We were going to break out.

I was sick of being locked in some giant building with crazy cult people and I had to break out. I couldn't taker anymore crappy food or more stupid red doors or the stupid flirty things Jordan did when Zach was around. I was going insane.

I mean, let's face it, if I could break out of Gallagher Academy as a freshman, I was sure as hell could break out of this place with no problems. Zachary, however, was not so sold on the idea.

"Look, Cammie, we just still aren't really sure exactly who we're up against. I don't want to take a risk that could end up with the two of us dead."

"They're not going to kill us, Zach," I assured him. "They couldn't kill us. It was us not having our guard up and them getting lucky that got us here. Not their skill, or our lack of training. Besides, they couldn't get other operatives to hold here if they killed us."

He shook his head. "I'm not so sure, Cam. Like you said, they're crazy. Who knows what they would and wouldn't do."

I snorted, "Have you met Jordan? Do you honestly think she could take the two of us?" He didn't say anything. "Besides, it's not like we're going to leave here kicking and screaming. Hopefully we'll be ten miles away before they even notice we're gone. And I think I know where an exit is," I said, thinking of the hallway Zach and I had discussed at lunch on our first day at the UAW.

He sighed and plopped down on the bed. "Just… just one or two more days, Cam. I would rather do this with the help of our friends, and I'm sure they're close to finding us."

I sat down next to Zach and leaned against him. "I sure hope so, Zach. I hope so." Now, I'm not saying that I started crying a little bit, but I'm not saying I didn't. And I'm also not saying that Zach held me and let me tear-stain his shirt until I stopped sobbing, but I'm not saying he didn't. And I'm not saying that he lifted my chin and softly touched his lips to mine once I stopped, but I sure as hell ain't saying he didn't.

I woke up the next morning at seven o'clock exactly, screaming and holding my head. The pain was back.

Zach was by my side in an instant, holding me. "Cammie, shhh, what's wrong?" I stopped screaming but couldn't speak yet. I just held my head and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to focus on anything but the sharp pain, unfortunately failing miserably. It was the only thing I could feel, the only thing I could notice, and it was killing me. "Cammie, c'mon, talk to me, here. What's going on? Tell me what's happening, Cammie. I can help you." But I knew he couldn't. I knew that he had absolutely no control over the pain that had come back.

I had to tell him what was going on, but the simple thought of speaking hurt my brain. However, I forced my mouth to move, and for a soft voice to come out of it. "The pain. The pain from the first cell here is back."

He swallowed. "Right, the room with the chair. But that was a few days ago, and it hasn't bothered you since then, right?" I remained silent. "Right, Cammie?" I nodded.

Suddenly, our door swung open and Jordan marched in, boots up to her thigh, dress only covering the bare minimum. "I heard screaming. What's going on?"

Zach was the one to speak. I expected an elaborate lie, one to convince Jordan that everything was okay, that I was fine. Instead, the truth was revealed. "The first few hours we were here, Cameron had these sharp pains. They had gone away, but now it's back. And seemingly, a lot worse."

Jordan did not look surprised. In fact, she acted like he was informing her of something completely obvious, as if he had just told her that the sky was blue. "Of course. Breison said that there would be side effects."

The pain shot through my head again, such a violent pain that even I, who had attended classes and private tutoring on how to hide pain in case of torture, could not hold in the scream of pain that escaped me.

"What do you mean, side effects? Make it stop, Jordan," Zach growled. "Please, make her pain stop."

She approached us and laid her hand on Zachary's shoulder. "I wish I could. I know it's hard, seeing a friend in pain. But there is nothing I can do except let it run its course. I'm sorry, Cammie." She seemed genuinely upset about the agony I was in, but she knew why I was in it. She was expecting me to be in this kind of pain. "I'm sorry," she said again, as I twitched from discomfort. Then, abruptly, the pain stopped as quickly as it had started.

A small smile grew on my face as I whispered, "It just stopped," to Zach. He just looked at Jordan.

"How can we make this never happen again?" he demanded from Jordan.

She shook her head. "We can't stop the pain, only make it weaker. But that would require you to come to our tiny makeshift medical room. Are you up for walking across the building?" she asked. I slowly stood up, my legs still shaking. I was scared, and was having a hard time hiding it. I grabbed Jordan's arm and she started leading me out of the room. I look over my shoulder to make eye contact with Zach, to silently tell him that I would be okay. But all I saw was him with face buried into his hands.

The pain kept happening, every few hours. It wasn't as sharp of a pain as it had been though, because of the medicines they had me taking. But even with a bit of numbing, it still hurt worse than anything I'd ever experienced.

I hadn't seen Zach since I left the room with Jordan to stay in the medical room. I figured that he probably wasn't allowed to visit with me until they said that the side effects had worn off. Side effects from what, I still didn't know. I'm scared to find out. I'm so scared.

Liz and Jonas sat in front of the computer, practically shaking from watching the video they had just received. "What do we do, Jo?" He shook his head. Liz leaned forward to play the fourty second video that they'd just received once more.

"Hi, there friends of Cameron Morgan. We know you're looking for her. And until you stop, we will keep making this happen." The screen changed to Cameron lying in a bed, dead asleep. Then suddenly, she shot up straight, gripping her head like it would fall off if she loosened her hold, and screaming as loud as she could. Then it changed again, to Cammie standing in a different room, with shelves of medicines beside her. Unexpectedly she fell to the ground, a short yelp coming from her, holding her head the same way she did in the last video. Then, the last video. This one didn't even have a beginning, it started with Cameron lying in a bed, hands on her head, twitching, screaming, sobbing, for fifteen torturous seconds. She was all alone. She looked so weak.

Liz had to protect her friend. But how could she find and save Cammie when searching for her resulted in this? She didn't know what to do. She sent the video to Bex and Ms. Morgan, hoping for a plan.

Rachel received the video. Joe Solomon could practically here the headmistress's heart break as she watched her daughter suffer. "Joe…"

He grabbed her shoulders. "The UAW will be destroyed, Rachel."

She knew they would be. But she wasn't willing to wait on others to fix it this time. She would handle this herself. After all, the only thing better than a Gallagher Girl is a Gallagher Mom.

A/N: So… opinions? Love it? Hate it? Just a forewarning, the next chapter consists of drama and humor, and just a touch of seriousness. (; Review or message me if you have anything to say about the story so far! Love you all!

~Spencer