Okay guys, if you have heard that Rachel a.k.a. "2 kool 2 spell kool right" is dead, it's not true. I just found out a few minutes ago, by her posting a note to all her readers. Someone hacked her friend's account and hence, all this chaos. She attempted to commit suicide, but didn't succeed. She is such a talented girl and I'm so glad that she's still with us. Either way, I strongly encourage you to check out her work because she is simply incredible. We all love you, Rachel, don't ever try to do that again. I want all of you to tell her how much you love her, right now!

I have been planning this chapter for MONTHS, especially towards the end, so I hope all my planning pays off. Thank you for all the reviews, you guys are the best!

AN: I don't own anything except for what I've created.

WARNING: Mild language and things get a little heated towards the middle.

Camille

He was coming at me, knife in hand and a menacing look upon his messily shaven face. The knife was covered in little specks of red, my blood. It was disgusting to look at my own dry blood from the previous day, but it's not like I had much choice. I tried hard to shut my eyes, but they refused to shut. I was watching his every move, fear overcoming every part of me.

"Hey there, my little bitch," Andrew coos, stroking my cheek.

"Get away from me, you freak," I push his hand away.

He feigns hurt, but a sinister smile returns to his face. "You shouldn't have said that."

He inches the knife closer to my soft, scarred flesh. Shivers run up my spine as I try to get away. Unfortunately for me, I was chained to a pole which was freezing my back. He reaches out and strokes my shoulder.

"How are you feeling, sweetie-pie?" Before I have the chance to answers, he cuts my skin with the knife, inching it more and more inside of me slowly.

The pain was unbearable. "Stop it! Ahhh! Stop it, you're hurting me." I scramble to try to get him off of me, but my efforts are in vain. He's too heavy, and the weight is not helping to ease the pain at all. "Stop it!" I shriek and begin to cry.

"Awww, is someone upset? Don't worry; I'm doing it because I love you." He reaches out again, but I slap his hand away. I'm losing too much blood for one person, I was going to die, I was sure of it. Black spots were already blurring my vision, but I fought to stay awake. If I fell asleep, then I might never wake up and if that happens, then he wins.

He was always confusing me like this, though. He would tell me that hates me, but a few minutes later, he would say that he loves me. It drove me nuts, but I was almost positive that he hated me. But, when he did say that he loves me, I almost always believed him. He may have turned into a monster, but at the same time, he was still by biological father. A little part of me always loved him and still does, no matter what he does to me.

I return to the situation in front of me. Black spots are almost completely covering my vision by now. "Stop it, please," I whimper, desperately hoping he listens, but my pleas fall upon deaf ears.

"No can do," he laughs to himself, it's bitter, and I can't help but feel sorry for him.

I know that I shouldn't. After all he's done, I should not forgive him, but I do. I'm not sure why, but a part of me feels sorry for him, a feeling that I can't quite place.

"Stop it, please," I sob, but this time he listens, he quickly takes out the knife, which hurts more than anything. I gasp because of the pain and then scream loud enough to shatter someone's ear drums. It all hurts so much, it's so unbearable. I'm still bleeding, and the black spots are covering more and more of my vision. I blink a few times and take in deep breaths in an attempt to make them go away. I struggle beneath him until he finally stands.

"Shut up you little bitch. You should be grateful that I felt kind of bad." He covers my mouth, suffocating a bit until he draws it back. He shoots it forward one last time, colliding it with my cheek, then, he twists on his heel, and exits the cold, empty room.

As soon as he leaves and the door clicks shut, I let out a blood-curdling scream. "Stop it, please. Someone, make it stop! Logan, come help me, please. I need you, I need you." I shout over and over again, but soon my pleas turn into whimpers. There's no one there to help me, and I attempt to stop the bleeding my applying pressure like Logan had taught me, but nothing works. I'm dying I can feel it. "Logan, save me." I groan and whimper when pain shoots through me again.

Logan

I awakened, not surprisingly, by Camille's sobs. Not that I minded, no, not at all. I just wish that I could make her nightmares stop. I didn't mind comforting her, but…still. I sit up immediately at the sound of Camille's cry.

"Cami, wake up," I gently shake her shoulders, hoping that she wakes up.

"Stop it! Ahhh! Stop it, you're hurting me," she shrieks, sobbing. She moves her arms and legs frantically around, trying to get away. "Stop it!"

"Cami, please. I need you to open your eyes, baby," I plead, whispering into her ear.

"Stop it," she whimpers. Honestly, that terrified me. All these years, I've always known her to be so strong. It was terrifying me to hear her sound so helpless and vulnerable.

"Logan?" I look up to meet Katie's terrified big, brown eyes. "What's going on?" her voice becomes more and more weak by every word she speaks.

"It's okay, sweetie. Just try to go back to sleep, okay?" I tell her gently. She shakes her head, eyes terrified and frantic.

"I know I'm y-younger than you, but I know that she's h-having a nightmare. I can't go to sleep knowing t-that." Katie's chocolate brown eyes well up with tears, threatening to fall down her tanned cheeks.

"Okay." I simply answer, giving her a small squeeze, and then turning my attention back to Camille. I'm surprised that no one else has woken up, either they are all heavy sleepers or they were just simply tired from putting together our apartment.

"Camille, please wake up." I gently shake her once again, but nothing seems to work. Tears well up in my eyes and spill over. This happens practically everyday, but it never gets easier, it's hard every single time.

The next things she screams, utterly and completely breaks my heart. "Stop it, please. Someone, make it stop! Logan come help me, please. I need you, I need you," she screams this over and over again, her sobbing soon turning into heart-breaking whimpers.

