AN: I still don't own anything except for the characters that I've created.

Camille's POV:

After the little "incident", everyone's day went on as if nothing happened. But I knew better. They couldn't get the images of the scars out their heads but they were putting up an act for me. They forced out laughs when Carlos made lame jokes, acted like they weren't going to throw up on rides and pretended like they were enjoying themselves.

They didn't know I knew but I wasn't about to burst their bubble. At the end of the day, we watched fireworks explode in the sky. They were amazing and it made us all forget what had happened to us in our past.

"Hey, Cami," Logan took my hand, "Can I talk to you alone?"

He looked nervous and I agreed. We walked hand in hand until we reached a quiet part of the boardwalk. He fumbled around for something in his pocket and was about to pull it out when his voice became muffled. I looked up to see a man in black clothing putting his hand over Logan's mouth.

No, no, no! This can't be happening. Not now. Suddenly, he drops an unconscious Logan to the floor.

"What are you doing?" I screech not in my senses. I know I should be running but I can't leave Logan. Not like this.

"Logan wake up! Please!" I plead, tears pricking my eyes. I'm grabbed and I struggle but I know I'm too weak. I know I gave myself up but better me than Logan. At least I know what to expect but it'll probably worse than ever. I scream out, "Kendall, James, Ca-," I'm cut off by a handkerchief over my mouth. Then all I know is darkness.

Kendall's POV:

"Hey do you know where Camille and Logan are?" I ask Jo while we share a smoothie.

"Yeah, Logan wanted to talk to her alone."

I smirk knowing that Logan probably has something special planned.

Suddenly I hear a faint cry, "Kendall, James, Ca-," the voice is cut off but I'd know it anywhere.

"Come on," I say while grabbing Jo's arm running knowing that Cami needs our help. A terrible thought comes to me. What if it's her dad? I shake my head trying to get rid of the thought. No, no, no. She's fine and she's with Logan. They're just teasing us. I try to convince myself but it doesn't seem to be working. By the time I reach the place where I heard the voice, I look around only to find James and Carlos there as well. We don't see Camille anywhere but when we look down, we see an unconscious Logan.

"Logan, Logan, wake up!" we plead over and over again. By that time Stephanie had joined us as well. We saw his eyes crack open. I was the first one to speak up.

"What happened and where's Camille?" I demand.

"I- I don't know. I- we were just talking when something covered my mouth. I tried to escape but he knocked me out. I don't remember anything after that except that the man was probably Camille's dad."

Before I can say something, Logan interrupts me. "If I know Camille, then she probably gave herself up not wanting me to get hurt. She wouldn't have run because she would never leave me hurt."

As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Camille would never leave any of us behind, injured or not.

"Well? What are we waiting for? Let's- let's get to the police station, now! They can probably help.

Everyone shuffled to their feet and we all headed to the police station.

A half an hour later…

"Alright kids, we'll see what we can do. Can you describe what your friend and this man look like."

"Well, Camille has dark brown curls. She's skinny and about 5'4. She was wearing a red tank top and Jean shorts. As for the man all I know is that he was in black clothing and he was Camille's father," Logan replied, obviously shook up.

"Do you know his name?"

"N- no. Camille never told us."

"Well then. We'll begin our search tomorrow in case she shows up."

"No, you don't understand. This- this man, he's sick. He can kill Camille by tomorrow."

"Was Camille ever hurt by him?"

"Yeah. Please just start right now. We'll do anything,"

"Alright. I understand your situation. I'll start the search," the woman with blond, wavy hair gets up and exits.

Camille's POV:

Where was I? I looked around. This place was definitely not familiar. There were pillars all around and a simple twin sized bed that I was laid down on. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing. I got up only to be pulled back onto the bed. I looked down and moved my feet. They were chained to the hard cement floor. I remembered yesterday, or at least I thought it was yesterday and remember how happy I'd been.

Suddenly, the lights flickered on. It took a while for my eyes to adjust but when they did, I was shocked at what I saw. The man, my "father" still looked the same. Same spiked brown hair, messily shaven face, and even the glassy, cold black eyes. Just looking at them again made me shudder. I reminded myself what I was doing- protecting my friends. If I hadn't come with him willingly, then he might have hurt my friends. I couldn't let him do that- they were the ones who gave me love even though this man told me that no one would ever love me. Logan. My sweet, kind, smart boyfriend. He'd been hurt and here I was not ever knowing if he was okay.

"Did you miss me?" a deep, threatening voice asks.

"Never. Wh- why are you doing this to me?"

"I told you that you couldn't hide from me and here we are."

"Where's Logan?"

"Your little boyfriend? You don't deserve him or any of your other friends!"

"They love me!" I say struggling.

"No they don't! I told you that no one would ever love you."

I knew he wasn't going to let me win so I dropped it.

"Your little friends are safe. It was just you I wanted, if you must know."

I was instantly relieved. At least my friends weren't in danger. He could tell that I was relieved because he said, "Relieved now are we? We can't have that."

He came up to me, his black eyes making me shrink in fear. Punch. I felt like my insides had just poured out. Slap. Slap. Kick. He was repeatedly kicking me over and over again. I couldn't breathe. Some of my ribs were probably bruised if not broken.

"Now, I need to make up for the lost years, don't I? You're older so it's going to be even more fun," with that he left me on the floor, bleeding and bruised.

I hope that someone finds me soon because if not I'm going to die.

AN: I'm not really happy with this chapter, and you're free to give me any suggestions. I'm taking more time to write chapters so this story gets better. Go check out my one- shot called, "I'll Be There," it's about Katie and Kendall's relationship as siblings. Tell me what you think and I'm thinking about starting another one- shot- any requests?

P.S. Kendall is really close with Camille in this story. Camille's everyone rock and they will have a hard time without her.

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