Return to Me

Chapter 4

~~~Cammie Morgan~~~

I walked aimless around the streets when my mind goes 6 metres per second. I want answers, and I want to get them now. But in order to find them, I had to ask, or be visited by the Circle.

I closed my eyes. Maybe my subconscious may lead me somewhere. It worked. My feet walked by itself, and I opened my eyes, trying not to bump into people, but keeping my mind wandering, determined not to leave my subconsciousness.

After some walking, I boarded a bus, and then headed to the airport. Then, I got off, went to the check-in counter, and booked a flight, to Rome. I noticed a teenager boy staring at me, but I just shrugged it off.

I then went on the flight, my eyes closed all the time. I fell asleep. Then, it’s landing time. I got off.

I took a taxi, and told the taxi driver I wanted to go to the Embassy! I don’t even know why, it just came out of my mouth.

Then, I walked to the front door, punched in the security code – don’t even ask me how I know it, I don’t, just my subconsciousness – and Preston answered the doorbell. Yes, Preston, as in Macey’s secret boyfriend.

‘Cammie!’ Preston said, ‘I knew you would some back!’ I blinked. I did come here in the summer.

Preston’s eyebrows ceased. ‘Cammie, what?’ I gestured for some paper, and I wrote down, ‘I sort of forgot about the summer, and I followed my nose here.’

‘Your voice?’ Preston asked. I wrote down, ‘I don’t want to talk.’

He nodded curtly. Then, he heard a shout. ‘Preston, get down here this instance!’

Preston’s mouth twitched down. ‘Sorry, Cammie, my fathers’ going crazy down there. Why don’t you come and see me another time. Maybe wait for me at the coffee shop around the corner? Sorry about that.’

I nodded. Then, I began my walk. I walked down the street. I walked pass stores. Then, I walked into an old coffee shop.

I started waiting for Preston, I waited and waited. I saw people piling in, dressed in similar clothes. I ignored them and continued waiting.

After a while, I got restless. I got up and went to the bathroom. I walked out of the store, and washed my hands. I just wanted to walk out of the door when several men with guns rushed in and pointed them at me. I kicked them, but I was soon outnumbered.

Suddenly, someone hits my head. I then feel myself starting to lose consciousness. Then, I sank into darkness.

~~~Zachary Goode~~~

After a while, I woke to the sunlight pouring into the room. I watched the camera, and saw that she’s ready to go out. I quickly threw on a shirt, jeans, and went out. I got in the same elevator with her. She had her eyes closed. Sleepy, I guess. But I think she’s relying on her subconscious or something.

She got out and I followed her, paying attention to stay undetected. She walked along the streets aimlessly, and suddenly boarded a bus. I followed. Her eyes are still dazed.

She got off at the airport, and booked a flight to Rome. Rome? Wait, she had mentioned that she loved Rome! Maybe she’s just taking a vacation. But I’m not taking any chances. I think she’s been to Rome in summer and her subconscious is remembering it, now guiding her.

I quickly stole some money from some passing tourists. Then, I boarded the flight. I sat a row in front of her, and I couldn’t help but gape at her. I remembered her hair, her face, every little detail. Too bad she shut us all out. But I’m going to get her back again, away from my evil mother’s hands.

I saw her sped off to a street. Then, she turned left. Then right. Then left. Then right. Then she walked straight. I hoped she knew what she was doing. I don’t want her to get caught here.

Then, she stopped in front of a house. The Embassy. She typed in the security code. Then, the door opened, and inside reviewed Preston. Wait, Preston?

‘Cammie!’ Preston said, ‘I knew you would some back!’ I cringed. She did some here last summer. I saw her confused face. She made no move to talk, so Preston asked her what the matter is. They then carried out a conversation, Preston speaking out loud and Cammie writing things on a pad of paper. Then, I heard someone shouting. Preston pulled on an apologetic face as he sped off, towards the sound. Cammie shrugged, and went down the street.

I quickly followed her down the street. She went in an old coffee shop. I went in too, and I saw a bunch of men in similar clothes walk in. I recognised one of them as a member of the Circle of Cavan, the COC.

After a while, she keeps shifting her weight. I guess she’s impatient. Then, she got up, and went to the direction of the bathroom. My gaze followed her. When she walked out, I saw the men in similar suits approach her. They begin to attack her. I rushed there, on the scene, and began to fight. I fought them, but I was outnumbered. They hit Cammie on the head, left me there, in a pool of blood and unconscious bodies, and fled.

I then reacted, fast. I borrowed a phone from the coffee shop, and dialled the number of the Gallagher Academy.

‘Hello, Gallagher Academy.’ Rachel Morgan’s voice rang in my ears. ‘Rachel, it’s Zach.’ ‘Zach? Where are you? Do you have any idea where Cammie is? You sound horrible.’ Her voice was full of worry for her only daughter.

‘I followed her when she ran away, and she got hit on the head. We were outnumbered. She didn’t know I was here. But then, she was caught by the COC. This is Rome, Colosseum Street, Number 6124, I repeat, Rome, Colosseum Street, 6124…’ I saw a COC at the corner of my eye, and he punched me in the jaw. I groaned, and my fist connected with his face. He yelled, and fell unconscious. ‘Hold in there, Zach, we sending people now. I’m coming.’ 

Finally, a shred of hope.

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