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I know it probably hasn't seemed like that long but it has been so please go by what this chapter says.
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"A- about what, officer?" Camille's cheerful face changes to one of fear and nervousness.
"We were wondering if we could talk to you about what happened while you were held hostage in the bar basement."
"Do- do I have to?"
"Yeah, I do. I'm sorry, sweetie, but they need the information," Mr. Adams whispers, not wanting to really hear the story himself.
Camille nods slowly, but tears begin to form in her eyes.
"Do we have to do it now? Please, please don't make me do it now. I can't. Not now."
"We understand, sweetie. But, we need this information as soon as possible."
"Tomorrow. Not today, tomorrow. I'll tell you tomorrow."
"Okay, we'll come in tomorrow morning," one of the officers say as they leave. Mr. Adams escorts them out right after he says good-bye to his daughter.
As soon as the door shuts, Camille collapses once again in Logan's arms, sobbing.
"Logan. I-I don't want to t-tell t-them. I d-don't even k-know them. They're complete strangers. T-they won't u-understand like you w-would. Don't make me t-tell them. Please."
"Cami, I know you don't want to tell them, but you have to so hem can help them alright?" Against his chest, he can feel her nod but he can still feel tears dampen his shirt.
"And besides, we're going to be right next to you the whole time, ok?" he says softly. As soon as he finishes talking, Camille tilts her head up and pecks his lips, smiling.
"Thank you. I don't want to it alone."
"Come on, you need to get some rest. Get some sleep. Love you." Logan leans down to kiss her forehead, then pulls away, letting his friend give her a hug.
"Don't leave."
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere." With that, he climbs onto her bed, laying down. She lays her head on his chest, listening to his heart-beat. It calms her down, knowing that she's in her boyfriend's arms, not some sick mans'. Almost instantly, he wraps his arms around her and begins singing "Nothing Even Matters". Their friends stare in admiration, letting the two lovers be.
Cause the world stops
When I put my arms
Around ya, around ya (Oh whoa)
Nothing even matters (eh)
Nothing even matters
They can all talk
Say what they want
About us, about us (oh whoa)
Nothing even matters (eh)
Whoa
Nothing even matters
It's like the sound goes off
And the people all freeze
They disappear
And it's just you and me
Anything you wanna do
Anything that you please
Forget about our problems
Forget about our past
I've seen the future
And I know we gonna last
Every second I'm with you just goes so fast (whoa whoa)
This wall we built together
There's ain't no way no knocking it over
We'll be here forever
That I told ya
That I told ya baby
Cause the world stops
When I put my arms
Around ya, around ya (Oh whoa)
Nothing even matters (eh)
Nothing even matters
They can all talk
Say what they want
About us, about us (oh whoa)
Nothing even matters (eh)
Whoa
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters (whoa)
And nothing even matters
Whoa
We don't even need to fight
Everything will be alright
Nothing even matters
But you and I
Cause the world stops
When I put my arms
Around ya, around ya (Oh whoa)
Nothing even matters (eh)
Nothing even matters (whoa)
The next morning comes all too soon and all of them are dreading it. Camille, for obvious reasons, did not want to share her story with complete strangers, receiving their pity. She didn't need pity. What she needed was a time- machine to reverse everything that had happened, to not remember, not experience anything she just had. She wished nothing had happened. Oh how she wished she could rewind time. She wanted to get back to living a life without worries that her psychotic "father" was after her, waiting for his chance to kill her.
The others, though they did not show it, were dreading her story. They actually didn't know much, all they knew was the obvious. The abuse. They didn't know details, only Camille knew of those, they knew what they were about to be told was going to be etched into their brains forever. As much as they wanted to help her, they didn't want to hear the gory, horrible details behind her need for help, but they had to. In order to help, they needed to know the entire story.
