Cameron's P.O.V.

The party never lasted long. One of Caylee's ex boyfriend's showed up at the party and tried to get her back. He almost did though, since Kevin drank too much he was too drunk to fight for his love. He got a little sober and they began to fight. Kevin almost trashed the whole place the way he got so angry that someone tried his girlfriend. He is possessive, yes. But in the good way. He doesn't try to fight everyone he comes in contact with, he doesn't start cursing and that's a good thing.

Some girls tried flirting with me but May being the great friend she is, always came to the rescue. She would either hold onto my arm or call me from a distance telling me to join her somewhere.

Some people left and we ended up going back to Caylee's house. May got tired and she wanted to go home but since I never had my car with us, I couldn't get her....us home. I really am tired and I don't have time to start a conversation with anyone right now.

"Where is Caylee, I want to thank her for the night so we can leave. I'll take Kevin's car and he can sleep here if he doesn't want to come. He is drunk anyway." I ask May who is sitting on the couch.

"It is not Caylee for the hundredth time. It's Carly. Why do you keep mistaking the name. It's not hard to remember." She snaps, I think she had a little too much to drink.

"Sorry, I can't help it. Now tell me where she is."

"She's in the kitchen with Kevin. She's helping Kevin with his face."

I quickly make my way to the kitchen and spot Kevin sitting on the island and Cayl... Carly standing in between his legs, dabbing a piece of cotton on his forehead. There are a few cotton lying down next to Kevin.

"Uhm, we are gonna head home. Is he staying or going?" I ask, staring at the cut on Kevin's head right above the eyebrow.

"He is gonna stay, I missed him anyway." She says and Kevin smiles at her.

This makes me miss Cleo aswell. I wonder what she's up to. I hope she isn't still beating herself up. She's an amazing person, she doesn't deserve to be in harms way, though I don't know much about her, I know enough to think that she doesn't deserve depression. Noone deserves depression, it's a way of turning your world upside down, but in that way you can't bring yourself to like what's coming.

I take the car keys from Kevin and make my way back to May. "Come on, we can go now, he.." I say and look at her. She's sleeping on the couch, mouth open.

I pick her up and carry her bridestyle to the car. I bend my knees and open the door with my fingers making me cut myself by something but that's the least of my worries right now because she's so heavy, though she weighs less than 100 pounds.

I made it, eventually and got inside the car once she was secured. I started driving back home and my thoughts ran wild. I kissed Cleo two times since I met her. That's a good sign right? Maybe there is something in it for us in the future. Future being in 2-3 years from now. No longer than that.

I'm still worried about her. What if she has nightmares? What if she has suicide thoughts? Why am I thinking of her having suicide thoughts? I mentally slap myself and I make a turn left. I park the car infront of my house and take May out, before locking it with the keys.

I quickly unlock the door and lock it again, struggling here and there but making it, eventually. I quickly make my way upstairs and lay May down on my bed. She's sleeping on the left side where the lamp is and I'll sleep on the side near the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face. I put on a sweatshirt and tennis shorts before getting into bed.

May wouldn't be angry at me in the morning because I didn't take her home, well I hope so. I slowly drift off and I'm dreaming about a beautiful red haired girl.

Cleo's P.O.V.

I'm still taped and sitting on the hard concrete floor. The tears just keeps coming and I have no idea what to do. I don't know how to call someone to let them know what happened to me and where the hell I am. I'm so scared and my hands are shaking. My arms are sore and becoming numb. I got a serious headache and I'm a little dizzy.

Robby comes bursting through the door with scissors. He walks over to me and I flinch. He cuts the tape from my wrists and cuts it from my mouth. I exercise my arms by swirling it around. It feels better then before but it's still numb and it still hurts so badly. I take the scissors from him and move away, cutting a piece of my t-shirt off. I place it on my cut forehead and whimper at the pain.

"Let me help you." Robby offers but I hold my hand up, stopping him from coming anywhere near me or saying anything else.

"Don't. Don't come near me. I don't need your help." I reply with disgust fully visible in my voice.

"Cleo. You're gonna bleed out and you're gonna pass out if I don't help you." He moves closer to me and I stand up immediately, facing the scissors at him making him stop in his tracks. "You won't do anything. Please let me help you, I already feel guilty for what Carlos done, don't make me feel guilty for anything else." His eyes are emotionless. He doesn't mean what he is saying.

First he allows his partner to hit me, than he kidnaps me. Then he tapes me up and put me in a room where there is no bed, nothing at all to be exact. It's so freezing in here and I'm shivering. He doesn't care about me, so why bother coming in here to help me. He wouldn't need to help me if he hadn't kidnapped me. I keep saying kidnap when I'm not a kid. I'm a child of god. God's kid, so I'll continue with "kidnap."

I really miss Cameron right now. He would've fight all these horrible people and he would've made sure that I'm not hurt. Robby on the other side, isn't my boyfriend or anywhere near that, but he is/was literally my bestfriend. His betrayal hurt more then the pain I'm feeling from missing Kev and the depression. He knows almost every single thing about me yet he is like a sword in my heart twisting every time he says a word.

Robert is someone I shouldn't be afraid of, but I'm sitting here and I'm so damned scared. What if he kills me? What if he tries to hurt me slowly like he did the moment I saw him stealing. He means alot to me and I don't want him to go to jail, but he needs to know that stealing isn't something he should be doing, it isn't something he should write down as a hobby. He has always been the lazy one of us both here but I don't blame him. When we were younger, he didn't exercise once. He would always watch me and eat popcorn or something.

"Then atleast let me take you to a room where there are proper furniture." He says like this room has furniture.

I get up and he leads me to a room. The doors are white and has sort of a triangular patterns. When I walk inside the room, it's beautiful really. Too modern for my liking but it will do for the night. I promise myself that I will make it home tomorrow, doesn't need to be a specific time but I need to get out of here.

I sit down on the bed and take my shoes off. Robert sits down next to me, not too close and not too far but far enough for a talking distance. This room is huge and the bed is ginormous.

"I'm sorry about today. But I just can't take the risk of going to jail again." He says looking down.

Again? Did I hear correctly? He went to jail before? I don't want to start a conversation right now with him or else he tries to kill me or something. Honestly, I'm just going to ignore him for the rest of the night.

He stands up and walks over to the door he turns around to face me again. "I'm really sorry." He apologizes again and walks out closing the door behind him. I'm too exhausted to think right now. I find myself drifting off to sleep and dreaming of a handsome brown haired boy.

(Double update? Hehe, kidna though. Ilygsm!)