half and now I wasn't even sure if I could help her. Suddenly, she takes in a gasp of air. Inwardly, I am slightly relieved. Color starts to return to her beautiful face, but she's still sobbing uncontrollably. "No! Don't do it. I'll be good, I promise," she says in between sobs.

"Cami, we are here at the Palmwoods. It's me, Logan. We just moved in together and today's date is June 23, 2011. No one is going to hurt you. See all our friends are here."

Camille's POV (During panic attack):

He punches my nose hard enough to break it. Blood starts dripping out but that's the least of my worries. A handful of my ribs are broken and so are other parts of my fragile body. I haven't eaten it days only given water once a day. He pulls my legs from under sending me falling to the ground. Him being four times my size easily crushed my leg as he stood on top of it.

"No- please, please stop! I didn't do it." I sob out hoping he believes me.

"Shut up you whiny idiot! I know you hid my beer bottles," he screams at me.

He gets off my leg only to come at me with a rope in hand. He sits me down in a chair tying me up with the rope. It's so tight that it's unbearable. The walls are closing in on me as he shoves me into a closet.

"No! Don't do it. I'll be good, I promise," I cry both in pain and disbelief. Little did I know I would be locked in there for days to come.

"Cami, we are here at the Palmwoods. It's me, Logan. We just moved in together and today's date is June 23, 2011. No one is going to hurt you. See all our friends are here," I suddenly hear.

"L- Logie?" I question unsure whether everything had been real or a dream.

"Yeah, it's me."

As soon as he says that I break down into hysterical sobs. Luckily he catches me and begins to hum a song that always calms me down- Nothing Even Matters.

"What happened?" he asks gently enough to melt into his arms again.

"Logie, it was terrible. He was coming-," I quickly caught myself before my secret could slip but I knew it was too late.

"Who was coming baby girl?" that nickname gets to me and I want to spill my heart out

to him- all of my friends but I can't be a bigger burden to them than I already am.

"I- I can't tell you."

"And why not? I know that was a panic attack and you have been distant lately."

"I can't burden you with my trou-," I am cut off when he pulls me in for a long kiss. When we part he rests his forehead against mine and he whispers, "You can never be a burden, I love you. If it's bothering you then you need to tell me."

"But you don't understand. If I tell you, all of you would look at me differently. You would pity me and I don't want that."

"Cami, you have to tell us before you can judge our reactions," Jo speaks up for the first time.

"Jo's right, you're our best friend and you've always been there for us. Now, it's time to return the favor," Kendall speaks gently.

I know there's no getting out of this. For the first time in years, I am going to let out the feelings that I've bottled up for so long, out. To be truthful I was afraid. I know they are my best friends and they all said they won't look at me differently, but things are easier said than done.

I sigh and whisper, "It's going to be a long, depressing night."

AN: Hope you enjoyed it! You'll find out Camille's full background story in the next chapter but that won't be it. I have a lot planned for her but in the meantime…

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