I'm sad. I just found out this morning that this REALLY annoying girl that I know shares the same birthday as Carlos Pena Jr., you have NO idea how bad she is….

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"Cam!" they all shout, shocked yet grateful beyond belief.

"Come here guys, I went quite some time without a hug." They didn't need to be told twice. Before she could understand what was going on, she was attacked in a six-way hug.

"Wow. You guys sure missed me."

"Missed you? Try devastated. We were all devastated without you."

"What happened?" Camille asked, concerned, but memories of the incident was slowly coming back to her. She didn't know what exactly happened but the memories were rushing back, starting to overwhelm her. But, she didn't make a sound. She knew it was hard on them, and she wasn't in any place to make it any harder for them.

"We'll worry about that, later," Logan whispers as he leans in and captures her lips in an innocent lip-lock. For once, their friends didn't complain or gag, instead they simply smiled as the two lovers met.

"I've missed doing that. It's not the same when you don't kiss back," Logan says as he rests their foreheads together.

"Thank you. All of you." Their happy expressions turn into ones of confusion.

"What are you thanking us for?"

"Everything. For sticking with me. For rescuing me. For protecting me."

"You mean unlike last time right?" Logan asks bitterly.

Camille gasps. "Logan, you know it's not your fault, right? Right?" she asks again when Logan doesn't answer the first time. She tilts his head so he's looking in her eyes. He ducks away, avoiding her gaze.

"It is my fault, okay? I should have fought him, but I acted like the weak coward I am."

"Logan Mitchell, look at me," he looks up to meet her gaze. "You are in no way whatsoever a coward. You know why?" Logan shakes his head.

"Because...you're dating me. Nothing can require more courage than that."

Logan smirks causing Camille to smile back. "There's what I've been waiting for."

"So where is he?" Camille asks, shrinking is fear.

"Who? Your father?"

"He's not my father." Camille's cheerful tone turns darks, sending shivers up all them.

"He's anything but that. Don't call him that again. Do you-" Camille's glare turns into a frantic look.

"W- where is he? He's going to come back, I- I know it!" By this time, Camille had tears streaming down her face.

"Shhhh. He's not going to come back for you. He's in his right place, in jail," Logan pulls her into a hug, his chin resting on top of her head while he stroked her brown curls.

"You don't know that, Logan. He can come back, just like last time." Past memories had already come back, overwhelming Camille once more.

"He's not going to, okay? He has so many officers watching him. He's not going to escape, and he's not going to be released either, okay? He has way too many charges on him."

Camille nods, but keeps crying. Not for her friends, not for her so called "father" or even anyone else. For the first time, she cries for herself. She cries for the days she was held hostage, for her injuries and everything else about her. But, no one stopps her. They would never understand what she went through, what she had to endure, but they could try. But even trying brings horrible, gory thoughts to their heads.

So, they watch. They let her take out all her anger and sadness that she has bottled up inside for so long. They don't tell her to stop or be quiet but simply move closer, attempting to comfort her. They stroke her hair, whispering soothing words.

She cries. And cries. And cries. Yet his is the most loved and wanted she's felt in so long. The love and want that her own father was not able to give her, is being given to her right now. For once, she can cry without someone making fun of her or be beat to pulp. In the last few years, her friends have become everything to her. They've supported her, cared for her, and gave her the love she had desired for so many years.

She can't be more thankful. She knows that she comes off as weird and dramatic so she was shocked when they became friends, soon best friends, which she was convinced she would never have. All those words of hatred and cruelness were forgotten when she spends time with them. That is, until now.

Now, even they can't calm her down. She's done. She's tired. She gave up. She can't be strong anymore. All those words haunt her, she can't get them out of her head. Everywhere she looks, she sees reminders that her life can never be as good as those around her.

"Shhhh. Cami, I know it's hard, but you have us. We're never going to leave you, we promise," Logan promises her. He leans down and leaves a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I know you guys won't," Camille tells them, she's no longer crying but tears are still streaking down her bruised face. She gives them a small smile to show her appreciation.

"Now, stop crying, okay?" Logan tenderly wipes her tears away, giving her a soft smile.

"I know I said this already, but thank you," she sees everyone begin to protest so she cuts them off before they can start. "Thank you. For so many things. I can never thank you enough. You gave me love and hope. You never gave up. You found me. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for all of you. Thank you. I have so much to say thanks for but if I did, I would be sitting here for days, telling you. But seriously, thank you," she smiles at them, tears wetting her eyes.

"Awww, Cami. You don't have to say thank you, but your welcome anyways," Jo is the first one to react, moving forward to give her a hug. The rest follow in her footsteps, giving her huge hugs.

"You're crushing me guys," Camille says, but she's smiling, and Camille smiling makes everyone smile as well.

Suddenly, a deep, male voice causes them to spring apart.

"Dad!" Camille's smile grows wider.

"Hey baby girl," he whispers nervously.

"What's wrong?" Camille's asks as a haunted look passes her brown eyes.

"I brought some people with me..."

"Who are they, Daddy?" Camille asks innocently.

He moves aside to let three officers enter the room, all three wearing grim expressions.

"We need to talk to you Ms. Camille Roberts," one of the officers says in a firm voice. They all knew that this wasn't going to turn out well.

I didn't really like the way this chapter ended, but I didn't think the rest of the chapter was too bad. Was it? In your review, please leave any ideas or suggestions you have. Thanks and please leave a review, anonymous review are enabled.

Also, I started a new story, co-written with Idklol99, called "Friends With Benefits", it is a Logan and Camille fic.

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