Happy New Years Eve! Thank you guys so much for everything. There's a lot of crude language in this chapter so just a fore warning to all of you. I'm excited for this one...

AN: I don't own anything but the plot.

"We found these envelopes in the night stand drawer of Andrew Robert's apartment. They're addressed to you and someone named Ethan. They're safe. What you do with these are none of our concern but knowing Mr. Roberts, it may be serious, so brace yourselves. We'll see you guys later, okay? Stay strong." The officers curtly nod in Logan and Camille's direction and then stand to leave.

"Thank you," Camille murmurs quietly, looking at the envelopes in her hand. She waits until they leave before she flips over the envelopes.

"Are you going to open them? I mean, you don't have to, we can just throw them out if you want," Logan rambles, placing a hand on her trembling shoulder. "Cam, you're shaking. Are you okay?"

Camille slips her eyes shut and sighs. "I need to open these. Maybe it'll help me move on."

Logan looks at her with doubt in his eyes but doesn't say anything. If it was her decision, he was by all means going to respect it. Camille tucks her index finger under the flap and tears the first envelope open, pulling out a letter.

Her hands, still trembling, open it and her eyes dart back and forth, intensely reading the letter.

Millie,

If you think this is an apology letter, then you're out of your fucking mind. I'm not going to apologize to you because I don't regret anything. I don't regret a hit, a slap, a punch, a kick or kiss. I don't regret a thing. I only gave what you simply deserved. Frankly, I don't even know if it's you, Millie, that's reading this. Though this is addressed to her, my every intention is for her to die, so if she is dead, then I've succeeded in my motives. Nevertheless, it is to Millie, my sweet, fucking, little bitch.

I hate you. If it wasn't clear by the abuse, I hate you. I hate what you do to me, I hate that you remind me of your mother and I hate that you're the person I've always wanted to be. Why did you fucking get the best life even when I tried my hardest to ruin it for you? I tried so hard. Wasn't I enough? Guess I didn't beat you hard enough. I'm sure you'll never forget me though, I'm sure as hell that I won't be erased from your memory. Did you know you look like your mother? Well, you do and I freaking hate that. Why did you do that to me? It made hating you harder. That's why physical abuse met terms with sexual abuse. Why did you get a great life in the end? I tried to ruin it for you. I tried to kill you. Why didn't you fucking die? You were supposed to. You weren't supposed to live- that's how much I hate you.

You ran off, some stupid neighbor of ours called the cops on me, we could have lived our lives together. I loved hitting you. But no, you grew up miles away and then moved to Hollywood, the city of dreams. That should've been the last place you ended up. You got a rich and famous boyfriend and friends, you got acting roles and became happy. Weren't you happy with me? I thought you were. That's why I escaped prison and came after you- so we could be happy together again. You could dump that little good for nothing boyfriend of yours and we would've lived happily ever after… that is until I killed you. Then I kidnapped you and those days were honestly the best days of my life. You were older and more… mature. It was easier to pretend you were Cynthia rather than hate you for looking like her. You grew into her petite body and if she were still around, you would've looked exactly like her. I touched you more, in ways that I'm sure made you furious and think of your boyfriend. But no matter how much you tried to deny it, it was me that was touching you like that and kissing you. But the physical abuse had to go on, didn't it? I beat you night and day and while I knew it hurt you, it was fun.

But this letter isn't an explanation or a confession. No, it's a letter of hate. You're worthless and I hope you die Millie, that is, if you haven't already. I hope you die a painful death all alone. I loved you at one point, which I don't understand now, but now every thought of you reflects hate. I don't consider myself your father anymore- I've severed all ties with you but you don't seem to have. I'll never understand that. I'll never understand you.

-Andrew Roberts

Camille looked up from the letter and glanced at Logan with teary eyes. She quickly looks away, large droplets of tears already rolling down her rosy cheeks and onto the paper. He hated her. Doubting that he did and seeing it in writing were two completely different things. In pen, it made it real, even when she didn't want it to be. She wanted it to be a dream. She still loved him. He was her father no matter what he said.

"Hey," Logan says, grabbing her chin and guiding it towards his face. His fingers caress her cheeks, wiping the tears away. In a low voice he asks, "What does the letter say?"

Being too choked up to speak, Camille wordlessly hands over the letter onto his lap and sniffles. "Read it," she whispers, looking back at the other envelopes.

Logan leans and pulls her into a tight hug. "Don't read them if it's making you so upset. It's not worth it."

Camille nods into the embrace but has no intention of listening to him. It was worth it. She was finally able to look into Andrew's head. Though the thoughts broke her heart, in a way, she was now able to understand his sick thoughts a bit better. The thoughts were sick if anything, her stomach clenched in disgust as she read the letter and she felt nauseous but she still had another whole letter to read.

Logan releases her, kissing her forehead and then opens the letter Camille had set down in his lap to read himself.

Camille, on the other hand, sets aside the two addressed to Ethan and picks up the last one for herself. But she can't help but look longingly at the letters she had previously set aside. She missed Ethan.

Shaking her head, she looked again at the letter at hand and tore it open. She felt like she had nothing to lose- if the first letter she read was that bad, then the second one couldn't be worse, right?

She slowly opens the letter, her dark brown eyes scanning the top.