To be honest, they were scared. Scratch that. They were terrified. They didn't know if they would be able to stay strong for themselves, let alone Camille. They were so sure that they would break down and they were terrified. But even so, they were more scared of the fact that they might let Camille down. For the first time, Camille was relying on them for something rather than the other way around and they scared them. They were scared that even though Camille was relying on them, they would not be able to be her rock, that they would end up not being able to comfort her.
But, the time they all dreaded came sooner than they accepted and all of their hearts begin sinking lower and lower. Yet they all put on a brave face for each other. They weren't about to let each other or Camille down. If only they knew how much they would need each other.
"Hey, Cami. Are you ready for this?" Kendall asks.
"Yeah, I guess. Can I have a hug?" Camille asks sheepishly. She feels embarrassed asking him this but she's not sure of anything anymore. She's afraid that they see her differently, that they're scared to touch her, so she asks just to make sure. She would rather find comfort in Logan, but he's fast asleep beside her.
Kendall chuckles and gives her a hug. "You know you don't have to ask, right? I don't want anything between us to change alright?" Camille nods.
"Did you guys all sleep in here?" Camille asks, slightly amazed that everyone found somewhere to sleep for the night in the small room.
"Yeah, of course. We promised we would stay, right?"
"I guess, thank you." Camille flashes him a smile.
She looks around to see all her friends sprawled over chairs and on the floor. She smiles when she sees Carlos stir and mess up James' hair. He was going to freak when be wakes up. She sees Stephanie and Jo leaning on each other for support, both fast asleep as well.
Soon, Logan and the others wake up and the officers arrive all too soon.
"Hey, guys. Do you want to get started? Feel free to stop whenever you want. We'll understand," one of the officers gave her a sympathetic smile and sat down next to two of his fellow officers.
"Yeah, might as well get this over with as soon as possible." Camille offers a small sad smile as she sits up a bit. They smile back, but they all know that Camille is scared out of her mind.
"We'll start out slow alright?"
"Okay," Camille draws in a shaky breath and nods.
"Do- do you know where he took you? Where you were?"
"No, I don't know. He took me and began beating me up. I was knocked out and I woke up a dark room. There wasn't much there, just a small bed and pillars all around. S-sometimes he would chain m-me up to them and do things to me," Camille says calmly. She doesn't look like she's about to burst but the others' faces wear horrified expressions even though they know it isn't even the beginning.
"I know this is going to be hard, but can you tell us what happened down in the basement?"
"I-I remember waking up in the room and he came down there after I woke up. He told me how no one loves me and- and then he starting beating me up. I couldn't breathe. He kept kicking me and…" Before she can finish, she clenches the white sheets tightly and lets out a choked sob. "It was just-just so bad. I didn't want to die, but I didn't know if I would live either. I gave myself up, because if I didn't, I was scared that he might hurt one of them," she whispers, gesturing to one of them.
"Cam, you can stop. You can finish later," Logan soothes, pulling her to him.
"N-no. I c-can do this."
"S-sometimes he would stand on top of my legs, it hurt so bad. I was s-so sure they were broken. He chained m-my feet to the floor so I couldn't escape. H-he used to call me names. He almost never used my name. It was always bitch, idiot, o-or Mill. I hated that nickname when I –I was younger."
"He would use his bare hands most of the time, b-but sometimes he used a knife. He would put in me and s-sometimes leave it there for me to take out."
A choked sob escapes her lips. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Never be sorry you had to go through that," Logan rocks her back and forth gently. Tears are streaming down all of their faces.
"Are you sure you don't want to stop, because we can."
"No, I need to get this over with," Camille sighs. They all nod, understanding.
"He used to pretend like I was Mom," a gasp went around the room, "he k-kissed me a-and touched me, a- and h-he would…" she can't take it anymore. She breaks down crying in Logan's arms and all of her friends gather around.
All of their faces wear horrified, disgusted expressions. She looks up to meet the eyes of her friends and the officers.
"Am I done?" she asks, uncertain.
"Just one more question," the officer assures her.
"Did he…did he ever rape you?"