I wanted to help her so bad, if only she would wake up. It was literally breaking my heart to see her like this. It was breaking my heart to know that she wanted me to help her when I knew I couldn't.

"Camille, please." I beg over and over again, hoping that she listens.

"Logan, save me." she whimpers, and then groans as if she was in pain.

"Cam, no. No. Wake up for me, please." I cup her face in my hands and hum the tune to "Nothin' Even Matters" in her ear, something that works most of the time when she's calm enough to listen. I glance up quickly to check up on Katie. Her eyes are still horrified, but intrigued in Camille. She was quickly darting her eyes from Camille to me.

"Katie- kat? Are you okay?" I ask as I gently nudge her knee with my hand, using the nickname I've used for her when she was younger. She's quick to nod her head and gesture towards Camille.

"I'm fine, Logie. Don't- Don't worry about me, just focus on Camille." I nod my head and do as I'm told.

"Cam, wake up." I beg, but this time, it seems to be working this time. "Oh thank, goodness," I sigh with relief when Camille opens her blood-shot eyes.

"Logan?" she asks, her voice hoarse from all the crying and screaming. She burst into tears and clings to me immediately as I meet her eyes. "That was a bad one. I was so scared, and he-he," she doesn't finish but simply clings to me tighter to show me how much she needed me. Her nails dug into the skin on my back, but I didn't care at this point.

"Shhh, I know. I'm right here, beautiful. I'm right here." I hug her tighter, stroking her hair. I manage to tear her apart from me, but before she has the time to complain or ask questions, I attack her lips with my own. The kiss deepens, making us cling tighter to each other than ever before. Our hot tears touch each others equally hot faces. I kiss away her tears from her cheeks and then make my way back to her lips once again. I part with her when air becomes a problem, but take that as a chance to place kisses on her neck. I trail kisses down from her lips to her neck to her shoulders, occasionally sucking at her pulse point, causing her to groan.

"Logan..." she moans, the sound exhilarating me more than anything. I trail the kisses back up to her lips, kissing them passionately.

"Camille," I mumble against her soft, hot lips. I don't want to part lips with her, but we are interrupted with a cough. I slowly part with her, then wrapping my arm around her. Our breathing is still heavy and uneven, but we manage to meet the eyes of a slightly disgusted Katie.

"Sorry, I had to do that. As much as I love you, do you think you can keep it G-rated around me? I don't need to see that." She smirks, but does the unexpected. She gets up a wraps her arms around the both of us. We hug back, but are left behind a bit flustered. However, we don't question it, and just enjoy the moment.

"Let's get back to sleep. We can still fit in a few more hours." I tells them.

"You can sleep, Logan. I think I'll go to sleep in a little while." Camille says, looking down into her hands.

"Are you sure? I can stay up with you if you want."

"Nah, I'll be just fine." Camille shrugs, wiping away the last of her tears.

"I'll stay with her, if it would make you feel any better, I don't think I can go to sleep right now anyways." Katie tells me.

"Thanks Katie- kat." I reach up and tousle her hair.

"Hey!" she shouts, but fails in trying to hide a smile.

"I love you," I lean in and kiss Camille's temple.

"I love you, too." She smiles widely, pecking my lips lightly.

Camille

I don't know what happened earlier, but I liked it. It was as if something came over Logan, causing a fiery side of him to show itself to me. I loved it. It wasn't something I got to see often, and honestly? I was anxiously waiting for it to happen again.

Logan was fast asleep now, he must have been exhausted, because as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out of it.

"Katie, you know you don't have to stay awake with me, right? You can go to sleep if you want." I tell her, seating myself on the couch.

"I know, but I wanted to." She sits down next to me, slightly bouncing against the soft white leather of the couch.

"Why?"

"Because. Don't tell anyone this, but I look up to you. I like spending time with you, because I want to be like you."

I was shocked to say the least. I don't know why on earth a girl like Katie would look up to me, but I was touched. But, still, it made me curious as to why she did.

"W-why? I mean, why me? I'm not special, I'm simply Camille. I mean shouldn't you look up to Kendall?"

"I do, but it's just that I look up to you… more. And you are special, whether you realize it or not. You stayed strong after being through so much, you are so unique, and you don't care about what others think of you. You are hard-headed and so nice to everyone around you. You don't give a crap about those who don't appreciate you. You're confident about everything you do and do it because you love it and- and not because you're forced to do it. You do it out of the goodness of your heart." Katie tells me, pressing my knee for emphasis.

"I'm- I'm not all of those things. I do care about what others think of me and I'm not always strong and confident. I'm broken now days and I don't know how to fix myself. But, thank you." I give her a small smile as I tell her.

"But, no. You're so much more. You're more strong and confident than you know. You have been strong for so long, and it's okay to break sometimes. Remember that you'll always have us no matter what happens." Katie smiles up at me, and know she means every word she has uttered.

"You know for someone so small, you're wiser than the most of us here. Come here," I beckon her over and pull her into a huge bear-hug. "And, I'm still sorry about what you had to see before. I think we both just got a little… carried away." I give her a sheepish smile, slightly embarrassed.

"It's okay. You both showed me what I want one day. I want someone to love me one day as much as you two love each other." Katie pulls back from the embrace and smiles.

"Let's get some sleep, now." She lays her head in my lap as I run my fingers through her soft brown locks.

"I love you, you're like the little sister I never had." I stifled a yawn to myself as I talked.

"I love you, too. You're the older sister I always wanted. Thank you for being to good to me and everyone else."

It was funny how even Katie could make me feel pride in myself even when I think I'm feeling down. I honestly loved Katie more than she knew, she was like the little sister I never had, and honestly? I loved spending time with her as much as she did with me. She has boosted my mood and self- confidence more than she knows right now.

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