My beautiful Millie,

She pauses and read it over, yet the words stay the same. My beautiful Millie. The only person to ever say that was… her mother. She didn't remember much but she remembered that at least. This letter wasn't from her dad, no, it wasn't from Andrew. It was from her mother, Cynthia Roberts. The woman, who for a majority of her life was a mystery. This letter was her key to knowing her, even if it was a little bit.

Camille's hands shake as she begins to read.

My beautiful Millie,

I'm sorry this explanation is so delayed but I didn't think you would understand it at the age of eight. I told your father to give this to you when you're at least thirteen, then maybe you'd understand. I'm sorry I left, but at the same time, I'm not. I lived the life of a perfect wife and mother for too many years- I pretended that I was happy for too long. I actually wanted happiness; I didn't want to pretend to be happy. In order for that to happen though, I needed to leave. I didn't want a husband and kids tying me down. I love you, Millie, you're my daughter but at the same time you were a mistake. I was only twenty when I had you. That's too young to have a kid and I made a mistake. I tried to be a good mother and I tried to be a good wife but twenty was too young. I was stuck at home when all my friends were out partying and having fun. I was at home with you. You're were a mistake, but that didn't mean I didn't love you. But it was hard. It was so hard to live like that. The years later, for some reason, we decided to have Ethan. The only difference was that this time I didn't mind as much. It was easier to love him because we already had you. But the years dragged on and I wasn't happy. I realized staying there wouldn't make me happy and it wouldn't make any of you happy either.

So, I'm leaving. I don't know where I'm going yet but I need to go and live the life I always wished I had. I didn't want to be held down by my mistakes. Mistakes. I made far too many and I ruined too many things because of them. You're dad will take care of you. He's a good man. He'll make sure you have all the love in your life that you'll need. You have Ethan and your dad- they'll make your life complete, I have trust in that. I don't know when or if I'll ever come back. Even though you were a mistake, Millie, I still love you. Don't forget that.

Your Mother,

Cynthia Roberts

Camille sets the letter down. Tears glisten in her eyes. Why did this always happen to her? She was a mistake. A fucking mistake. Her mother's words rung in her ears. Her words hurt more than any hit, stab or even bullet. It hurt more than anything in the world. It hurt more than the scars on her body and it hurt more than any broken bone ever would. It hurt so much that it made her heart ache.

She looks over at Logan who was still intensely reading the other letter. His expression was furious and his hands were holding the paper so tightly that the paper was almost tearing. Did he regret being with her? Did he think she was a mistake too?

Suddenly it became all too much. Unintentionally, she holds her breath and then releases it, her breaths coming in short gasps. She stands up and slowly moves away from Logan. What if he realized now that he was too good for her? What if he realized she really was a mistake?

She had too many thoughts running through her head for her to think straight.

A mistake. A mistake. A mistake. She was worthless. She was a mistake. A stupid mistake.

"Hey, Cam. Breathe." Logan rests a hand on her shoulder. Camille jerks forward, falling to her knees. "Look at me, Camille." Logan moves her head to face his, their noses just inches apart.

"I'm a mistake, aren't I?" she asks in a low voice. "I'm just a stupid mistake," she laughs humorlessly to herself.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" Logan asks, his eyebrows furrowing in both concern and confusion.

"I'm worthless, right? I- I don't deserve you. I'm a mistake. I- I sh- shouldn't be here. I'm a mistake, get away from me!" Camille freaks, pushing Logan away from her. Logan is pushed back a bit, the hysterical state of Camille surprising him. Hurt flashes through his eyes.

"Camille, what are you talking about? You're not-."

"Yes, I am! I'm a stupid, fucking mistake. I was never s-supposed to be here. Leave Logan. Leave me alone! I don't freaking deserve you. Leave!" Camille screams, standing up, grabbing Logan's arm tightly and moving towards the entrance of their apartment.

"Cam, what are you doing? Let go," Logan pleads. He twists and struggles in Camille's grip but she had her mind set on his leaving and she wasn't about to let him go anytime soon.

"Bye Logan," Camille whispers, shutting the door in his face. He's hurt, she knows, but at the moment, that's the least of her worries.

"But, C-," Logan protests but is cut off by the slamming of the door.

Camille turns around, her back resting against the door. She doesn't have much time. It's only a matter of minutes or even seconds before Logan finds another way in. She races to the bathroom, her mind dazed with thoughts of her being a mistake. She shuts the door behind her and her eyes scan the bathroom until her eyes meet her desired object and she grabs it tightly.

Camille pulls up her sleeve, bringing the razor blade to her porcelain skin and she cuts.

AN: I'm going to explain some things so for those of you who want to stick around for this author's note, please do.

First, the explanation behind the chapter's name. Breaking a Promise is the name of this chapter because remember way back when Camille promised herself not to cut, well I needed to bring that back. It was a lose end and it was necessary. Second, I know the letters were a bit confusing. It makes sense in my head but I'm sure it doesn't in many of yours so please don't be shy to ask any questions. Even if you're not a member, leave a review, it doesn't have to be signed, and in the review leave the question. I promise that'll I answer it in the beginning of the next chapter. Lastly, please don't hate me. There are reasons as to why something will happen and even if I don't always expose them right away, they are there. I hope you still stick with me...

Wow, this is the last chapter of this story as of 2011. This year went by so fast but I cherished so many moments. I'm so blessed to have all of you in my life though I may not know you personally. I love you all. I hope you all have a wonderful New Years full of happiness and cheer.

So... review? Oh and feel free to ask any questions.