All eyes are on Camille, as she lets the question sink in. She slowly shakes her head and they all let out a sigh of relief.
"N-no but h-he kissed me a-and did other things," she leaves off at that because in one swift motion she is in Logan's arms again, crying. He's crying as well are the rest of their friends. Jo and Kendall are crying into each other. James sits in the middle of Carlos and Stephanie, all three of them hysterically crying into each other.
Logan and Camille are in each others' arms, crying. Logan lifts her head with his index finger, and showers her face with kisses.
"Am I done now?" she asks as she and Logan part.
"Yes, thank you, Camille. Stay strong." Even the officers have tears welled up in their eyes, but they refuse to let they fall. Part of their job is to stay strong and they have witnessed many things but even they find this disheartening. Who would do this to a teenager?
Right after they leave, Camille starts to calm down.
"C-Can I ask you a question, Logie?" Logan blushes at the nickname but nods.
"How- how long was I missing?"
"Two months. You were in a coma for another three weeks though."
"Almost three months?" Camille whispers in astonishment.
"Yes, three months too long," Kendall gives her a soft, sad smile.
"We missed you, Cami," Jo speaks up, tears in her eyes just like everyone else.
"I missed you guys too. It was so lonely, I had no one. That was the worst, I didn't have any of you but I didn't want you there though."
"Can I ask you another question?" Everyone nods without hesitation.
"What happened to your hand?" she asks, trailing her fingers up his arms, gently touching his cast and then his bullet wound.
"Yeah, actually… bleep, blaap, bloop." Logan rambles off, getting more and more nervous.
"This is from when he got a little mad at Kendall and punched the wall and the other one is from when he took a bullet for you on the day we found you." Carlos says happily.
"Carlos!" they all shout. Clearly, he was not supposed to tell her all that.
"Sorry."
"You got in a fight with Kendall?" Camille asks, eyeing the both of them, "You took a bullet for me, too? Why?" she gingerly traces the wound with her fingers.
"It was nothing with Kendall, we're cool now, right?" he looks at Kendall who smiles and nods. "And, besides, this was nothing compared to what you went through."
"You didn't need to do that, but thank you."
"Stop saying that. You have told us that too many times. We would do anything for you, just stop thanking us every two seconds."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. Just remember that we're not going anywhere."
There was a long silence after that, but it wasn't awkward at all. In fact, they enjoyed just taking in each other's presence. They sit there admiring their friendships, the bonds that will never be broken.
Suddenly, a phone rings, bringing them out of their comfortable silence.
"Hello?" Logan answers the phone.
"This is Officer Wells. I had just came to talk to your girlfriend, Camille Roberts. There was something we needed to tell her, but she wasn't in the state of mind to hear this, so I want you to tell her when the time is right, though, okay."
"Yeah, sure. Tell me." Logan covers the phone and walks out of the room, leaving his friends staring after him.
As soon as he gets outside, he hears a voice at the other line begin to talk. "I need you to tell her that there's going to be a trial in a month from now, alright?"
"S-she's going to have to see him again? She- I- I'm not sure that she will be able to handle that."
"I know but you have to tell her eventually. We need to have this trial, so we can make some major decisions."
"A-alright I'll tell her soon. I'll make sure she's ready."
"Thank you. Good luck."
"Yes, thank you."
"I'll keep in touch, Logan."
"Alright."
Logan makes his way back to the room, only to be greeted by his friends.
"Who was that, sweetie?" Camille asks.
"Yeah, who was that, sweetie?" Carlos mimics.
"Shut up."
"It was no one, just someone who called on the wrong number."
"Are you sure?" Camille asks. Logan starts panicking but keeps his cool.
"Yeah, why don't you get some rest? You've had a long day."
"Okay, but stay."
"I told you I wouldn't go anywhere, didn't I?"
"I love you," Logan leans down to peck her lips.
"I love you, too." Camille snuggles up closer against Logan, breathing in his scent. "I love you, too."
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