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AN: I don't own anything.
Where was I? Was it weird that I wasn't in any pain?
"Camille! Come on!" I whip around only to find Logan smiling goofily at me.
"Where- where are we going?" I ask, slightly confused.
He walks over to me and wraps his arms from behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
"We are going to out to eat with Kendall and Jo."
I wish that we could stay that way forever, not having to worry about my "dad" or anything else. Just me and Logan. I laugh lightly, so sure it was a dream. There was no way my "father" would let me be this happy. I look down and see I'm dressed in a blue dress with a few necklaces around my neck.
He begins to kiss my neck and all I can do is sigh with pleasure. I take the time to look around. This room was far from familiar. In fact, I'd never seen it before in my life. The room was huge. Brown drapes covered the windows and the bedspread was a mocha brown color, combined with different shades of brown. "Ngh," I moan a little as Logan applies more pressure to my neck.
The furniture is all a dark brown which reminds me of Logan's eyes. There are nightstands on both sides of the bed and a dressing table rests in a corner. There is a chest in another corner and beside t is a lamp. I don't have anymore time to observe the room because I'm turned around and Logan presses our lips together in a passionate kiss.
"How about we skip dinner and stay here instead?" he asks me in a husky voice.
"W- what do you mean?" I ask, slightly confused yet nervous all the same.
He looks slightly frustrated and sighs. "I though maybe we could tell Kendall and Jo that something came up and do this," he leans in and kisses my neck, "and this," he kisses my cheek, "and this," he leans in once more and places a passionate kiss on my lips.
"And maybe…"
I knew where this was leading to and honestly, I was shocked. I had told Logan long ago that I wanted to wait until marriage. This was just getting more and more confusing.
"Logan can I ask you a question?"
"Technically you already asked one, but go ahead and ask another one," he smirks, looking at me.
"Where are we?"
"We're in our house, well mansion, I guess. Are you okay? We've been living here for some time."
"Can I ask you another question?"
"Ask away."
"I thought I told you I wanted to wait until marriage?"
"Are you sure you're okay? We can just stay here if you're not feeling well. And about your question..." He laces our fingers on out left hands together and I can see the matching wedding bands.
Logan and I were married? Since when and why couldn't I remember what happened?
"No it's fine. Let's go."
He shoots me a worried glance but grabs my hand as we make our way out. I know he has believed me for now.
Was this even a dream? Everything seems so real.
Just as we entered the restaurant, I was floored. Everything looked so elegant, so expensive.
"Wow," is all I can manage to get out.
"Yup," Logan says as we spot Kendall and Jo seated at a table in the corner, waving at us.
As we make our selves over, I spot matching wedding bands on their fingers as well. They're married, too?
"You're married too?" I whisper.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" Jo asks confused.
"Nothing," I say a little too quickly. I really should be more careful with what I say.
"Cam, are you sure you're okay? You've been acting strange since to afternoon? We could always go home." Logan shoots me another concerned look.
"No, I'm okay. I'll tell you if if anything's wrong."
"Okay," he sounds relieved.
The rest of dinner goes flawlessly. I find myself having a great time as long as I don't ask any confusing questions. We laugh and joke about the littlest of things but that's what made it enjoyable. Soon, we bid our good-byes and start to drive "home". On the way, we pass a beach.
The beach. Just the sound of it makes me shiver. Then Logan says exactly what I hoped he wouldn't say. "Hey, let's go on the boardwalk!" He looks expectantly at me, with huge, brown eyes. I don't want to give in, especially because of what happened last time. But I find myself giving in. Why? Why did I just do that? I regret my decision as soon as I say "sure". But it's too late now. There's no turning back.
We walk hand in hand, talking and occasionally stopping to kiss. I found myself relaxing. My heart lifts with joy every time Logan and I stop to kiss. Everything seems to be going fine so I stop worrying.
We continue walking along the boardwalk, and I my heart eases even more. Maybe this isn't so bad.
"Hey Mill. Did you miss me?" I whip around. No. I would recognize this voice anywhere.
"What are you doing here?" I ask harshly. I'm not going to let him ruin my life again. I'm going to stand up for myself just like I should have done years ago.
"Cam, do you know him?" Logan asks, slightly frightened. Didn't Logan recognize him?
"Yeah, he's my father," I say bitterly. My "father" steps towards me, pulling out a knife. Damn. Why weren't there any other people around?
"I'm sure you've missed me, I know I have," he says, lightly sliding the knife down my arm. My skin doesn't split but a shiver runs through me.
"Cam, let's go, he's not safe."
"Aww your little boyfriend's afraid. Well let's give him something to be scared about." Before I can turn around and run, he grabs me and holds me close. But he's not hugging me. No, my back is against his chest and he is attempting to choke me. His arm is fixed around my neck.
"Hey, let her go," Logan tries to fight against him, but he's too strong.
"Stay back, or else," he once again slides the knife lightly down my side. Logan backs away, afraid I'll be hurt. But he's wrong, I know it. No matter what Logan does, I'll be hurt. And I'm right because the next thing I know is that I'm stabbed.
"Ahhhh!" I cry out. I'm losing blood quickly, but I can faintly make out Logan's voice. I make contact with the ground and soon I'm lifted into someone's arms. Logan's arms.
"I got you. I'll make sure he'll pay."
The next thing I know is darkness. That was a terrible nightmare. One of the worst ones. I'm standing when I hear a familiar voice. "I love you."
Why can I finally hear him? I felt a tingle go down my neck and warmth on my forehead. I could feel his kiss.
Before me, appears a small girl, clad in white clothing and just faintly I could make out wings. She has brown curls and rosy cheeks. Surprisingly she looks like...me, when I was younger. Who was she? I didn't know her.
"Who are you?" I find my voice and ask.
"I'm here to help you make a decision."
"What? What decision? And why are you here and why can I hear voices and-," she cuts me off by motioning her hand.
"I'm here to help you get back to reality, that is, if you want. The rest of those things are not important."
I nod and ask, "What do you mean- if I want?"
"You have a unique situation. Normally, people don't get to decide whether or not they want to live."
"So you're saying that I get to decide?" the angel nods.
"I don't understand."
"Let me explain. Normally people have real family to love and care for them. You only have adopted parents and friends."
"Don't say that! They are my family. No one else," I get slightly offended.
"So chose. If you want to go back to your 'family' or stay here without any pain. If you go back, life will be difficult. It'll be hard but your family will always be there for you."
That's all I needed to know. I smile. "How do I get back?" I ask smiling. I know that no matter what, if my family is there beside me, everything will be okay.
"Are you sure? You don't even know the other option."
"Positive. Two questions though. Am I going to remember all this and am how do I get back?"
"No you won't remember any of this, especially not me. To get back, squeeze your own hand when he squeezes your hand."
"Okay."
Then I feel it. The squeeze. I squeeze back, still a little unsure.
"Camille! Camille! If you can hear me, squeeze my hand again." I comply.
But as soon as I do, pain seers through me. " Ahhhhh!" I scream in pain. I can just faintly hear the crew of doctors, nurses and Logan's cries to stay. I feel my self returning but I'm in so much pain.
"Thank you, I didn't catch your name," is all I can manage to get out while in pain.
The girl just smiles, but what she says next shocks me, "Camille."
Then I fade altogether. Returning to the body that I was gone from too long...
AN: I am really proud of this chapter maybe because you got to see the romantic side of Logan and Camille's relationship. This took me some time to write but I think it was worth it. What do you think? Tell me if you guys liked it.
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