Hello again! I am updating quickly-ish because it's the holidays here, and sadly all my friends are away abroad, and my best friend moved away a few months ago so we don't see each other, but she is coming down soon to visit me so that's good.

Thank you so much Sjmango again and believes514 for your really nice reviews! They made me so happy to read!

On with the story.

Chapter 7

I gulped. My Mom was scary at the best of times, but now it looked like smoke was going to start blowing out of her ears. Her eyes were bright and full of fury, and she looked so much like a raging bull that I had to cover my mouth to stop me from laughing out loud.

Luckily she mistook this as a 'caught in the act' action, until I could hold it in no more and started snorting with laughter. She glared at me, and hissed: "Go to your room. Stay there until I tell you to come out." She hissed. I immediately stopped laughing and rushed upstairs to my room. I thought I had got off surprisingly lightly, until I heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock on my bedroom door.

I gulped. This was serious – she evidently didn't even trust me to stay in my room. I sighed, flopping down on my bed. I went straight to sleep.

The next morning, I got up, stretched, and walked over to the door. It was a Saturday, and I had made plans earlier in the week to go round to Macey's mansion. I pulled on the door handle but it didn't budge. I pulled harder – still nothing. I banged on the door.

"Mom, can I come out now for breakfast?" I yelled. There was no answer. I looked around for my phone; I had left it on my bedside table when I got back. It wasn't there. Oh no. Had my Mom taken my phone?

I felt a surge of anger. How long would she leave me in here? Honestly, all I had done was go to a little party for like an hour and a half. I was sick of my Mom being such a protective old woman. I get that she doesn't want to lose her only child as well as her husband, but I'm 15! I need my freedom!

I walked over to the window. Through it I could see Zach's window. Zach was standing there, looking at the road to the left. As I watched, he turned around, made eye contact with me, but then turned away and walked off. I stood there for another half hour, but he didn't return, nor did he leave the house. What's with him? I wondered. I sat down on the bed, predicting a long boring day ahead.

Zach POV

I knew that party would be lame. I mean, not much can compare to the Cali parties, but that was really the worst party I had ever been to. After I had managed to get the annoying little Tina off of me, I tried looking for Cammie again but she was gone. Josh overheard me asking someone if they knew where she was, and he laughed. I turned to face him.

"You want to know where your precious Cammie is then Zachary?" he said, smirking. HOW DARE HE SMIRK? That was my thing! I should totally get that smirk copyrighted. And if he was going to do it, he could at least do it properly! Goodness, Cammie totally deserves better. Me, for example.

"Well, Zachary," Josh continued, not waiting for an answer. "I'm afraid you cannot see Cammie anymore." I frowned.

"What?" I spat. He just punched me, square in the jaw. I wasn't expecting that at all. I stumbled back, but managed to stay standing.

"What the hell Josh? Anyway, you can't tell me not to see Cammie, you don't own her!"

"Oh, I don't?" he asked innocently. He reached out to punch me again, but I was expecting it this time. I grabbed his arm, pulling him off balance. But his main lackey, Dillon, darted forward and punched me in the gut. I fell to the floor, groaning. Josh had regained his balance, and walked over to me and started speaking, kicking my gut with every word that came out of his evil mouth.

He looked around at our stunned group of spectators.

"What –kick- y'all –kick- lookin' –kick- at –kick-?" he grinned. Then he walked away. Before he reached the door, he turned around.

"Zach? NEVER talk to my Cammie again." Then he left. I was stunned. Some people tried to help me up, but I shook them off. I stood up and limped all the way home, fell down on my bed and slept.

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was that my face and stomach hurt. There was blood on my pillow from where my face had bled overnight and a sickening feeling in the pit of my heart when I remembered what had happened. I walked slowly and carefully over to the window. I looked at the road to think. I always did that because roads held some of my happier childhood memories. I could remember playing in them with my old friends back in Cali. I sighed, and looked around. I saw Cammie in her window, studying me. She looked as cute as ever. How could I not see her again? How could I allow the poisonous Josh to keep her? I broke my eyes away, turned and walked downstairs.

Cammie POV

TIME SKIP: 24 HOURS

I was so hungry. I was so thirsty. I was going to die.

Mom had not come into my room or let me out. I kept whacking my door, but nobody ever came. I let myself cry, and walked over to the window. Zach was there again, but when I stared at him he just shook he head and turned away. I had to get his attention, to talk to him, make him come and help me.

I opened the window and tried yelling. He either didn't hear or took no notice. I grabbed so pebbles from the flower pot on my windowsill, and lobbed them at his window. That time he must have heard them, but he didn't react. I just swung my legs out of the window, sat on the windowsill and cried.

Once my tears had dried themselves up, I looked down at the ground. I was only up one story; could I jump that? Right then, I would have done anything for a drink and some food. I took a deep breath, and slid off the windowsill.

Dum dum dummmm! Sorry for the cliff-hanger guys, but it was a good time to end it. (The chapter, not her life!)

I will hopefully be updating later tonight (I live in the UK and most of the views are from America, so evening for me and afternoon for you).

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