A/N Hi everyone. So this is my first fanfiction and I'm kind of excited. I'll try to update every day or at least every other day. In the meantime enjoy. Please R&R. Any ideas, opinions or comments are welcome, good or bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Gallagher series or characters. All rights go to Ally Carter.

"No." I cry as a whip comes down again. "No."

Catherine laughs. "Really Cammie, just tell me what I want to know and this can stop."

"Never," I whisper as the black consumes me once again.

When I regain consciousness again all I can see is the walls of my cell. I turn my head and see Catherine walk in. I start to struggle, trying to escape my restraints. I can't and even if I could, there is nowhere to run. She calls a man into the room, a gun at his hip, a knife in his hand and walks out, tossing a smile over her shoulder at me. The door closes with a bang. I scream as the man slides the knife across my skin.

I hear voices, but that doesn't make sense. I'm in a little house in the mountains somewhere near Rome. Why are Bex, Liz, Macey and Zach here? "Cammie, Cammie." Somebody slaps me and I cry out as my eyes snap open. I grab the wrist of the person who slapped me, flipping them over and locking my fingers around their throat, squeezing. I look at the face of my attacker and immediately remove my hands.

"Zach," I choke out and burst into tears.

He sits up and wraps his arms around me. "What is it Gallagher Girl?" he asks.

"I remembered." I lose consciousness then, breathing a sigh of relief as I do.

When I open my eyes, I'm in my mother's office on her leather couch. I sit up and see Zach staring at me.

"Your making a bad habit of this," I say remembering how he'd sat in the same place last term and how we'd laughed at the idea of him being a trained peeping tom.

"Yeah well, I'm not the only one." He moves to sit next to me. "What did you remember?"

I swallow and look at him. "Torture."

He's up in a flash, pacing the room, not speaking. "Zach." I say. "Zach."

My tone must have broken through whatever thoughts he was having because he turns towards me. "Who?" It's all he says.

"Zach," I say knowing that if he new for sure he'd lose it.

"Who Cammie? Who?"

"Catherine. Your mother, Catherine." His shoulders visibly slump. He walks back over to the couch and sits down looking defeated.

"How much did you remember?" He asks me.

I probe my brain, looking for memories. I see what happened after Catherine left the room. How she'd tortured me in the days before. In my mind I see guns and electrical wires. I see knifes and whips, chains, fists. I remember weeks of near starvation, Dr. Steve, my fathers grave. I still don't remember being captured, how I'd escaped or anything about what I'd done before being captured. I look at Zach. "Torture. Days and days of torture. All of the days of torture."